Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

At the same time, Zhang Dianyu, who had just adapted to the bright light in the room, also realized that the bald warden looked abnormal at this time.

Although his goal has been achieved, judging from Mr. Fergus's reaction, the few people standing by the door may soon think more.

Just now Zhang Dianyu compiled a set of teacher-student relationship stories that made the listeners cry and those who heard it hurt. In a blink of an eye, the students finally regained consciousness, but the former warden became indifferent—this is too strange.

He even caught a glimpse of Strange's expression from the corner of his light, which seemed to have begun to become a little more subtle.

Zhang Dianyu now has two options, throwing the black pot freely to Mr. Fergus, who has lost his head, and he will show off to the Super British at will. For example, he once set up a transformer room to execute prisoners, and once did a prisoner’s diet and health survey. The mission made them have only one low-volume, low-variety meal a day, and all sorts of pasts.

Then Mr. Fergus would be guilty of this, and then spend the rest of his life in prison-not impossible, anyway, the prison is ready, Zhang Dianyu can also arrange a good room for him.

Since the resurrection of SYKSTONE is nowhere in sight, a cell just vacated behind the assistant's room.

But the problem is that, as a former law enforcement officer, Mr. Fergus is likely to be hated by other prisoners in prison.

In other words, even under the protection of Zhang Dianyu, the bald warden may not be able to live long.

And Zhang Dianyu just got a new role, and he didn't want him to die so soon-even if this role is bald, generally he would never use it again.

What is more important than hair?

The second choice is much more interesting. Zhang Dianyu's eyes moved slightly, as if he wanted to sit up, but failed. He could only weakly say: "Mr. Fergus?"

The character selection panel opened in front of his eyes, and he immediately switched characters.

The angle of view changed abruptly. He rolled his eyes and stared at the young man who was looking up at him. He restrained and sighed, as if with an imperceptible choke.

He opened his mouth slightly, again as if speechless.

But obviously, he didn't say no.

Zhang Dianyu allowed the atmosphere to rise between the two for a while before responding gently: "My... Mr. Warden."

Then he immediately switched roles.

Mr. Fergus stopped talking, his expression returned to indifference.

But at this time, in the eyes of outsiders, the old warden seemed to be deliberately suppressing his feelings, unwilling to show worry and weakness in front of the students.

Zhang Dianyu turned his head slightly and glanced at the people at the door.

In fact, he wanted to see if the performance worked-but there was nothing unreasonable about such behavior. He had just woke up from his drowsiness, and of course he was curious about what was around him.

Zhang Dianyu showed a confused look, opened the quilt covering his body, grabbed the old warden's wrist, and looked at the door again.

He chose among several people, and finally his eyes fell on Stark's face.

Iron Man returned home, but he was already the most soft-hearted of the few people.

Several other people didn't seem to be deceived completely, and they were still sweeping at him with suspicion.Zhang Dianyu can only bite the bullet and continue to pretend-the most important thing is not to let them take Mr. Fergus away, otherwise he will show up when he opens his mouth.

He stepped on the carpet with his bare feet, looked down at his surgical gown, and slowly asked, "Where am I?"

The S.H.I.E.L.D. jet landed directly on the tarmac, and he needed to figure out the location first.

"It's in the Stark Industrial Park not far from the prison, Mr. Warden, please don't worry." Stark answered him immediately and hesitated again, "Do you feel any uncomfortable?"

To be honest, Zhang Dianyu can now run three laps downstairs.

But he must keep Mr. Fergus in front of him.

He frowned and looked at Stark slightly, as if thinking about something.Then he glanced at the expressionless old warden, then lowered his head slightly and said softly, "Mr. Fergus...you are here."

At the same time, he switched roles again.

The young man in front of him lowered his head slightly, and his eyes were covered with scattered forehead.

Zhang Dianyu immediately stepped forward to hold the young man from under his armpit, helped him back to the bed, and said in a somewhat serious tone: "Don't move, you need to lie back and rest."

Stark with a question mark at the door took a step forward: "Mr. Fergus, I think... you should know that with the prison's'treatment conditions', Mr. Warden should almost recover now." He paused slightly and added: "I mean, if Mr. Warden feels unwell, then maybe something went wrong and he should go and check it."

The warden quickly raised his head: "I don't—"

Seeing that the warden was about to say "I don't understand what you mean", Zhang Dianyu quickly interrupted him: "Don't say it, even if you are the warden now."

Then he switched roles again.

Frequent viewing angle changes made him feel a little dizzy, so he leaned on the head of the bed and looked ugly.

Because he feels a little nauseous.

Mr. Fergus was holding his hand and was about to withdraw, and he was immediately caught by him: "Teacher—"

He met the unsentimental gaze of the former warden who was bald and slightly staggered.

Stark felt a slight headache, and felt the relationship between the two—maybe not that simple, just as he and Old Stark often had differences.

He grinned slightly and used his eyes to indicate to the people next to him that it was time to relay.

No one cares.

Batman’s gaze was hidden under the blue-white ray of goggles. Director Fury had a serious expression from the moment he walked in—or maybe it was the expression since birth, and Strange Stark's gaze can always be accurately captured by Stark.

Stark could only continue: "So, do you need to be checked, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu grabbed Mr. Fergus by the wrist, just trying to find a way to distract a few people-and then maybe he could let Fergus jump through the window and escape, but it might be difficult to avoid these people from being pursued.But in short, there will always be a way.

If he splits the two corners like this, he might really vomit.

Stark saw Mr. Warden’s gaze firmly fixed on the old warden’s restrained face, and then he held the opponent’s hand tightly, turning his head slowly until he heard the cultural sound. Slightly frowned and said, "...I'm hungry."

Stark was shocked.

He looked at the wall clock on the wall. It was indeed late, and Mr. Warden lost a lot of blood. It was normal for him to feel hungry since he was in a coma last night.

He was shocked by the tone of the warden warden, which was completely different from the cold or straightforward sounding he used to sound. It seemed to have a little expectation, as if there were endless words to tell the warden warden.

Perhaps only in front of the person he trusted the most, he would show such a little bit of such emotion.

Mr. Fergus looked at the warden, but did not respond to him.

Stark quickly replied: "It just so happens that a good cook came here." After speaking, he opened the door and walked out first.