Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu used the darkness to cover up his guilty expression: "It's Mr. Fergus."

Anyway, the matter of Fergus digging the grave has been hit by the clown, and he will be exposed sooner or later if he does not push the pot.

After all, judging from the clown's reaction, he seemed to have identified some strange truths—even forcing the warden on the hook to beg him to kill Fergus, which was very outrageous.

Zhang Dianyu felt puzzled.

He couldn't see the expression in Stark's visor, so he missed the wonderful changes on it.But the point is--

Zhang Dianyu pointed to the coffin: "Can you do me a favor, Mr. Stark?"

Originally, he just played Stark and asked him to help him drill a breathing hole. The clown was dead or not, but he didn't really care.But now he needs the clown to survive, and then hand him over to the police, so that he can completely complete 1/5 of the task.

Theoretically, this task prompt has been shown to be one-fifth completed, but in fact, sometimes it does change at any time.

Anyway, Zhang Dianyu felt relieved by watching the clown enter the police station with his own eyes.

After that, he suspected that the clown would still be sent back to prison, but that was all for later.As long as the confinement area of ​​Mr. Fergus can prove useful, are you afraid that these super criminals will not be locked?

The vent of the coffin was connected to the ground with a hose by Stark. After ensuring that air could enter inside, he left the grave with a guilty expression.

He didn't know what was going on, maybe he was assimilated by the warden-did it seem like human affairs?

Mr. Warden looked very natural.After Stark walked out, he continued to fill in the soil calmly and buried the entire coffin in it.

There was a faint light from the horizon, and Zhang Dianyu took the last shovel of soil, and looked a little trance.

It seems that the clown is already well buried, and he can certainly accomplish this fifth of the task.

"Where is Mr. Foss?" He turned to Stark. "Can you take me to the hospital where he was rescued?"

"Of course." Stark opened his visor, looking a little strange.

Several hours have passed since the warden buried the clown in full swing, and only now did he remember to ask Mr. Fergus.

Prisoners Sykestone and Mr. Fergus have a high status in the warden's heart.

What's more, according to the warden, the excavation of Sykestone's grave was also done by Fergus.

Stark looked complicated.He couldn't help feeling a little sad for Mr. Fergus-fortunately, judging from the current clues, he should not be a good person.

Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth and was about to say something, when suddenly he noticed that there seemed to be a dark shadow in the tombstone not far away.

He couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, wondering if he hadn't slept all night, and he was a little dazed.

Until the black shadow spoke.

"I heard that the clown is here."

Zhang Dianyu was relieved, it turned out to be Batman.

In the faint dawn, the distant scenery is still a little shadowy.This group of black shadows had only two pointed ears that were very conspicuous. If he didn't speak, Zhang Dianyu almost thought he had encountered a giant cat walking upright.

After all, if there is Hulk in this world, can't there be a mutant giant cat?

"How did you hear that?" Stark was a little skeptical. "Did you secretly follow me?"

Batman seemed to glance at him, and his voice sounded a little surprised: "Don't you think I don't?"

Stark: "?"

The unprepared frankness made him a little unable to cope, but more wanted to squirt back.

"Someone sells the whereabouts of the Joker on the dark web," Batman said coldly. "He didn't show up at the United Savings Bank, so people have to be alert."

"See you or leave, right?" Stark rolled his eyes.Seriously, there really seems to be something wrong with these criminals in Gotham.

Batman: "..."

He took a few steps forward, looking in the direction of Stark and Zhang Dianyu: "Where is he?" He looked around and slowly said, "There are signs that the clown has been here."

Isn't that nonsense, the air here is still a bit green, Stark thought.

He pointed to the new soil that had just been filled: "Buried."

Batman: "?!"

"...Buried?" He slowly glanced at the direction Stark was pointing. The soil here was indeed very soft, the turf on it hadn't been paved, and the leaves had dried up.

It was supposed to be the place of the grave, and beside it was a brand new tombstone with the name Aston Sykestone written on it.There is also a small line below: Here is a hero buried.

It is difficult to conclude whether it is a hero or not. After all, as far as he knows, this Sykestone is probably as headless as the warden.

But what do Stark's words mean?

"Sixstone?" he asked in a low voice.

The person who answered him was the warden: "Oh, you are right, Sykestone is also in the coffin."

"In the coffin?!" Batman couldn't help asking.Stark coughed without holding back: "Yes, Mr. Repeater."

Batman calmed down and activated the scanning device to investigate the underground situation.

He was indeed a little shocked just now—but he didn't believe it.

The clown will never really die.Even if he was really dead, it wouldn't make Batman feel excited.

It's not just a clown he wants to eliminate.

The scan results proved that his guess was not wrong. There was indeed a coffin buried underground with two people inside.One of them was lying flat at the bottom with no vital signs. It should be the body of the prisoner Sykestone.

And the other one was a bit strange—he was lying on top of the corpse in a slightly curled position, which didn't look comfortable.

It's really not right to mention comfort in the coffin, but Batman meant that the person who should be a clown can completely straighten his body, but he did not do so.

His contemplation made the warden frowned, and then he showed a look of sudden realization: "Oh, Mr. Batman, the Joker is indeed locked in the coffin and buried underneath, but this is just a stopgap measure-he used... …The person with the restraint ability is Mr. Fergus. He was seriously injured and is being rescued in the hospital." He paused, and continued: "Only when he wakes up can he be released from control of the clown and let the police take him away. ."

He looked at Stark with a little concern in his expression: "Then can you take me to see Mr. Fergus?"

"Mr. Fergus is out of danger," Stark nodded. "There has been news from the hospital before that he has received a blood transfusion, and the gunshot wound has been avoided."

Zhang Dianyu was about to speak, when a low voice suddenly came from the other side: "Is the rope on the ground?"

Batman's gaze scanned the things left on the scene, and finally fell on the blood on the ground and the cut rope beside him.He walked over, took out some strange testing tools from his belt, and collected samples of blood on the rope.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." This is the third Doraemon he has seen today, and it's still a black cat sergeant.

He was a little guilty, wondering whether he should describe the storyline from the perspective of being tied to the tombstone.

In the end he chose autism, turned his face and resolutely said to Stark: "Take me to the hospital, I will be by Mr. Fergus before he wakes up."

From the perspective of a successor and a student, this reason should be perfect, Zhang Dianyu thought.

For some reason, Stark couldn't bear to stare.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Stark coughed, closed his visor, and snapped his metal fingers.

"Of course, no problem." The cold electronic eyes looked at the somewhat dazed warden warden. "Put your hands apart a little and stand up straight-yes, that's it."

In the next second, Zhang Dianyu almost came up with a "fuck".

The armor that came carrying the ambulance did not know when it touched behind him, when he made that silly move under Stark's guidance, suddenly covered his body directly from behind. , Closed in the crisp metal sound, and wrapped his whole person in the armor.

I have to say, it's kind of cool.

"That's right." Stark's voice appeared in his helmet, "Don't you get airsick-but it is really equipped with the world's most advanced filter system, you can vomit in it, but it is best Don't do this."

In the next second, the thruster at the foot of the armor suddenly activated, and the golden-red armor flew into the slightly white night sky.

In shock, Zhang Dianyu quickly shouted: "Stark! I haven't told Batman to watch the Joker--"

"Don't worry, I can do it for you-and I can tell you that his reaction must be scornful." Stark's voice sounded extremely skilled, "but he will definitely smell the police and run away later, trust me ."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

However, no one has called the police yet. The ambulance man was told by Stark not to call the police. He will take care of the whole thing-after all, now the police cannot take the criminals away.

Stark's armor lags behind for a while before reaching the door of the hospital. He falls heavily on the ground, admiring Zhang Dianyu's somewhat restrained ugly expression.

What kind of shock absorption can't change the feeling of accelerating and flying at extreme speed in the air-this is simply crazy.

Zhang Dianyu thought, holding the sculpture at the door.

But he will never vomit here.

"Are you okay?" Stark asked. "Want to vomit?"

At the same time, there was a concerned greeting and a female voice's retching.

A man poked out from behind the sculpture and gave Stark a thumb.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Stark couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Dianyu's face was a little green.

By the time they arrived, Mr. Fergus had been pushed out of the emergency room, lying on the bed in the ward, but still in a coma.

Zhang Dianyu and Stark walked into the ward under the leadership of the nurse. Zhang Dianyu glanced casually at Mr. Fergus, who was slightly pale, and studied the monitor next to him, which showed Mr. Fergus' vital signs.

He doesn't understand these numbers very well, but judging from the nurse's relaxed expression, there should be no danger.

But Mr. Fergus has not yet recovered.

Zhang Dianyu lifted a little quilt, studied the pipelines connected to the old warden, and suddenly asked the nurse: "When can these be unplugged?"

The nurse's expression was a little strange: "The patient has lost too much blood. It is recommended not to leave the hospital immediately.

Stark gasped.

It turned out that Mr. Warden wanted to come and extricate Fergus?Fortunately, Mr. Fergus is a fortune teller?