Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

This scene is a bit weird.

Zhang Dianyu motioned calmly to guard Warren to put the dinner plate on the desk, and then asked him to take off the guard jacket.

He saw the Ruowu smile on the ogre's face disappeared.

Then he hung the guard jacket on the wall.

I don’t know if it’s a cleaner or a prisoner doing hard work. Every time he cleans the office, he throws away the suit jacket he used to cover the big hole. Want to faint.

Sooner or later, he will find this nasty critic and deduct his salary.

Then he turned to guard Wallen and said smoothly: "You can leave...wait," he discovered that guard Wallen was still wearing a gardener's light green overalls and shirt under his uniform. "What's the matter with you? ?" He pointed to Warren's clothes.

"Report to the warden, this is my night job, and you did not dismiss my gardener." Valen saluted and replied.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." I'm sorry, he forgot.

But Warren didn't seem to be unwilling, and planting trees can generate income.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the total prison assets above, nodded pretendingly, pretending to ignore the incident: "You can go out."

Guard Wallen left.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the steaming meal on the desk, and went straight over it into the back bedroom.

This was originally an accounting office, but when other employees moved to the south side of the mental ill area, they moved into the dormitory area in the middle and surrounded by the perfect design of offices, the original office was vacated.

Finally, Zhang Dianyu had a bedroom.

I don't know why, although he knew clearly in his mind that he should sleep in bed, but sleeping on the sofa didn't seem to be bad.

Zhang Dianyu wore a tie expertly in thought.

The green staff door was slammed open, letting his movements stop, it was Stark, wearing a new light blue prison uniform.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, when did he have prison uniforms of this color in his prison?Why is he totally unimpressed?Is this setting in the game?

I have to say that this prison uniform makes him look more like a cleaner.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Stark exploded as soon as he entered, raising his head to meet Mr. Warden, turning around, his face unchanged, he carefully tied his tie and put on his brown-gray suit jacket, and showed a listening expression.

He was taken aback for a moment.

After Mr. Warden put on the suit that was too old-school, the young man with a cold expression but earnestly tying his dark red tie neatly seemed to disappear and became the bullshit he was familiar with. Warden.

"To be honest, I don't know, Mr. Stark." Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark and said sincerely, "but you are indeed wearing a prison uniform. In theory, this is a violation of some legal terms."

"I didn't, I just..." Stark paused for a moment, "——Go to the hospital and call an ambulance."

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly: "Call?"

"I called someone," Stark said, "and then carried the ambulance to the scene."

"..." Zhang Dianyu had nothing to say, but he did this to help himself, and he heard the applause from the ambulance, and he didn't believe that the people inside would call the police."I am grateful, Mr. Stark, but I don't understand why this is-are you going to escape?"

Zhang Dianyu looked over expectantly.

If you want to overtake, can you help me with a task?

He seriously pondered how he could persuade Stark to jump straight four times and help him with the task of recovering the escaped criminal to 5/5.

Stark: "?"

He can't answer this question. Is this a fishing law enforcement?And the warden looked weird, even a little excited?

Even if he wanted to resist Mr. Fergus now, he could not overthrow everything that Fergus had left behind, and even encouraged the prisoners to escape from prison.Stark tasted it carefully, thinking he should intervene in this matter.

Then he...can't escape from prison?

Although he did intend to question the warden and then angrily summon the armor to fly directly back to his home in Malibu, to prove that he is ready to fight the military to the end-Rhodes was sent to persuade him not to resist, It can be seen that the master behind this incident has connections with the military.

Stark was silent for a moment and looked at Mr. Warden, who was seriously waiting for his answer, which made him feel even more breathless.

"That's it, Mr. Warden," he said patiently as much as possible. "I don't think that as a good citizen, a public idol, or a superhero, one should not escape from prison."

"Oh," I didn't expect that the look of expectation on the warden's face quickly disappeared, and he nodded casually and said, "Then you go, I wish you a happy stay here."

Stark slowly played a question mark.

Is it possible that Mr. Warden really wants to fish for law enforcement and wait for him to escape?He just responded to the warden's call not long ago to help him treat Mr. Fergus, and he has just fallen into this situation!

The more Stark thought about it, the more he couldn't let go, remembering why he had come here in the first place: "Mr. Warden - then, what's the matter with the morgue?" He remembered when he was taken into the morgue by guards. Horrified.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark and opened the panel to reconfirm the layout of the morgue cell-there are desks and bookshelves inside, and the shower room shared by the two cells, isn't it luxurious?

"Then... add another TV for you?" He looked at Stark.

Stark: "?"

Is this a TV problem?Does he seem to be a TV addict?

He sternly refused: "The point is that it's a morgue!" He paused, and said, "I don't need a TV. If you want to install it, you can install a computer and connect to the Internet."

The latter is what he needs, because the artificial intelligence tells him that the signals here are often blocked, and it is still looking for the law.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

But since Stark was in jail because of him, he could only satisfy this requirement as much as possible.

And as far as possible means-Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark silently: "Computers are very expensive, you can provide a mobile phone."

Stark: "..." Where is the computer expensive?

In the end, Zhang Dianyu compromised and asked the workers to come and move the old computer in his office to Stark's cell.

Stark was stunned as the moving workers walked in, put the computer in the cardboard box and moved it away, only to remember what he wanted to say a long time later.

"...Is this true?" He looked at the empty desk of Mr. Warden, even a little guilty.

Mr. Warden grabbed a thread: "Your network cable."

Stark: "..."

After he left the warden's office in a daze, he remembered that he had forgotten the most important thing about this trip-he didn't want to live in the morgue?

However, this idea was dismissed after visiting the existing prisoners' dormitory.Perhaps the warden was right, the one in the morgue was indeed a luxury cell-but why did he always feel that something was wrong?

Stark sat down in thought on the balcony in the courtyard.It is not time for the wind, so there are not many people in the courtyard, only a few mental patients are learning yoga with Banner.

Stark looked at it seriously for a while, felt that Banner was helpless, and suddenly felt that he was in a much better mood.

He turned and walked back to the dormitory in Zone B, walked among the messy prisoners' beds, thinking about why he was here.Before leaving the small room in the state police office, Rhodes finally put away his joking attitude and put him in jail with peace of mind. He went to the military to find out the news.

Stark gave him a question mark face.

It is impossible to go to jail, and it is impossible to go to jail in this life. As long as he leaves this door, he will fly back to the villa on the coast of Malibu on the spot and give everyone a heavy slap in the face.

He sat on the only clean bed that seemed to be empty and wondered why he was still here.

"Stark, take your ass," a cold, sharp voice suddenly sounded on his head, and slowly said in a commanding tone: "--lift up."

He raised his head and met a face with a monocle.

"Why?" Stark asked back.

"Because this is my bed." The short man with a slightly blessed attitude condescendingly replied.

Stark: "..."

"Lift your ass, or I will break it now."

"Sir, the metal grille is scanned under the mattress, and I cannot penetrate the target to detect the objects below." Stark heard the voice of the smart housekeeper from the hidden earphone.

He stood up and opened his hand to the penguin who was a head shorter than himself in an instant: "You actually slept in the prisoner's dormitory? I thought there was no one here—where did you get the metal grille and sleep on it. Don’t you feel hard?"

The Penguin looked contemptuously: "That warden would make the beds empty? Impossible. For private prisons, each berth is an income." He paused, "Only you came in? What a pity that old bat Not caught in."

Stark: "?"

He rolled his eyes quickly: "I'm not like you scumbags, thank you. I didn't commit a crime, I just hijacked an ambulance."

Copper sneered and raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, this is a good start."

Stark: "...?"

Although War Armor was left in the cell of the morgue by him, many people had seen it before, so no one had come to touch him for the time being, including the Penguin who didn't know what conspiracy he was doing.

Stark left the dormitory in Zone B and saw Mr. Warden talking with Banner in the courtyard from a distance, and his footsteps stopped slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he saw both of them posing on the yoga mat in a strange pose at the same time.

Stark: "..." Mr. Warden probably has a virus.

In the courtyard, Zhang Dianyu watched Banner's yoga class for a while, until the other party finally raised his head a little hesitantly: "Mr. Warden, what's the matter?"

I don't know what's going on. He just saw Stark wearing a light blue prison attire. In a blink of an eye, the warden came to watch him do yoga with a mentally ill criminal.

Nothing else matters-it's really embarrassing to be watched.

Could this be a new method the warden came up with to force him to submit to the construction team?

This aroused his stubborn rebelliousness. He was about to refuse, but he heard the warden answer him.

"Oh, it's okay." Zhang Dianyu asked musingly, "I heard that yoga can develop the body's potential and make people more...stronger?"

"Maybe..." Banner's courage quickly leaked out, and he scratched his hair a little embarrassingly, "I haven't considered that aspect... the other guy doesn't really need it."

Zhang Dianyu nodded in agreement, and suddenly asked: "Then can I join your yoga class?"

I don't know if this will help Mr. Fergus to become the real king of toilets.

Banner looked puzzled.

However, a yoga mat was separated and the warden arranged a position among the mentally ill.

Zhang Dianyu took off his jacket and put it aside, stepping into the middle of the mental illness with restraint, watching the magical movements of the two mentally ill bodies on his left and right, falling into thought.

Banner closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "The first step in learning yoga is to understand its breathing method..."

The two prisoners beside Zhang Dianyu also closed their eyes and posed a more twisted posture, panting like two black bears going down the mountain.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He always felt like he had strayed into some cult scene.

He also closed his eyes and decided to drive the thought out of his mind.

"Mr. Warden," Banner said, "Please raise your legs and raise your arms above your head—"

Zhang Dianyu tried it, and kept as serious as possible, "Doctor, what is the function of this action?"

Banner thought for a while, and said with some embarrassment: "...can help you exercise your hips?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Why did Dr. Banner teach his mentally ill prisoners to exercise their hips?Is this appropriate?

The bathroom was already unsafe. Now the prisoners are still taking a shower in the 1x1 shower room under the supervision of the guards.

Banner reluctantly picked up the glasses next to him and put them on, hesitatingly said: "Mr. Warden... In fact, if you want to learn some fighting skills, you may be able to consult Mr. Stark or Mr. Wayne— —As far as I know, they should have a lot of resources in this area to help you."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while and answered rigorously: "...No, I just want to practice my hip."