Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu nodded in agreement, and said nothing.Before leaving, the nurse told them that they could ring the call bell on the bedside for something, and then walked out of the room.

The two sat on the sofa aside, waiting for Mr. Fergus to wake up.

According to the nurse, it shouldn't be long.

Zhang Dianyu turned on the TV and watched for a while, and found that the noisy news could not wake Mr. Fergus, so he looked at the body donation brochure on the side.

Stark's eyes brightened as he watched him, and he felt cold behind his back.

"Mr. Warden?" He felt that he had to say something, or the little brain that the warden had just grown would be used to secretly kill the retired old man.

However, the warden read the pamphlet so rapturously that he didn't even notice Stark calling him.

Stark couldn't help but glanced at it, and found that there was nothing special on it, just some ordinary propaganda.

He couldn't help but glanced at Mr. Fergus.

Zhang Dianyu read the brochure for a while, and couldn't help but think about the prisoner's grave.Every prisoner and employee who died can add a coffin to the prison, but...their remains will also be buried in it.

This is very troublesome.

Zhang Dianyu just wanted to change the coffin into a confinement room, but it was too much to let people live with the body.

If these prisoners have signed the consent form for donation of the remains, this matter will become much easier.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment, and stuffed the brochure into the pocket of his jacket.

Stark was dumbfounded.

He turned his head and saw Stark's expression, also surprised: "Mr. Stark, you don't seem to be in good spirits? Because you haven't slept all night?"

Stark said with difficulty: "Mr. Warden doesn't seem to be very energetic." Or it's not normal.

He thought for a while, and tentatively asked: "Would you like to go out for breakfast? With the armor, there shouldn't be too much time on the road."

Zhang Dianyu shook his head: "I am here waiting for Mr. Fergus to wake up, and then I will return to prison."

Before he went to the town where the funeral home was located, he was very disappointed and his interest in the outside world gradually disappeared.

What if the scenes of this world are made real?He is more inclined to send the criminals who are smashing the closed doors every day into the soil as early as possible.

Stark grinned-he was afraid that Mr. Fergus would wake up and there would be few chances in the future.

"The doctor said that Mr. Fergus still needs to recuperate. Why don't you take this opportunity to take a vacation, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him strangely: "No, he doesn't need to-go back to the prison to get a shot to help him recover, I think he can even leave now."

Stark: "..."

On the surface, Mr. Fergus is out of danger, but in fact it is now the real danger.

"But he is still in a coma," Zhang Dianyu paused, "Maybe I can ask you to do me a favor?"

Stark hesitated for a moment and replied: "Of course-but did you forget that the Joker is still trapped in the coffin. The news from Batman says that someone has called the police nearby, and he shouldn't be able to stay long."

Having said that, Stark always felt that from the current situation, the news of "Batman Burying the Joker alive" would make global headlines tomorrow.

Zhang Dianyu nodded reluctantly.

To be honest, he wants to be able to unblock the clown alone, because he still needs to switch to the role of Mr. Fergus-that is, if he doesn’t tie the warden aside, he might think about it later. Way to catch up.

This is outrageous.

At this moment, he noticed that Mr. Fergus' fingers exposed outside the quilt moved slightly, which seemed to show signs of awakening.

Zhang Dianyu stood up, walked up to Mr. Fergus, and tentatively said: "Mr. Fergus?"

The role panel in front of him unfolded, and Mr. Fergus' role finally became optional.

But Stark was still there, and let him see the peculiar behavior of the hang-up warden, and the vest might not be able to keep it.

Of course this will not work.

He saw Mr. Fergus slowly opening his muddy tan eyes, still looking at him blankly, and bending over his ears pretending to be listening.

Mr. Fergus said nothing.

Zhang Dianyu nodded.

He said: "I see, Mr. Stark, we can go now."

Stark: "?"

Do you have to do this to be a warden?

Zhang Dianyu continued: "Please send Mr. Fergus to prison later-it's been all night. I need to go back to deal with prison affairs. Mr. Fergus thinks he can do the next thing alone."

Stark realized that he finally had a chance to be alone with Fergus.This is the opportunity that Fury and they said-but Mr. Fergus has just awakened from excessive blood loss now, too weak to walk, and he can't get it off.

Besides, he controlled the clown this time.

This is the first time they have learned that Mr. Fergus has supernatural powers—maybe any supernatural powers that cannot be used in prison are also one of his powers?

The warden was still looking at him, waiting for his reply.

Stark could only nod his head: "I will send Mr. Fergus back."

Zhang Dianyu also pretended to nod seriously in response.

The next second, the angle of view switches.

The on-hook warden's expression did not change. He let go of Mr. Fergus' hand, turned and walked out of the ward, without causing Stark's suspicion.

Zhang Dianyu looked up at the ceiling, feeling dizzy.

It turned out that after waking up from excessive blood loss, it was such a feeling-he now felt that his body was hollowed out, and the weakness from where he came from filled him up, but he could only hold on to the spirit and pull out his hand. On the infusion needle.

It's not as simple as it feels in the movie, he thought with a grin on his back.

Mr. Stark suddenly lost his words.Facing Fergus, he had to be more vigilant.

But he couldn't help pointing to the head of the bed: "Mr. Fergus, we can actually ring the bell and call the nurse over."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He wanted to tear down the messy pipelines, and finally reached for the bedside bell—it was a bit too complicated.

The nurse showed an unbelievable look after hearing his request, and then said she wanted to take the doctor over first.

The doctor was a bald middle-aged man, who looked like Fergus' twin brother.

"I don't recommend you leave now—"

After being rejected by the nurse, Zhang Dianyu succeeded in pulling another inexplicable tube from his body.

The doctor was taken aback: "Pull him up, Alice."

The nurse finally stepped forward.

Stark stared at all this in amazement. After only the two of them were left in the ward again, he couldn't help asking: "Do you have to go back to the cemetery in such a hurry, Mr. Fergus?"

"You don't think that when Batman leaves, I will let the Joker stay there alone." Zhang Dianyu said in a accusing tone, "He is very dangerous. This is what I asked Mr. Warden to push him into the coffin and bury him. The reason-I believe he will break free of my... ability."

Stark asked, "Is this your superpower, Mr. Fergus? So... what about the prison?"

Zhang Dianyu really couldn't answer this question, so he could only give Stark a deep look pretendingly.

He lifted the quilt and climbed out of the bed, almost lying on the ground the moment he stepped on the ground.

The doctor was right, he should really rest here—or go back to prison and get a shot to resurrect in situ.

He took out his blood-stained brown-gray trench coat from the closet in the ward and put it on the outside of the coat.

Because he felt that he no longer had the strength to change his clothes, he just wanted to deal with the clown as soon as possible, and then return to the prison to make long-term plans.

What's more, the on-hook warden was walking mentally on California roads alone, with blood on his clothes.I don't know if he will be caught by the Mounted Police in violation of traffic rules, or if he encounters a bad guy with intent to go wrong.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while and thought that he was empty with only a credit card pocket.

"Then we can go, Mr. Stark." Zhang Dianyu felt cold on the top of his head again, "Thank you."

Stark nodded.

To tell the truth, Mr. Fergus looks no better than the warden in this way.His hospital coat was covered with a blood-soaked and scabbed windbreaker, like a perverted murderer from a B-level film.

Stark: "..."

He suddenly felt that after this scene was seen by reporters, it might not only be Batman that will make the headlines tomorrow.

He has to carry this pot together.

The steel suit can adapt to anyone's body shape and can completely cover the user's body-and will not protrude a belly on the suit, Stark thought with pleasure.

Fortunately, he took this into consideration when he was eating donuts when designing the suit.

The two quickly returned to the cemetery, where the police car had already enclosed it, and the yellow cordon was pulled around.

A reporter tried to take a photo from outside but was stopped by the sheriff.

But no one would stop Iron Man, and the golden red armor fell heavily on the ground, stepping on the wet lawn.

There are still a lot of bloodstains here, indicating that we have experienced unusually incredible events not long ago.

"Sir, Mr. Stark?" A sheriff took off his hat and looked a little bald. "We received an anonymous tip that the clown was buried in an underground coffin-who can do this? It's something."

"Some people said that they saw Batman's trail nearby," the reporter stabbed the recorder from outside the cordon. "Mr. Officer, did he bury the Joker in it? Is anyone hunting him?"

The sheriff put on his hat and looked serious and ignored the reporter.

The golden-red armor in front of him suddenly opened, revealing an older man who was balder than him. He wore a brown-gray coat on the outside of his medical suit and went straight to the gravestone surrounded by police.

The sheriff's lips trembled for a while: "Mr. Stark?"

The other armor on the side opened, Stark rolled his eyes to the sky and opened his hands: "Mr. Officer, do you have a problem?"

Sheriff: "..."

He was silent for a moment and continued: "We can only be sure that there is a person buried below, Mr. Stark." He hesitated for a moment, "If he is really a clown..."

Obviously it is not so easy to deal with.

"Everything is under control." Stark said, thinking about it or putting it back into the armor.

Obviously Mr. Fergus' appearance cannot be convincing—nor can he be convinced.He now began to feel that Mr. Fergus might not be much more normal than Mr. Warden, otherwise there would not be so many suspicions.

All in all, he should still wear a battle suit to make sure that nothing happens.

Zhang Dianyu approached the grave and checked his skill bar. It showed that the skill was still in use, and the target did not break free.

On his game panel, the clown is still curled up in the coffin, but it seems that he has stopped moving, and the blood bar is also showing red, which seems to be dying.

This is very strange, he must dig to see.

Maybe this is the trick of the clown, trying to trick him into canceling the skill control directly and starting his counterattack-but there are so many policemen and sheriffs, and there is an Iron Man, can he really get it?

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the sheriffs next to him, wondering why they didn't start digging the graves, and decided to do it themselves—the shovel he left was still nearby.

He picked up the shovel on the ground and plunged it heavily into the soft soil.

The ground here has been dug up twice in just over ten hours, and it is much easier now.

As soon as the shovel touched the ground, he discovered the problem.

The sheriff just stepped on the vent for the clown, and didn't know how long he stood there, so that the clown's health began to drop continuously.

"... Let me?" Zhang Dianyu said to the sheriff.

"No, sir, please put down the shovel!" The sheriff looked incredulous, "You are destroying the scene."

Zhang Dianyu slowly played a question mark.

"But the clown is not dead yet?"