Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Mr. Fergus walked into the warden's office and shocked Zhang Dianyu who was thinking.

He subconsciously raised his head to look at the bald old warden, who, like him when he hung up, was slowly and unattended in a circle in the office following the established route.

If this situation is exposed, it will obviously arouse the suspicion of the Super Premier.And Zhang Dianyu also knows very well that there have always been undercover agents sent by all parties in his prison.

But now that there is a hole in the wall of the warden's office, it is obviously not feasible to let the old warden's air in the office.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and for the present, he can only cover the hole with his coat?

At dinner, when Lecter delivered today’s warden’s special dinner under the supervision of two guards, he saw the big hole left after the window was removed, which was covered by a brown-gray suit jacket. Living.

Even Lecter paused in front of there to meditate for a while.

He saw Dr. Banner walking face to face from the building, showing a gentleman's smile, and politely slightly slightly.

Banner hesitated for a moment, and his eyes floated to the hole unconsciously.It was the first time he saw the new look here.

Lecter keenly noticed his reaction and pretended to ask casually: "It seems to be covered by a piece of clothing."

"Maybe," Banner hesitated slightly, "...The warden does not want to expose his privacy."

Lecter is meaningful: "Privacy?"

Banner seemed determined not to say more, and touched his nose awkwardly to cover the past: "...or the weather has turned cold recently and the wind has been a bit strong-I went to the restaurant."

When Lecter and the two guards walked into the office, Mr. Warden sat at his desk and looked through the documents as usual, and gestured casually to the Warren guard and asked him to put the dinner plate aside.

The young warden did not wear his old-school suit jacket, and the buttons of the white shirt were tied to the neckline meticulously.

Obviously, it has nothing to do with the weather.

But even Lecter could not predict the warden's behavior.

He could only smile and ask: "Mr. Warden, is the recent meal still appetizing?"

The warden raised his head, as if he had just noticed his arrival, and frowned slightly.

"They came from you," the black-haired young man looked indifferent, "I didn't even think about whether it would suit my appetite when I ate — I can only make sure that I don't starve to death. Does this make you satisfied? , Lecter?"

"But you know that there will be no problem with the ingredients." Lecter blinked.

"Don't ask me, you are the psychologist." Mr. Warden leaned wearily on the sofa, "Tell me, Lecter, isn't this what you want?"

"The same can be said... yes."

Lecter paused. Obviously, what Mr. Warden said to him was not the same thing-but it didn't hurt.

For him, what he wants to explore through food is the long-term feedback from the warden.As a notorious ogre, he can understand the warden's reaction when he first discovered that his breakfast was in his hands.But now that not a short period of time has passed, it stands to reason that the warden's subconscious sense of crisis has gradually faded-but this is not the case.

Mr. Warden never changed easily because of anything, including his attitude towards the dinner that Lecter sent.

Lecter smiled.

But the hole in the warden's office and the suit jacket covering the big hole are still confusing.

Zhang Dianyu ate a dinner of unidentified ingredients without swallowing food. Since Cobot's unbearable disturbance caused Oliver to convey too many night roll calls, he can only reduce the roll call frequency to once a day.

But it is true that no prisoner has been missing recently, and the number is right.

The prisoner sent out to participate in labor labor is about to return to the prison. He has already seen that the mission is 99% complete.

Speaking of this-he hasn't gotten a definite reply from Banner.He was even thinking that maybe Banner was going to drag it until he completely forgot about it.

Zhang Dianyu flipped through the clipboard, intending to write this down so as not to forget it.

He wanted to find a piece of discarded paper from the back of the clipboard to record, but he accidentally saw Sexstone's file that was pressed at the bottom.

It's Sexstone's funeral on the weekend-according to Banner, there will be reporters on that day.

He even expressed his worries almost clearly, hoping that Zhang Dianyu could restrain his emotions as much as possible and not expose his relationship with Sexstone in front of people.

Zhang Dianyu could only falsely agree.

He looked at the archive papers on the clipboard for a while, and pulled them out and put them into the bottom of the drawer to prevent others from seeing the contents.

After dinner, Banner came back.

And Mr. Fergus has returned to his room-considering his belly is not small, Zhang Dianyu had to let him out occasionally to let go-after all, this is actually his role, he may still need it , He doesn't want this to become his own burden.

But if it is not necessary, he does not intend to experience the feeling of baldness again.

And he let Fergus live in on the grounds that the prison affairs needed someone to help manage them-during the day, he could just act as if he was discussing business matters, and he would do two things with one stone.

That night, Stark stood in the room where Zhang Dianyu had slept, frowning at the silent night under the terrace.

The industrial park here does not arrange many people to come here, every time the sun goes down, it is too deserted.

"Sir, the video conference has started-Director Fury is explaining the third reason why he thinks you haven't gotten up yet. Do you plan to refute it?" His artificial intelligence butler suddenly popped up to remind him.

Stark: "..."

He sighed, walked out of the room, and made a gesture command in the corridor to turn on the meeting light screen.

As he walked toward the control room, he lazily said to the serious-looking person on the screen: "Although I don't think it is necessary, I know what you want to discuss-recent developments in the prison?"

After confirming that Mr. Fergus was in charge of everything, the video conference was briefly stopped for a few days-of course, it could also be because several people were gathered here face to face in the control room next to him. Discuss questions.

However, Stark has also pointed out that many people in the Internet age do not like to communicate in person, and they can also hold video conferences in the same room.

At the time, Fury's answer was-"Are you sick?"

As for Batman, he would only give a disapproving look anyway.In fact, whenever the meeting was online, when he continued to express disagreements, Stark would often ask if the Batcave network was stuck.

Batman's response is generally to show a more disapproving look-in order to show that he is already expressing his views on the event.

"About... Mr. Warden." Strange's voice came from the speaker, and the screen shook violently, making a crisp sound of something falling to the ground.

"...Stephen, are you okay?" Stark asked, "Are you sure you don't have to change someone to be an undercover agent? There is no advantage to you here."

"I have it now." Strange picked up the phone and placed it on the table, and replied solemnly, "I'm working on a subject about multiple personalities, and you should be able to see my paper on Nature in the near future—— As long as I can persuade Dr. Banner to cooperate with my research."

"?" Stark: "Is that what you want to share today?"

"No," Strange said, "I understand why Fergus needs the warden as a puppet. What he does will keep his life at risk-guess who is the scapegoat now?"

Stark's expression became serious, and he glanced at each other on the screen.

"You have also seen the warden's situation." Strange looked straight at the screen, "If the warden was not rescued by the injection, but he really died every time. What?"

Stark hugged his head and thought: "It's not impossible to upload the data before his'death' to recreate a warden? But Fergus is now hiding in prison. We really can't get past the Ministry of Justice. Bring people out of jail—in fact, I always receive calls from the president’s office lately. It seems that the government thinks the Super League of Heroes is ignoring their existence."

The scene fell into a brief silence.

"It's true." Fury said.

"Please shut up," Stark scratched his hair irritably. "I heard that if the battle damage caused by the superhero's actions cannot be controlled, General Rose intends to come and chat with me on behalf of the Ministry of Defense."

He opened his hands: "Why doesn't he talk to Batman? What about Superman?"

"Because no one swaggered like you told the world that this is you, you are Iron Man." Batman replied, "--but it is indeed a dangerous signal, worth noting." Today, Mr. Wayne did not wear a bat. Xia Zhanjia, I don't know for what reason.

"The captain not only told the world that he was the captain," Stark retorted. "He's also running at the entrance of the Lincoln Memorial every day. If he stands still under the monument, there will definitely be children who will bring him flowers."

"Enough." Fury was tired of saying these words, he just turned the subject back, "So, we have no way to deal with Fergus?"

"Unless--" Strange looked at Stark slowly.

Stark: "Stephen, your phone screen is crooked again."

"I'm looking at you, yes." Strange ignored him, "I have a suggestion, maybe you would like to listen."

"I don't think I have a choice." Stark rolled his eyes.

"My suggestion is to win Mr. Warden to our side." Strange said to himself, "Don't interrupt first-according to my observations, Mr. Warden is not completely Act according to Fergus' instructions..."

Strange paused.If the warden’s actions were all made under Fergus’ orders, then this Fergus should really be electrocuted-he still remembers when he was locked in the office by the prison door, this is normal What can people do?

"So, this means that Mr. Warden may have preliminary logic. After all, he has a real human body." Strange said quickly, "Then the next task can only be given to you. It's-help him understand the world, get out of Fergus's control, and the most important thing is not to die."

"If he dies, what we have to face is a new warden?" Stark thoughtfully, and then he suddenly thought of what Strange said just now, "Wait, why is this task? its mine?"

Unfortunately, all communications have been hung up.

Stark sits alone in front of the screen showing disconnection.

"Maybe, because you created life."

After a while, an electronic sound suddenly came into his ears in the air.

Is his artificial intelligence butler.

"You call yourself life, isn't this a bit too arrogant." Stark retorted, still sulking.

"Thank you, sir." The artificial intelligence replied.

Stark: "..."

He already knew that this AI should be formatted.

At eight o'clock in the morning on Sunday, this day is the day of Sykestone's burial.Zhang Dianyu put on a pure black suit, took a map, and the credit card he had just discovered that he actually existed.

He never thought that there was even a possibility of getting out of prison-he has always paid more attention to the total assets of the prison rather than his personal property.

To be honest, the warden's salary is nothing to pay attention to.

Fortunately, unlike the game itself, he owns the entire prison here-the lawyer even said he has the right to sell it.

But when he woke up the next day, he completely forgot about it.

I don't know why, he may have a bit of confusion about the outside world-in fact, he has left prison before, when he was even a prisoner, and called Uber to send himself to the amusement park.

So when Stark's car stopped between the delivery truck and the hearse, and an irritable bubble popped out of the car, he began to wonder why he called Stark.

He pondered for a while, considering his plans after the funeral, and decided to leave the front door immediately while Stark was still stuck in the back of the truck, and then bypass the prison directly to the funeral site.

He only needs to see where the coffin is buried, and can even leave quietly in the middle of the funeral.

If Stark were to go with him, he would definitely ask where he was going next—in fact, he had no destination.He became curious about the world. Maybe he would go to a crowded place to see it, or he could sit in a tavern on the streets and alleys for a while and listen to people chatting.

It was not like the vacation he had declared to Stark, and he was too lazy to explain it.

Forget it directly.

When Stark finally squeezed into the prison from a pile of cargo boxes and passed through the noisy crowd after breakfast, after arriving at the warden's office.

He found that there were already a few people inside.

Lecter was standing in the center of the warden's office. A guard was holding exquisite meals by his side, and another guard was standing beside him.

The warden was missing.

Stark was a little surprised: "Where's Mr. Warden?" He glanced inwardly. The bedroom door was closed, which was also a green staff door with a strong sense of violation.