Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Until there was an emotionally complex voice around him.

"……Is it fun?"

Zhang Dianyu paused in his hand holding the brick about to fall, and fell into thought.

He had nothing to do. Hearing the meaning of this voice, it was as if he was performing some mentally retarded behavior.

He couldn't help but look down at a concrete brick wall built around him.Although this incident was just a simple skill use for him, like building blocks, the actual feedback on the wall was quite real.

Zhang Dianyu raised his hand and pushed, and found that this wall was easy for him to build up, and it was beyond his ability to push it down-a bit embarrassing.

However, the simple gesture of raising his hand seemed to affect the wound a little, and he couldn't help but frown his eyebrows slightly.

Stark in battle armor hesitated for a moment across the brick wall that surrounded Zhang Dianyu, but he raised his leg and stepped over, pressing Zhang Dianyu back, who was trying to pretend to stand up without exception: "You are injured."

Zhang Dianyu's eyebrows moved-is it okay to lightly push people?

"Don't move, let the AI ​​scan to make a preliminary diagnosis." Stark glanced at the captain who was fighting the Red Skull, feeling that there was no need to help himself.

Zhang Dianyu refused without even thinking about it: "No, I just go back to prison."

Regardless of the multiple injuries, as long as a $1,500 treatment needle can recover as before, the diagnosis of the injury is OK but not necessary.

Stark's hand that was scanning Zhang Dianyu's chest stopped, and he slowly retracted it. The expression under the opened visor was a little complicated.Zhang Dianyu looked carefully for a moment and came to a conclusion: "It's been a long time since you trimmed your delicate mustache."

It seems that recent events have really caused him a lot of trouble.

Stark: "..." He put his visor down again in silence, thinking that he should give up communication.

Zhang Dianyu didn’t understand it very well. According to Stark’s own explanation, the air filtration system in the armor was first-rate. His visor turned on and off. It couldn’t be because of poor breathing, right?

But he has other ideas.

He glanced at Stark, then pointed to the two fighting men in the middle: "Shall we be watching?"

"I have a ticket for the VIP room. It's on the second floor with a good view." Stark snapped his fingers. "May I invite you to watch the battle together, my warden?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He thought about it, and decided to start from the beginning: "Mr. Stark, my teacher, Mr. Fergus, is dead, and there is the one upstairs..." He deliberated his words and shifted the specific position slightly. , "In a Hydra's transformation laboratory."

Otherwise, I can't say that I died tragically in a toilet?

Stark was also a little silent: "I know."

"I want to meet him."

Zhang Dianyu's tone was calm.Judging from the reactions of the captain and Stark, they all know about Mr. Fergus, and the battlefield above must be almost over.

In view of the fact that he had caused a lot of misunderstanding when he moved the body of Sykestone to the bedroom last time, he felt that this time he still had to avoid such a thing from happening.

At this time, the Hydra base has not completely fallen, and the follow-up battlefield cleanup work should not have started yet, which means that Mr. Fergus' corpse should still be there, and he can go and transfer the title first.

Stark didn't say anything, he reached out and hugged Zhang Dianyu's waist, and said briefly: "Hold on to me."

Before Zhang Dianyu could blurt out an swear word, he found that he was already flying upwards. Seeing that he was about to hit the closed metal roof, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

But there was no painful touch.

He opened his eyes, the sound of the wind blew past his ears, and under his feet was the metal roof slowly moving to the sides, showing a posture of opening.

"My AI has invaded the defense system here, otherwise how do you think I found you?"

"The captain put on a Hydra uniform and followed the Red Skull?" Zhang Dianyu said.

"This is why I want to find someone in the intrusion prevention system?" Stark's voice sounded a little annoyed. "The captain will not hand over the name of any teammate, but will always hand over his mobile phone easily-this is 90 Years old?"

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help laughing out loud.

He waited until he landed slowly in the ruined lab, only to find that although he was flying extremely fast along the way, he barely affected any wounds.

He couldn't help but glanced at Stark, but the other person stared silently at the corpse on the ground not far away.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly and walked to the most conspicuous one in the middle of his body.

Some of the Hydras that fell on the ground are still breathing. After all, Fergus' skills basically can't kill people. Even unarmed combat with a 900% bonus may not cause death.

Only Fergus was completely dead. Under his chubby body, the blood spread out and solidified into a dark red patch on the ground, and it felt sticky to the touch.

Zhang Dianyu helped Fergus sit up, and saw that his body was densely covered with bullet holes, large and small, and blood clots were condensed on the edges of the charred cloth, which looked rather miserable.

Stark stood still, looking in this direction from a distance without saying a word.

Zhang Dianyu was a little embarrassed. Is he going to kiss Mr. Fergus on the cheek in front of Stark-this kind of behavior was strange enough, let alone a sifted corpse.

He was in a dilemma.

Zhang Dianyu turned his head and glanced at Stark—to be precise, looking at the shiny slits on his visor, and found that the other party still didn't move.

He thought about the tired face that Stark had just shown, feeling that he might have fallen asleep in the armor.

Whether or not, Zhang Dianyu has no other choice now.He drew the neatly folded handkerchief from the pocket above the suit, but it was already a little crumpled.

Mr. Fergus' face was mixed with sweat and blood, and there was even suspicious water running to the ground, and he had to wipe the stains off.

During this process, he also tried other methods, but the system prompts did not pop up, and the game panel did not respond.

Zhang Dianyu cursed both the bill and this damned world in his heart, and then gently kissed Mr. Fergus on the forehead.

The dialog asking him whether to transfer the role title finally popped up again.

There is nothing to hesitate at this time. Of course, he has given the four titles that Mr. Fergus possesses-"Breaking Egg Expert", "Toilet King", "Forbidden Zone User" and "Order Manager".

As he had guessed, Mr. Fergus' title was bound to his skills, and he inherited it.

With the skills, Zhang Dianyu suddenly had a lot of confidence, and even had an urge to go back on the spot to find the Red Skull line-until the pain in his chest stopped him.

He should go back to jail first to deal with his injuries.

Then, arrange the confinement room for the tomb of Red Skull.

Stark in the distance had already turned off the external speakers and asked the AI ​​butler to record some of his speculations in the battle armor.

"Is he really dead, Fergus? Scan me for his vital signs."

"Okay, sir, the 21st scan of the subject's vital signs-confirm the subject is dead."

"..." Stark was silent for a moment: "Although your tone has not changed, I think you are mocking me."

"Thank you, sir."

Stark: "..."

"If you want to express your concern, you can directly ask Mr. Warden about the situation." The artificial intelligence butler intimately reminded, "Maybe he needs your help."

"No, he doesn't need-and I don't know what else I can do to help except money." Stark's tone was a little irritable, "but I'm not sure... Mr. Warden is-now Only he survived?"

"And you, and Dr. Banner and Captain America, and Spider-Man, and everyone, sir." The artificial intelligence replied.

"..." Stark: "I'm not talking about this! I'm talking about Fergus!"

"Okay, sir, the 22nd scan of the subject's vital signs-confirm that the subject is dead."

Stark: "..."

"Do you still need the 23rd vital signs scan, sir?"

"I need to fill out a donation form from a state university!" Stark said angrily.

"The donation form has been transferred to the holographic window. After confirming the document, you can sign below."

Stark took a deep breath: "Shut up, close that damn form-you are abnormal today, are you infected with the virus?"

"Start self-test -" the artificial intelligence can only answer.

Stark: "..."

"After the self-check, I am not infected with the virus, sir-as for your question just now, because the armor scans have found that your multiple hormone levels are increasing, it can be summarized as experiencing severe mood swings."

"That's exactly what I told you just now!" Stark said desperately. "Mr. Fergus could not die so easily. He is the culprit of all this, and Mr. Warden is a puppet under his control. ——Are there no videos on your hard drive that Stephen left when he made his judgment? These are confusing to me, I want to know why! I am confused!"

"And sad." The artificial intelligence said.

Stark was silent suddenly.

He looked at the warden not far away.The young man looked down at Fergus who was lying on his knees, and took out his handkerchief to wipe the stains on the face of the old prison.