Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The sheriff was slightly taken aback.

"How do you know?" He quickly became serious, and put the holster on his right hand. "We sent out the police immediately after receiving the information, and we just arrived at the scene at this time-confirmed that there was someone in the coffin underground and was preparing for rescue jobs."

Zhang Dianyu was slightly silent.

"I suggest you give in a little bit," he said, "because I got the clown in, so of course I know."

The sheriff pulled out the gun abruptly and raised it to Zhang Dianyu: "You were locked in? Who else is there?"

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark who was watching the play next to him, and then said, "There is also Iron Man."

Stark was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his arms around his chest.

Does he want to carry this pot together?But he thought about it again. Indeed, the pit was dug by Mr. Fergus and Mr. Warden filled it, but he was the vent of the clown—wait, what about the vent?

He stared at the holographic scanning scene displayed on the visor in amazement, and suddenly shouted to the sheriff: "Get out of the way!"

The sheriff was startled, and hurriedly jumped aside, looking at the ground nervously.The police at the scene all drew their guns at them, looking around the scene.

But nothing happened.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He glanced at Stark, and Stark looked back.

"Raise your hands where I can see, and lie on the ground!" This is a suburban area. The state police who came from nearby immediately interrupted their eyes and planned to arrest someone.

Zhang Dianyu didn't expect Stark's style to be bad, not much better than Batman.

When there is no accident, someone will always scream feverishly at his figure passing by from the sky, but once a little accident is pointed at him, people will immediately change to another face.

It seems that the owner of power is born with a dangerous label.

That's true.

"No," Stark said, "you can't catch me again."

The police at the scene were silent for a few seconds, and their guns turned towards Zhang Dianyu.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

He can only raise his hands, otherwise the police have the right to shoot in this case.

"What I helped to bury is..." Stark said slowly in a startled gaze, "--the vent to keep the clown alive." He sneered, "Otherwise he is dead now, you can Only one body was excavated."

"--Isn't that better!" The reporter in the distance still didn't leave, and even overheard their conversation.

Finally, a policeman walked over, arrested him directly for obstructing law enforcement, and stuffed him into a police car on the side.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly and looked at the underground displayed on the game panel.The Joker's health bar is no longer falling, and it seems there are signs of recovery.

This proves that the air has entered the coffin, and he may wake up later-of course it is more useful to dig out oxygen.But if his brain breaks down and becomes a fool, it will make Zhang Dianyu feel happy.

What an overdose of tranquilizers can't do, air may do.

Before the clown awoke, Zhang Dianyu cancelled the skill status so that the clown could be dug out by the police and taken away.

His 1/5 mission to hunt and escape criminals should be stable.

"So," Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark, then said to the police in front of him, "Can we leave now?"

The leading police officer frowned and raised a hand, motioning for the others to put down their guns.

"Sir, you have to go back with me to make a transcript."

"Or ask my artificial intelligence butler," Stark was very dissatisfied. "It can even hold a shareholder meeting for me, and it's more like myself than me."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." Is it really appropriate to say such things publicly?

But the police officer on the opposite side stared at him, listening to the sound from the earphones, his face slowly became serious.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark." He tried to hold his own voice and said, "You still need to come with us, it won't be too long."

Stark glared at him: "Don't think I don't know the subtext of this sentence is'we're going to ruin your whole day'."

The officer looked at him: "I hope you can cooperate, Iron Man."

Two hours later, something that had never been imagined happened.

Zhang Dianyu had a chill on his head and was sitting on the bench in the detention room. Next to him was the Iron Man in battle armor, and on the opposite side sat... the clown.

I knew he should really find a way to keep Batman.

The clown stepped on the bench with one leg bent, and looked at the two people opposite with a grin.

Zhang Dianyu felt that he should really let the sheriff step on his vent for a while.

"Mr. Fergus... this is your name, isn't it?" the clown asked, licking the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Dianyu watched his nose and nose, pretending not to hear.

"SHIT," said Stark next to him angrily, "we have been waiting for more than an hour in this session."

Give him a reason not to bomb the detention room on the spot?

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but glanced at him.Stark sat on the bench in his battle armor, looking very violent.But he agreed to come in as a kind of compromise, and no one dared to disarm him.

But this is not a bad thing, after all, there is a clown sitting across from them.

But staying in the same detention room as the clown-which is a bit outrageous.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help licking his lips, and asked Stark: "With the weight of your armor, sitting on this bench without crushing it, are you struggling?"

Stark: "?"

His anger broke for a moment.

After a while, Stark said, "I think I believe Mr. Warden is the student you taught."

Zhang Dianyu was a little at a loss.

"I didn't," Stark said. "Actually, the armor maintained this position. I was sitting in..."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stark: "..."

The clown laughed and began to beat his knees: "Oh, I think I start to like you, Mr. Fergus?"

Zhang Dianyu paused slightly and looked at the clown with a solemn expression: "You are a bit heavy—unbelievable."

Stark glanced at him.

Even if you are quite self-knowing about yourself, you wouldn't be so ruthless in your evaluation, right?

But he had to admit that the Joker's words really sounded heavy, and Mr. Fergus' baldness was still shiningly reflecting the cool white light above his head, and he could actually speak.

"Mr. Stark," a policeman finally came over, with a polite tone, "Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes is waiting for you outside. You have twenty minutes to talk."

Stark didn't speak, but the eyebrows in the armor frowned.

"twenty minutes?"

He was taken to a small, small room with only a table and two chairs-a little better than it seemed to be interrogated, at least not with two policemen sitting across from him.

Stark opened his hands and opened his visor to reveal a handsome face with deep dissatisfaction: "Seriously? Shouldn't I be released on bail?"

"And the headline—Tony, what are you doing?" In the room, facing the door, a black man in an Air Force uniform and a lieutenant colonel's epaulettes, "I received your call and asked me to return to Los Angeles. To be honest, I was I thought you were going to invite me to reminisce about the past and spend a wonderful holiday-am I going to reject you?"

"No," Stark said, "you won't refuse me."

"Oh, I will definitely reject you, you can try." Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes said.

"I refuse." Stark walked to the chair, leaning on the back of the chair as he was about to do it, hesitated and gave up the idea, and stood directly at the table.

"To be honest, Roddy-what's going on, the state trooper who just came in said I only have twenty minutes to talk to? Didn't you come to bail me?"

"I was originally, and I took your card." Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes frowned. "But I don't know. The notice I received is-I hope you can cooperate with the police and be temporarily transferred. Go to the nearby prison and wait..." He made an incomprehensible expression, "——'Special trial'?"

Both Stark and Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes showed inexplicable expressions.

"What's this, am I a criminal like a clown?" Stark said, "because I helped bury a criminal?"

"Oh, I didn't mention this in the report I received." Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes said, "The above said-you hijacked an ambulance."

Stark: "I did do it--no, I didn't hijack it, they are still applauding inside!"

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes glanced at him, silently raised his palm and patted a few times: "Okay, you deserve it."

Stark was helpless to the yin and yang of his best friends, as if he rose up like a pufferfish.

"To be honest, I'm not going to listen to you-can you see it, I'm going to leave now." Stark raised his arms. "Sorry, did someone stop me?"

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes stared at him for a while: "Well, Tony, you are right. But even if you can lift your leg and leave—what about your accomplice?"

"Associate?" Tony repeated unhappily.

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes was a little helpless: "Whatever you, your friend, or whatever-he is going to be locked up with the clown, or you plan to take him away, do you want to fight together?"

"Oh, you mean Mr. Fergus." Tony grinned. "You may not know that he is actually... Forget it, let me clarify, I won't run away with a bald old man."

He thought for a while, maybe no one has mentioned Mr. Fergus' superpowers, so this matter is also a good thing for the government to keep secrets.

He didn't even plan to tell Fury yet.

Stark returned to the detention room and faced Mr. Fergus' slightly opened mouth.The clown was handcuffed on the other side of the detention room, but in the twenty minutes he was absent, he did not try to make trouble.

Maybe it was because he felt that after losing the little baby "toys" in the purple trench coat, Mr. Fergus' ability was indeed a threat?

Mr. Fergus seemed to be puzzled that he actually came back.

"Uh..." The balding older man scratched his only circle of hair. "I thought you would blow up their interrogation room directly." He shook his head.

Listen, does this look like a former law defender said?

But Mr. Fergus' reaction was inexplicably familiar—I don't know why, Stark always finds something strange.

Ten minutes later, they got into the prison car that was transferred to the prison together.

The bumpy journey didn't seem to be far away. When the back door opened, the three people who were taken out of the prison car were silent at the same time.

Can't be familiar here anymore?

It's like coming home?