Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The round white eyes on Spider-Man's hood blinked and looked down at the sledgehammer in his hand. Suddenly, disappointment was swept away, and he bowed with confidence.

"understand!"

Banner felt a little change in the boy's mood, but couldn't understand why.The loud noise of smashing the wall immediately drowned him, and he silently moved outside with the decoration list.

According to the task list given by the warden, he also needs to send someone to buy a bucket of paint to paint the wall in the living room.

But... the prisoner can't act privately, only he will do it.

The task of smashing the wall was given to Spider-Man.Although the new up-and-coming young Super Premier sounds young in his voice, his abilities are quite outstanding, and Banner has also learned about it through the Internet and news.

This boy, who claims to be a friendly neighbor in New York, has always positioned himself the same way he is active in various neighborhoods in New York to fight crime. Now he has been arrested and imprisoned. It is very strange that the media has not reported this. .

Banner found the nearest convenience store on the map and decided to try his luck.After all, the house they repaired is located in a remote area. If you want to buy two buckets of paint in the city, it doesn't seem to be a good deal.

This is a gas station. It seems to be near a cemetery on the side of a road not far from a small town.

Banner opened the door of the convenience store.

The clerk raised his eyes and looked at him for half a second, then raised his chin backwards: "In the innermost."

There was a question mark in Banner's mind.

He hasn't said that he wants to buy two buckets of paint, does this clerk know?Is it a reclusive spiritual power?

Banner couldn't help but glance at the clerk again.After the clerk was already immersed in the computer screen at the cash register again, the clicks of the mouse were endless.

He had to give up his mindful eye contact and turned to the deepest part of the convenience store. Sure enough, beside a pile of scattered tool bags and shovel, he found several dusty paint buckets hidden in the bottom of the shelf.

Banner dragged it out from inside and carried it to the counter.

For some reason, he felt that the clerk looked at the paint bucket hesitantly, and looked at him carefully: "36 dollars a bucket, thank you."

Banner settled the bill quickly.

Only Spider-Man and other prisoners were left in the house, as well as a few guards whose behavior was always confusing.Although the boy has amazing abilities, he still feels that he should go back soon, just in case.

Just when he was about to walk out of the convenience store, the clerk suddenly couldn't help stopping him: "What do you...what do you do with the paint?"

Banner thought there was nothing to answer, and smiled gently: "Used to paint the wall."

The clerk frowned and thought hard. Just as Banner was about to speak, he suddenly stretched his eyebrows, revealing a suddenly realized look: "I understand."

Banner: "?" What does this strange clerk understand?

The clerk gave him a mysterious smile, "Welcome to come again next time."

Banner reluctantly nodded and smiled at him, turned and walked out of the convenience store door.

The clerk here is a bit weird. Could it be related to the nearby cemetery?

The clerk watched Banner's figure leaving, and at the moment the glass door closed again, he quickly opened a forum page with a somewhat simple background.

He thought for a while and posted a new post on it.

[Suspected murder scene, the corpse was built into the wall (read details, the price is $20)]

The price is not expensive, but the FBI often gets the bait-or it is nothing wrong with this is a fair deal, anyway, he is just a newsman who makes some extra money on the dark web.

His main business is still operating this convenience store-as well as fake IDs and fake licenses. By the way, he has also established a long-term cooperative relationship with the machine repair shop two kilometers away.After all, he opened this small shop next to the prison. It is conceivable that his customer base is also a bit unusual.

After clicking send, the clerk closes the web page and continues to wait for the arrival of the next customer.

At the same time, after Zhang Dianyu in the prison used his gaze to take away the truck carrying the decoration team, he could only return his gaze to his to-do list.

According to the child of the "Bill", he must raise the prison rating in order to receive those mutant juvenile offenders and receive additional subsidies from Congress.Thinking about it and knowing it must not be easy-unless they can't use their superpowers at all here.

Zhang Dianyu didn't know if it was a good thing.After all, at this moment, his confinement room is still closed by the famous Magneto, who likes to demolish a landmark building to speak for the rights of mutants.

He has a headache.

However, the coffin he ordered after returning to the prison has arrived, and the prisoners and guards who died in the prison will be buried near the prison.

That is to say-the coffin confinement room he planned earlier is ready, and it's almost in the ground.

How about putting Magneto in the coffin first?

Since the bill says that this is a real world, he should act more cautiously-for example, when super criminals are escorted in, they can be sent directly into the soil.

But at this time, there is no more land in the prison to build a cemetery—except for the opposite side.

There was originally only a sparse forest on the opposite side. After the establishment of the Secret Mutant Young Criminals Correction Center, only a small piece of land was used.

Just to ensure that the word "secret" is not empty talk, Zhang Dianyu could only ask the engineering team to build a temporary wall outside to isolate the cemetery from the correctional center.

The only disadvantage is that since the gate is relatively high, you need to pass through the cemetery in the middle of the forest to enter the correctional center.

But the problem is not big, anyway, juvenile delinquents will be kept in it, and contact with the outside world is forbidden-so they will not run around in the cemetery every day to disturb the super criminals in confinement.

Zhang Dianyu fully considered the needs of both parties and felt that he had tried his best to improve the treatment of prisoners-after all, the bill said this was the real world.No wonder Hannibal Lecter is always talking about his prison without windows, which will cause psychological harm to the prisoners.

But before making money, no one can own a window.

Zhang Dianyu sighed and watched the engineering team on the map quickly bury coffins in the opposite woods, and set up tombstones and turf on the top, remembering the night when he dug his grave.

If he had the speed of burying the coffin, maybe he wouldn't have to be busy all night there.

Zhang Dianyu looked for the location of Mr. Fergus on the map.

The former warden in light blue prison uniforms used breakfast in the dining room, went for a walk in the courtyard, and then slowly walked back to the cell side along the path, just as leisurely as walking in the park Retired elderly.

Although he may really be.

Just as Mr. Fergus walked towards the office along the gun storehouse, Zhang Dianyu suddenly had a bad feeling for no reason at this position.

There was no one on the quiet road, only a pale blue figure moving slowly, without any signs of bad luck.

But Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but frowned slowly, picked up the internal phone, and planned to mobilize a few armed guards to patrol nearby.

"You are right," a small voice said in his ear, "Mr. Fergus is in danger."

"Bill?" Zhang Dianyu asked, "If it were you, you should know that Mr. Fergus is not a human being, and it is not dangerous."

"But you have just acquired a new ability, and you don't want to lose it right away, do you?" The boy's voice said, "Someone has begun to realize that you can observe the situation in the prison. They will avoid you. Eye action-when you leave prison, when you rest, bathe, and eat, when your attention is not on the map."

Zhang Dianyu felt incredulous: "Then you should tell me earlier?"

"I'm the'Bill'." The boy's voice was a little annoyed. "It's not a'prison'. I can only give you pointers, not—"

"You mean those'tasks' that were added inexplicably." Zhang Dianyu interrupted him expressionlessly, "So, what are you busy with? Infiltrate into American justice and let people send superheroes. Come to prison?"

These messes must have been done by this little bastard.

"I am performing my duty and fulfilling my mission." The boy's voice answered very seriously.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." He would also say this bullshit.

"Mr. Fergus will not actively use his skills," the bill says. "If you swap with him, you can use his skills against the enemy."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while-this means that he needs to take the initiative to enter within 10 meters of Mr. Fergus, expose both of his bodies to the eyes of dangerous elements, and then imprison the criminal just to use his skills.

It would be better to let Mr. Fergus be shot or stabbed first. In short, there are still treatment shots in the prison anyway.

He is still willing to spend $1,500 for the health of Mr. Fergus.

Zhang Dianyu quickly picked up the phone and dialed the inside line of the infirmary, and asked a doctor to take the treatment needle to the path outside the Fergus Armory and wait for orders.

As he acted, the bill disappeared from his ears and never appeared again.

Zhang Dianyu had a lot of things to ask, but Mr. Fergus on the map was still walking slowly, and suddenly he was surrounded by two prisoners who came to him from the corner with knives, and the way back was suddenly The two prisoners who emerged were intercepted.

He decided to save his question until the next time he asked about the bill, and he would solve Mr. Fergus's first.

After all, Mr. Fergus is already a retired old man, and he is still bald. These people's sudden attack on him is obviously not a whim.

Their target is of course Zhang Dianyu.Zhang Dianyu, who had already summoned half of the prison’s gun guards and rushed to the office, sat on his sofa with expressionless face, watching the wall that he had just built for less than a day was blown up again, there was no fluctuation in his heart. .

He never wanted to rebuild this wall anymore, it would collapse anyway.

"Mr. Warden," said a man with a European accent, "this is the first time I have a chance to see you."

Under the gunpowder, the man pointed at by the muzzle of countless gun guards slowly took off his hat, revealing a dark red face that looks horrible to ordinary people. The flesh and blood seemed to be eroded, only a thin layer. Outside the bones.

The Red Skull smiled almost cruelly, which contrasted sharply with his reserved European accent.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while. Indeed, as soon as Red Skull came in, he was stuffed into the confinement room, and the two really had no chance to meet.

But he didn't want to see that much-normal people didn't want to see the face of Red Skull.

"I have no regrets, Mr. Schmidt." Zhang Dianyu replied lightly.

Red Skull smiled: "Mr. Warden, I like people with your attitude, especially when they regret and beg for mercy-I heard that you have a teacher with deep feelings, but unfortunately he is in my hands now. , Do you want him to survive?"

Sure enough, Mr. Fergus was used to threaten him.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the map. The bald old warden was twisted and pressed against the floor of the gun storehouse, seeming to be in a coma.

"Of course, I hope, Mr. Schmidt." Zhang Dianyu sighed slightly, "but I don't think you would agree." He paused slightly, and continued: "Then, can you leave the body to me?"

Red Skull seemed to fall into a moment of silence.