Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu sighed.

When he thinks about the current financial situation of the prison, he feels that his eyes are dark, and he even wants to pretend to live here as an ostrich.

But he didn't know why, but he felt it was impossible.It was as if there was a force pushing him, telling him that he must go back to prison.

Zhang Dianyu didn't have much inquisitive spirit. No matter why, the conclusion was the same-he had to go back and clean up the mess.

Also bring the former warden.

Zhang Dianyu shrank into the quilt.It is really exhausting to play the two corners under the eyes of these people. It is better to wait for them to go, and then he will play a bitter scene in front of Stark, and then take the bald Mr. Fergus back to prison. Go inside.

The rest is beyond their control, and he has the final say in prison anyway.

"We must never let Mr. Warden go back now," At the same time, Fury next door also made a decision, "Otherwise it would be inconvenient for everyone there."

"...Not necessarily, it's actually quite convenient." Stark interrupted. "If you go a few more times, you will find that it is full of freedom, just as the warden said."

Fury looked at him like he was crazy.

Batman: "..."

Strange was silent for a moment: "...indeed."

"Look," Stark spread his hands. "You can go anywhere in the prison, and you can even escape at will-but not anymore." He raised his chin triumphantly, "If anyone hasn't noticed yet, I can help suggest that this problem was solved by me not long ago."

"Your contract with the warden was forced to be suspended." Fury pointed out, "just last night, do you remember? A large number of prisoners escaped, and your contract with the warden will guarantee the escape rate below 5% The contract to provide guards with anti-riot equipment is no longer going on."

Stark's smile faded away.

"Banner is the agent in charge of prison affairs during this period, so you won't see prisoners leaving as they want." Ferry said coldly, "Wait until Mr. Warden returns to find out about it, what do you think?"

"I can sign this contract again..." Stark said dryly.

"You have to make sure that Mr. Warden is willing." Fury said, "He even owes you a penalty."

Stark: "..."

For some reason, as a creditor, he felt a little guilty.

However, Zhang Dianyu slowed down next door for a while, and couldn't lie down on the bed anymore, so he could only get out of the bed slowly and prepare to explore the terrain first.

The old warden was still sitting aside stupidly.

This is a fairly spacious bedroom with a sofa and TV.The floor is not high, but if you want to escape through the window, it takes at least some work.

Moreover, under Stark's attention, he couldn't get anywhere even if he jumped the window.

In addition, on the right hand side of the entrance, there seemed to be a door leading to another room.

Zhang Dianyu, who had briefly surveyed everywhere, pretended to unintentionally put his hand on the doorknob, and when he was about to open the door, someone hurriedly pushed in behind him and pulled him from behind.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help loosening the doorknob and grasping his clothes tightly.

Don't fucking use any more force, or this large surgical gown will fall off.

The person who came in was Stark, pushing him towards the bed in a shocked state: "Mr. Warden, you should need to rest, are you still dizzy?"

Zhang Dianyu's expression remained unchanged: "It's getting better, I think I need to go for a walk."

Stark: "No, you need to rest."

Zhang Dianyu: "No, I need to go for a walk."

Stark: "..."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Thank you for your concern about me, Mr. Stark." Zhang Dianyu slowly smiled.

Stark: "..."

They had never expected that the warden would suddenly wake up, and the vacant cloakroom next door was still arranged like a cult scene.

When they discovered that the warden began to wander in the room, they even observed for a while, discussing whether the warden had returned to the original state and circled, until they found that his hand had fallen on the door handle of the compartment.

Stark rushed out, and Strange entered through the portal to clean up the mess.

Now the warden seemed to imply that he already knew he was under surveillance.

Stark thought about it desperately, and later he had to inform the warden that he had become his creditor.

Obviously there were so many people involved in the incident, but he was the only one who took part in the incident.

"Actually, I'm really sorry." Stark opened his hands. "We are very worried about your state when you are asleep, so in addition to the nurses, we also set up video to monitor everything that happens in the room. But since You have awakened, I think these can also be removed by the workers."

Zhang Dianyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and nodded slowly, as if to express his approval.

But it is not.

This is a complete nonsense — the monitoring thing has been turned off if I wanted to turn it off. Is the shutdown button unplugged? Come to the room to remove the camera.

Stark saw an unexplained smile on Mr. Warden, then leaned back on the bedside lazily and said to him: "I am very grateful for the help of several gentlemen. If they have not left yet, I hope to have a chance. Express gratitude."

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark intently, hoping that the others had already left.

Stark gave a soothing smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Warden, you can talk about this after your body recovers-they will stay here for a while, as a rare occasion among a few old friends. Party."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Not only do they not leave, but also to live?

You Iron Man and Batman became good friends, who did you lie to?

Zhang Dianyu felt tired and could only hold on to Mr. Fergus's hand and fell into autism.It seems that his superb acting skills have not eliminated the opponent's suspicion, and they still have to take this opportunity to probe.

Zhang Dianyu vacillated between contributing his secrets and selling Mr. Fergus out to carry the pot.

Zhang Dianyu suddenly said: "Mr. Stark, thank you for being able to help in time last night-but there is still a mess in the prison waiting for me to deal with it. I think I should express my gratitude to Batman and them now, and then return Go to prison."

Stark looked at Mr. Warden. Perhaps the situation he saw last night lingered in his mind. The large pool of blood on the ground was so dazzling that he always felt that the medical report showed that all indicators were normal. The warden seemed to have a lingering fatigue, and his face seemed a little pale.

He also pulled the old warden who was sitting aside: "I plan to bring Mr. Fergus back to hire him as a consultant. He has agreed."

Stark followed his gaze and looked over. The old warden didn't seem to have any retort, his face was as calm as ever.

Let the two continue to stay together-this kind of situation is the least desirable for a few people to discuss, and he should stop it.

But even if it were not because of this, the warden returned to the prison now, he felt a little worried.

He still remembered Mr. Warden sitting on his desk with a smile, staring at the golden brown whiskey in the glass, and saying to him in a dreamlike tone-"All this is just a game."

He hasn't told anyone about this.But that lunatic clown's favorite is also this set of rhetoric, and this is what worries him.

In the end, the warden chose to face the clown alone, apparently still immersed in the news of Sycostone's death.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Warden, but you'd better be able to rest here for a while." Stark slowed down, "There is a little chaos in the prison now."

As soon as Zhang Dianyu heard these words, he felt his stomach sink, his body felt unwell, his back felt cold, and his eyes were dark.

He couldn't control his tone: "That's why I have to go back now!"

Although he remembered that he didn't set the option of "failure conditions" at the beginning, it stands to reason that the prison should not be declared bankrupt due to fiscal deficits, causing the game to fail-but he did not open the demand for employees. These pixel villains also asked him for it. A dormitory.

He always wondered if his hair would fall like an old warden.

In order to avoid the tragedy above his head, from now on he no longer intends to fantasize about being able to log out of the game and drive away prisoners like the clown-every time he will face a more impoverished dilemma, it simply makes him unable to breathe.

After much deliberation, he can only work hard to make money.

Zhang Dianyu got up slightly and sat up straight. He looked at Stark and said word by word: "This is my prison, Mr. Stark, no matter what happens, I must be with it, understand?"

Stark was silent.He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"At least tell me how it is now." Zhang Dianyu couldn't open the game panel here.According to his speculation, because it is not within the scope of the prison, the map of the prison cannot be seen.And outside the prison is not within the scope of the game, so he can't even open the game panel.

"The gun depot and nearby buildings have been affected a bit, but the construction team is stepping up time to rebuild-the problem is that some building materials are missing, but this morning the truck has delivered low-priced building materials." Stark welcomes the prison. With a long look, he recounted all the news he had learned so far.

Low-priced building materials?

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment, and then he understood where these things came from.

He nodded, his expression softened slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Stark."

Stark looked a little embarrassed-this kind of reaction was not common to him, and Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but frown in secret.

"In fact, the deaths and injuries in the prison are not serious." Stark hesitated, "Because—you know, the superior treatment conditions."

Zhang Dianyu: "?" This Stark can really talk, it is obviously an unreasonable treatment needle.

"So," Stark continued, "The financial situation of the prison is not optimistic due to the consumption of a large number of treatment needles-and because the number of escaped persons exceeds the subsidy clause you signed with Stark Industries, You have to pay a liquidated damage."

Zhang Dianyu slowly raised his head to look at Stark.

Stark: "..."

Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath and couldn't help tightening his fingers, making the knuckles white due to excessive force.

In other words, is he now in deficit under deficit?