Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu came back to his senses and realized that he had indeed switched back to the "main interface".

His flashlight fell in the coffin, and it was not convenient to go back for it at this time. After finishing the bullet in a small pistol magazine, the clown was laughing wildly in the coffin like a convulsion, and he didn't know what he was going to do next.

Zhang Dianyu took out his pocket, took out his mobile phone, and lit his flashlight.

He found that even if he didn't call out "Mr. Warden", he should have switched roles at this time-the old warden was lying on the ground unconsciously, blood flowing everywhere.

Can the clown cut his neck unprofessional?

Zhang Dianyu took a breath. If Mr. Fergus cannot be treated immediately, he might be dead.

He dialed 911, then quickly hung up.He knew who could be the fastest at this time.

"Mr. Warden?" Stark's puzzled voice came from the receiver, sounding very sober.

It was just past midnight, and I am afraid it was still far from his bedtime.

"I'm in the cemetery..." Zhang Dianyu said, his voice horribly hoarse.

After all, this body was tied to the tombstone and blew in the cold wind for several hours, and it was good to be able to speak.

Stark was taken aback: "Are you still in the cemetery? No, no, I mean, what's the matter with your voice, what happened?"

Of course he knew that Mr. Warden was still there—unless he got lost in the woods, he had neither returned to the prison nor registered in any hotel, so it was impossible to sleep directly on the street.

And the artificial intelligence butler told him that Mr. Warden’s credit card had been used at a gas station near the cemetery. Of course, he could easily infer that the Warden planned to spend the night in front of the prisoner’s grave.

Stark even shed a few crocodile tears.

He does not intend to spy on the privacy of the warden, hoping that he can spend an undisturbed night with his prisoners.

"Mr. Fergus..."

The warden's hoarse voice came from the earpiece, and the name mentioned made him feel nervous.

"——He was seriously injured by the clown." The warden's voice said.

Stark was dumbfounded.

Batman has a meeting tonight because the Joker is going to bomb the United Savings Bank-but he doesn't know which one of the many banks is, so he is busy looking for clues to screw off the clown's dog head.

Unexpectedly, the clown also dove on his terrorism and ran to snipe the warden who went out for the first time.

Stark felt a strong tremor in his heart. If something happens to the warden, he will live in Batman's disapproving eyes for the rest of his life. It is desperate to think about it.

"How is the injury? I'll be here right away." Stark added, "Stay where you are."

"...I'm not sure." The warden's voice seemed a little hesitant, "The clown threw a lot of green gas bombs and buzzing things. Should I stay where I am?"

"..." Stark took a breath, "Run! Find a place to cover yourself and hide, do you know how to deal with the wound? I will let the artificial intelligence send the basic tutorial to your phone——"

"Oh," the sound of dragging something came from the earpiece, "Mr. Fergus was unconscious and bleeding a lot. Maybe the carotid artery was cut by the clown and he was shot-I think he might be quick died."

Stark almost choked to death with his saliva.

Mr. Warden’s voice was hoarse, but it sounded calm—or, it could be said, there was no real heartache or anxiety at all, so much so that he thought Mr. Fergus was just a bit ordinary.

As a result, Mr. Fergus is not far from death?

It is said that the warden has a deep relationship with Mr. Fergus?No, although it was false, he had watched the warden wake up at the call of Mr. Fergus.Being under the control of Mr. Fergus-no matter what he is-of course one should trust and admire his creator wholeheartedly.

For some reason, Stark thought of his artificial intelligence butler again.

Stark: "..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Dianyu dragged Mr. Fergus by the arm, moved the two with difficulty to a farther place, and found a tombstone as a shelter.

At first, the tombstone used to bind the warden of the hang-up was destroyed by a bomb thrown by the clown. Zhang Dianyu really didn't understand how so many things were hidden in his purple trench coat. Is his true identity a Doraemon?

He was really afraid that the clown would take out a rocket launcher from his pocket later, then he might have nowhere to hide.

The most important thing is that Mr. Fergus is in a coma, and he can't use the skill again.

At that time, the incident happened suddenly. When the skill took effect, he only had time to read the comment that popped out [Skill used successfully]. He didn't have time to read the long string of small characters behind, but he probably remembered that the target might break free from the confinement environment. .

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, but it is not difficult to understand—just as the confinement room may be destroyed, encountering a special prisoner—or it should be called the object of use here, and it may not last too long.

The clown was trapped in a small 1x1 grid by his "confinement" skill. Although the coffin lid had been pushed open by him, he could not get out from the edge of the virtual confinement room.

"Wow, Mr. Warden...Why are you hiding from my little toy?" The clown said with a smile, holding his hands on the edge of the confinement room in the air, and pressing his face up.

The flashlight shone on his pale face, and Zhang Dianyu could see his face flattened by non-existent glass.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The mental patient is indeed broad-minded, and he can be happy at this time.

But he couldn't be happy.Although the clown does not have superpowers, but I don't know why, Zhang Dianyu just thinks he has the ability to break free from this virtual confinement room.

Maybe it's because he didn't panic at all, and even had a slight happy attitude.

"Well, is it because of that old guy's ability—he scares you? Or worship? My warden?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He ignored the clown and pulled off his tie to try to tie Mr. Fergus' wound to stop the bleeding, because he remembered to tie it tightly above the wound to buy time for the injured.

But... is this the neck?

After Zhang Dianyu tightened his red tie, feeling that something was wrong, he untied it a bit.

"Why don't you look at the emergency rescue guide I sent you?"

Someone said behind him.

Zhang Dianyu didn't look back, his hands were full of Mr. Fergus' blood, but he heard heavy metal landing behind him.

Stark walked over and poke a strange tube from his arm, spraying a thin film of substance on Mr. Fergus' wound.

"This is only temporary. He has lost too much blood." Stark snapped his fingers, but using a metal finger to make such a gesture is always pretending to be chic. "The ambulance will be here soon."

Before the words fell, another armored ambulance carrying an ambulance that was still horning fell heavily to the ground.

"I mean—immediately." Stark opened his visor and smiled.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." No one can compare to Stark in terms of pretense.

The ambulance was gently placed on the ground by Stark's armor. Zhang Dianyu swears that he heard exclamations and applause from inside.Immediately afterwards, the medical staff with solemn faces immediately pushed the stretcher cart and quickly ran here, lifting Mr. Fergus up.

"I saw the photo you sent over-we are different, I will read the message." Stark said pointedly, "Mr. Fergus' blood seems to be draining, I think When the normal ambulance arrives, I’m afraid it’s too late."

Zhang Dianyu took out the handkerchief from his suit jacket pocket and wiped the blood covering his hands.

But the sticky feeling is still lingering, and the blood on the hands cannot be wiped off.

Stark glanced at Mr. Warden, who was carefully wiping his hands, and another metal tube stretched out from under his arm, and clear water spouted from it.

This is the second Doraemon Zhang Dianyu saw today.

He stretched out his hand to wash off the blood, and then said to Stark, "Thank you, you still have water with you?"

"Oh, it's not water, it's actually filtered... that..." Stark paused halfway through his words, his expression was a little uncomfortable, "Don't worry, you have to trust the filtration technology of Stark Industries. It’s all top in the world."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He really believed in Stark's evil.

"Where is the clown?" Stark looked around and changed the subject, pointing to the direction hidden in the green mist next to him.

Zhang Dianyu nodded and looked at Stark: "Is there a gas mask?"

Stark really does.

"What are you going to do? It's dangerous there. It's enough for me to go alone." Stark grabbed Zhang Dianyu's shoulder, "You stay here."

Mr. Warden's suit was soaked in Mr. Fergus' blood, and he couldn't help but think of the evening before.

Zhang Dianyu shook his head: "The clown has been trapped by... Mr. Fergus' abilities. I must go there. Only I know what to do."

Stark is refreshed, and the warden wants to reveal Mr. Fergus' superpowers to him?

Isn't this what they have always wanted to track down?

With his visor closed, Stark raised a hand and stopped Mr. Warden: "Then, you follow me-you are not an ordinary criminal, trust me."

Zhang Dianyu did not intend to walk in front of him.

"There is a coffin lid in that pit. Just snap it over."

As they walked past, the clown sat in the coffin and gave a frightening smile in the direction of the two.It seems that he has tried various methods, but has not been able to break free from the virtual confinement room.

"Oh, I think I understand what you mean." Stark was silent for a moment, "but there is someone here, I can't—"

Zhang Dianyu hooked the shovel with his toes, patted the clown into the coffin and lay flat: "It's okay now."

Stark: "..."

He hesitated a little, but according to what Zhang Dianyu said, he covered the coffin.

Anyway, it's the clown inside, and he deserves it.

"Press that lid." Zhang Dianyu nodded, shoveling a shovel of soil from the side and sprinkling it down.

Stark: "?"

"Wait," he said hastily, "I know he deserved it—no, but you can't bury the clown alive, Mr. Warden."

"I will leave a vent hole." Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, "you can drill a hole in the lid now-don't be too big, just breathe."