Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Everyone withdrew from the room, Zhang Dianyu used his excellent acting skills to win a trace of trust for Mr. Fergus-probably?

He was still a little dizzy, but Mr. Fergus was obviously quite leisurely. He stood by the bed in silence with his sleeves clutched, and did not intend to leave.

Zhang Dianyu thought.

Since the Super British have been to Untitled Town, they must have found anomalies there.If he let Mr. Fergus go home at this time, would he still be chased by Fury and the others for interrogation?

He sighed and leaned against the head of the bed, thinking whether to give up.

However, getting a new role is hard to come by-every time he gets half-dead, and it is accompanied by all kinds of surprises and surprises.

At this time, SYKSTONE is displayed as unavailable, so he is left with Mr. Fergus as a switchable role, and he is really reluctant to discard it.

After thinking about it, Zhang Dianyu decided to let Mr. Fergus stay by his side.

He raised his head to meet the unwavering gaze of the old warden.Considering that the few people by the door just walked fast when they left, they were completely different from the initial precautions. He estimated that he could not let himself go in the room, so there must be a surveillance device secretly installed here.

He can only turn his head slightly and motion to the chair next to him: "Mr. Fergus, you can sit here for a while."

The old warden did not raise any objections, and sat on the side in silence.

Judging from such behavior, it seems that he will execute the order in Zhang Dianyu's words.

Zhang Dianyu sighed in secret.The old warden has retired and does not belong to the prison staff. I am afraid that he may not follow his instructions at this time.But in the same way, the retired warden has no tasks to perform, and he will make some simple responses without violating the setting.

In other words, he is a social idler who has nothing to do. Although he is not controlled, he can also make any demands on him.

Zhang Dianyu calculated in his heart.

He originally planned to hire the old warden back in the name of a consultant, and let him live within 10 meters of his own, so that he could switch roles at any time like Sykesstone.

But since the old warden can respond to all requests, maybe he can not even pay his salary.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but smile a little.

Mr. Fergus didn't notice this, and sat beside him with indifference.

"Are we doing this?" In the next control room, Stark sat down with his back to the big screen, picked one out of a package of dried cranberries, and threw it into his mouth. Feel a bit perverted? That's the bedroom."

He received three disapproving glances.

"Otherwise, how can we rest assured that the warden is alone with Mr. Fergus? Fergus is still a suspect in several cases." Fury said seriously, "This is a helpless move, and the warden will understand of."

"All right," Stark clapped his hands and stood up. "When he understands-to be honest, he will definitely make some confusing moves, but I am a little used to it."

Fury was silent for a moment, looked at Strange, and said, "About what happened in the room..."

"There are many doubts." Batman continued.

"Nonsense," Stark said, "Did you see that Mr. Warden wakes up suddenly-just a few hours ago, my doctor said he was healthy and healthy enough to go to the prison cafeteria now? Lifting the barbell, but he just stayed asleep there."

Batman: "..."

I have to say that the scene in the prison cafeteria is really impressive.

"So, do you think Mr. Fergus is still the key to all this?" Fury frowned and said slowly, "but from the slightly abnormal appearance of the warden, it seems that he does not resist Mr. Fergus. Appeared."

Stark grinned: "More than that."

The monitoring screen was now facing the warden who was leaning on the bedside, and completely took in the camera with his eyes slightly raised and the corners of his mouth raised.

And Mr. Fergus turned his back to the screen slightly, making it impossible to see his expression.

Someone pushed the door into the control room: "Mr. Stark, the warden’s breakfast is ready."

Stark waved his hand carelessly: "Send it over."

Three eyes focused on him.

Stark: "?"

When the lazy knock on the door sounded, Zhang Dianyu cleared his dry throat a little, and raised his voice: "Please come in."

Stark brought in a plate: "This is a breakfast specially prepared by... an expert who has studied the cuisines of various countries."

"Thank you." Zhang Dianyu replied.

Stark glanced at him.The warden was strangely obedient in front of his teacher. From the time he woke up to the present, he hadn't said any unsustainable nonsense, which was really shocking.

Judging by the warden's character, if he had any handle in Mr. Fergus' hands, he would not show such a reaction.

Stark left for breakfast.He returned to the control room, and immediately met three eyes.

"If you want to know, go by yourself." He felt a little uncomfortable, and pointed his thumb up to the door behind him.

Strange shook his head: "No, we can all see it here."

Stark: "..."

He sat down and stretched his tired shoulders and necks: "If there is any abnormality, the artificial intelligence will call the police."

"How likely is it for us," Strange's voice suddenly sounded in the silent room, "to be able to bring the current warden back to the bedroom cubicle, and let me perform the ceremony again. ?"

Stark asked, "Didn't you say that it was an operation?"

"Surgery." Strange corrected perfunctorily.

Fury: "..." He felt a headache.

Batman interrupted the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two men: "So, you suspect that the warden still has a problem?"

"Of course." Strange said. "We all know that he woke up at the moment he saw Mr. Fergus-and we all know that his usual behavior is also quite strange. And as far as I have detected The fact that there is no deep consciousness in his brain."

His gaze flicked across the faces of several people one by one: "What if we usually face such a person with an empty head?"

There was a moment of silence in the room, and after a while Batman slowly replied, "He looks very real."

"Except for a few occasions," Strange said, "and you have all seen that time."

Batman and Stark looked at each other.

"Actually," Stark cleared his throat, "it was the two of us who have met, as well as Peter and Banner-so you mean, maybe he gets'dropped' sometimes?"

Strange: "Maybe."

Stark frowned.He pondered for a while, then glanced at Batman: "What do you think?"

Batman nodded slightly: "There is also a point."

"It sounds perfunctory," Stark accused. "But I agree."

Then, they fell into a new deadlock.

"So..." Fury's gaze swept across the people present, "How are you going to get Mr. Warden into the circle of candles?"

"First of all," Stark said slowly, "he would definitely not agree if he is awake-I may cooperate with the warden in the future, and I withdraw."

He looked at Strange who was aside: "Why didn't Mr. Warden recognize you as his psychiatrist?"

Strange showed an inscrutable expression: "Maybe he didn't pay attention, so I can't show up again."

Stark didn't believe it.

Then Fury said: "As the director of SHIELD, it is certainly impossible to suddenly attack a warden."

Finally, three eyes slowly fell on Batman's face.

Batman: "..."

Stark showed a vengeful expression.

"I refuse." Batman said.

"If this matter has something to do with Mr. Fergus, and the warden will not let him leave at this time," he said slowly, "then if the warden is smacked secretly and brought into the compartment, Fergus will be alarmed. This is not appropriate."

"If we find that the warden is under the control of Fergus, can we just capture him directly?" Stark asked rhetorically.

"What if not?" Batman asked.

The scene is deadlocked again.

"Maybe we can let Mr. Warden stay here for a few more days," Strange said, "and his condition now is much better than when he was in prison."

Stark remembered the warden's crazy speech before the incident, and showed an expression of staring horror.

"So... can Banner still hold it?" Fury asked.

Stark glanced at Batman, and the two looked thoughtful.

"Have you controlled the channels for mobile phones to flow into the prison?" Stark asked suddenly, "We discussed this issue at the beginning."

"Indeed, we discussed it." Batman replied, "They bought the phone made by Wayne Enterprises. There is no comment on the rest."

Stark showed a little triumphant expression: "So, I think Stark Industries has also been involved in building materials, medical care, and catering."

Batman is noncommittal.

Since they can't go beyond the warden's authority to fill the vacancies in the prison at this time, they can also do something about purchasing materials from the prison-or do some charity.

"So," Fury glanced at the screen with furrowed brows. Mr. Warden was tasting the breakfast Stark had brought in, with a slightly surprised expression on his face, "How can you guarantee that Mr. Warden will be willing? Stay here?"

"I can't guarantee." Stark replied lazily. "But why did Mr. Warden exchange his life with the Joker? I know that."

Batman looked at him first.

"It's a long story at this time," Stark paused slightly. "Remember the gossip I told you, Mr. Warden placed a prisoner next to the office..."

In the bedroom at this time, Zhang Dianyu tasted the breakfast delivered by Stark, and felt in his heart that the chef that Iron Man had at home was really extraordinary.The exquisiteness and deliciousness of the dishes exceeded his expectations-of course, it is also possible that he was used to eating potatoes and kale in prison, and anything can awaken his long-sleeping taste buds.

He put the used dinner plate aside, leaned back slightly, thinking about what to do next.

More than a dozen hours ago, the clown turned his prison upside down, but now he desperately finds that the mess is his own.