Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Stark: "..."

Strange opened his eyes and glanced at him faintly: "You don't believe it?"

"I believe it," Stark said. "Actually, I have seen an artificial intelligence that has no soul but looks like a real person." He snapped his fingers to the air. "Say hello to Doctor Strange ?"

Inorganic electronic sounds came out of the speakers nearby: "Hello, Doctor Strange."

Strange: "..."

"I want to correct you. I'm talking about consciousness and not soul, but forget it." He rolled his eyes.

Stark paced the room thoughtfully: "So, what do you think Mr. Warden is...?"

Strange raised his head slowly and stared at him.Stark couldn't help but stop.

"Human." Strange said, "in a biological sense."

Stark stood there with his chest in his arms, looking thoughtful.

"But," Strange continued, "we now know he is not."

Stark thought for a while: "Then I will try to accept it-if there are no humans in this prison, then what is trying to supervise these super criminals?"

Strange shook his head slowly, without answering.

After a while, he slowly said: "Maybe there is another one."

Stark understood: "Mr. Fergus."

The two eyes met, seeming to have reached a silent consensus.

Outside the screen door, Zhang Dianyu felt that the old warden's hemorrhoids were about to be committed under Batman's gaze, if he had any.

Fortunately, he can interpret this as a restlessness caused by worrying about the warden.

He couldn't help but raise his wrist to check the time. It has been more than an hour-is this a head look or a kidney transplant?

Just when Zhang Dianyu couldn't help getting up again, the screen door finally opened.

He immediately stood up and rushed over, and found that the black-haired young man lying in the middle of the instrument also slowly opened his eyes, and as if he hadn't been affected in any way, he sat up and wanted to continue walking outside.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He felt that if he wanted to avoid being victimized by public criticism, he might have to change back and wear clothes.

"That's it, Mr. Fergus." He turned his head and saw Mr. Stark's unnutritious adult smirk. "The doctor thought that Mr. Warden may have been in a coma for a long time and lost a little sense of time. ——It’s not a big problem, just a nap.”

Zhang Dianyu slowly played a question mark.

Just now, they still didn't let themselves go, and changed their tone in a blink of an eye?

He immediately thought of a possibility and yelled nervously, "Mr. Warden, are you feeling okay?"

The character panel was opened in front of him, letting him breathe a sigh of relief.

He even thought that Stark and the others had done some black technology, and replaced the warden with bio-robots and the like-but since the character panel is still there, it means that the warden is still himself.

This is strange.

Zhang Dianyu hesitated for a moment, but temporarily handed it back.No matter what, he can't let the on-hook warden just walk back to the prison to ruin his reputation.

This is not appropriate, so how can he stand in front of the prisoner?

But he didn't expect everything to go smoothly. Stark even asked him if he needed to send him and Mr. Fergus back to prison, making Zhang Dianyu wonder if something really went wrong with their brains.

But in that case, he doesn't need to exchange back.

The feeling of cooling on the top of the head is actually not so good.

"Besides, Mr. Warden," Stark suddenly turned around and said, "There is something I should ask for your consent-but you were already in a coma and unconscious, so I just made my own decision. Brought him back for treatment."

He looked at Zhang Dianyu: "Hannibal Lecter was in the confinement room next to the clown at the time. It seemed to have been affected a bit. When we arrived, he was already dying. The treatment needles in the prison were all used up, so we had to Bring him back for treatment."

Zhang Dianyu looked at the ogre who was led to the door in shock and smiled at him in shackles.

Although Stark is not far from the prison here, he can walk for more than ten minutes-but think about it with his shoes, and know that Lecter can't not make trouble in this short distance!

"So," said Stark, "I think I should still send you and Mr. Fergus back, shouldn't it?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He couldn't answer this.

But Stark didn't go to jail less often, which was fine.

"Injecting anesthetics for you is really helpless, Mr. Warden." Strange's voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Dianyu, "I hope you can understand."

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.

No wonder the warden on the hook just lay down on the bed of the testing instrument. It turns out that Strange still has this hand.

"Do you remember what happened just now?" Strange asked, "but don't worry, you are in a healthy state of mind. Besides, Mr. Stark specially waited for me to work at the prison gate, telling me that you might need some help. , I will appear here."

Zhang Dianyu could only pretend to nodded deeply, without answering any questions, nor saying that there is no silver three hundred taels in this place.

There was a chuckle at the door.

Lecter smiled: "The blue tie matches you very well, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him slowly and smiled slightly.

Don't talk nonsense, continue confinement when you go back.

"Is breakfast all right?" Lecter asked suddenly and slowly.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Perhaps it was his sudden freezing expression that proved his mood at the moment, and Lecter’s face showed a little pleasure: “Don’t worry, Mr. Warden, I can’t find my favorite in Iron Man’s kitchen. Ingredients."

Zhang Dianyu wore a suit jacket that Stark asked his assistant to send over with a cold face. Unexpectedly, this was a rather serious brown-gray suit, not the product of Iron Man’s fancy aesthetics, even the one in his closet. Heap is a bit like.

He glanced at the ogre standing in the doorway, then nodded to Stark: "Then I will trouble you, Mr. Stark."

But what Zhang Dianyu didn't expect was that Stark drove them to the opposite side of the prison in such a short distance.

"Wow," Stark said, looking at the sparse woods at the foot of the helicopter, "Mr. Warden, I just found out that you bought the... land opposite?"

Zhang Dianyu bet that what he wanted to say at the beginning was "junkyard".

After all, even now, the entrance to the land opposite is still used as a garbage dump.The black garbage bags were hidden among the newly born saplings, revealing a smell of vitality.

But "just to find out" was obviously nonsense, and Stark just wanted to know what he was planning on the other side.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the middle of a large piece of wasteland with sparse saplings. There was the small square house that the engineering team had just built yesterday—that is, the Secret Mutant Juvenile Criminals Center.

He leaned on the seat without changing his face and raised his voice slightly amid the roar of the helicopter: "Yes, it is a newly built forest and a warehouse for storing wood."

Stark looked over and Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly: "Planting trees is always a good thing, not to mention wood is also very useful."

"Of course." Stark replied dryly, obviously not convinced.

For some reason, since he "waking up" just now, he always felt that Stark looked at him strangely, as if he would transform at any time.

The helicopter fell to the ground outside the prison, Stark took the lead and went down, followed by Lecter in shackles.

At the same time, there were guards in the prison who came to respond and took the ogre who had not had time to say a word into the prison.

But Zhang Dianyu, who got off the plane, fell into silence.

As the helicopter flew over the prison and approached the wall, he found his game panel began to flash.This made him feel the long-lost nostalgia-even though it was actually less than a day.

He opened the game panel, and before he had time to check the damage of the building on the map, he was shocked by the total assets above and fell silent.

Stark escorted him back to the office. The guards were all hurried along the way. They would stop to salute when they passed by, but no one noticed anything unusual, and no one knew that their warden almost died.

Zhang Dianyu walked into the lobby of the warden's office, saw the missing door frame, couldn't help but smile.

Stark, who was next to him, caught a glimpse of this scene, couldn't help but bewildered, and quickly put it away.

Banner was sitting in Zhang Dianyu's usual position, pulling out his hair in front of a stack of papers.He raised his head when he heard the footsteps, his face changed and changed when he saw Zhang Dianyu, a trace of sadness in his joy.

"Mr. Warden, why are you... coming back so soon?" He glanced at Stark who was following behind him, stood up and walked around from behind his desk, looked at Zhang Dianyu from head to toe, and then wondered again. He glanced at Mr. Fergus who was silent next to him, "Is this the former warden Fergus Mr. Stark said?"

Mr. Fergus looked indifferent, as if he didn't mean to answer.

Stark replied for him: "Yes, he is the former warden, Mr. Fergus, and his teacher."

Zhang Dianyu said suddenly: "Mr. Stark specially invited the teacher over, I am very grateful."

Stark almost wanted to answer "I'm not me, I'm not the only one", but he chose to squeeze a hard smile.

"My name is Bruce Banner, I'm... a prisoner, number 501001." Banner said with a wry smile, "Hello, Mr. Fergus."

However, Mr. Fergus didn't mean to say hello, he just looked at him coldly.

Banner had to withdraw his outstretched hand.

Zhang Dianyu is not in the mood to talk bullshit to them now, he just wants to drive everyone out, and then study how to reverse the fiscal deficit.

However, Stark said goodbye before he could speak, and he nodded his head along the way: "Mr. Fergus and I still have things to discuss, so I won't send it."

Banner: "I can send Mr. Stark away."

After the two walked out of the confines of the warden's office, Banner couldn't help asking: "Tony, I don't think the warden should be back so soon."

Stark patted him comfortably on the shoulder: "Don't worry, he has nothing to do with the prisoner Sykestone, and will not be affected in any way."

Banner looked incredible.