Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

After the title transfer, Zhang Dianyu breathed a sigh of relief, and threw Mr. Fergus to the ground when he felt it was not good.

After all, Stark was still in a daze (or fell asleep) next to him, and if he saw him abandoning Mr. Fergus who had run out, he would have any bad associations.

He even wiped the stains on Mr. Fergus' clothes by the way-but found that it was not easy. The brown-gray trench coat was densely covered with charred bullet holes and clotted blood.

But here comes the problem. With the size of Mr. Fergus, even if he wants to pretend to take the corpse back, he can't move it—unless he takes the toilet next to it.

This is a bit too strange, right?

Zhang Dianyu knelt beside Mr. Fergus' corpse and held his head in deep thought.

I don't know when, Stark was already standing next to him and suddenly stretched out a metal hand.

The warden had been holding the corpse for a long time, so that he had to take the initiative to break the silence, so as not to let the warden be immersed in grief for too long - to be honest, this is not good. He knows the experience, because he has experienced it.

Zhang Dianyu was taken aback for a moment, thought for two seconds, and transferred Mr. Fergus' heavy body into his hands, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Stark: "..."

He took a deep breath, and finally could only embrace the corpse in his hands, then gritted his teeth and asked, "Then, Mr. Warden, are you going to go back to the prison?"

"Did your driver not follow? Maybe he can send me a ride?" Zhang Dianyu suggested.

Stark was silent for a moment, and finally reluctantly said: "Okay."

Zhang Dianyu smiled sincerely.

Stark: "..."

Zhang Dianyu slowly got up, feeling the strange feeling coming from his body.To be honest, he was really afraid of his sudden acceleration in this range, which would startle Stark next to him, and would expose his magical abilities.

But he still felt a little distressed-it didn't seem to be easy to conceal.Should he prohibit anyone from walking along when he walks into the toilet so as not to leak the wind?

Stark held the corpse, suppressed his unpleasant expression, and walked in front of Zhang Dianyu.

No Hydra was encountered along the way, the alarm bell was almost destroyed, the electricity had been restored, and the pale white lights were on again in the corridor.

After Zhang Dianyu left the bonus range, he returned to the level of an ordinary person. He suddenly felt a lot harder to walk, and from time to time there was a pain from the ribs.

The sound of metal human footsteps in the empty corridor seemed particularly clear and heavy.

After passing through a long corridor, the heavy iron door behind them closed loudly, making a loud crash.Zhang Dianyu leaned on the wall next to him and took a breath, then raised his eyes to look at Stark: "You know you can fly...?"

Stark's expressionless face suddenly showed a complicated look, and it seemed to have a little bit of anger: "But you can't."

"Yes," Zhang Dianyu said, "but the captain has already solved the Hydra on this route. I don't think you need to worry about my safety."

Stark's face suddenly became very ugly: "Did you see that? That Hydra with a big hole burnt in the clothes?"

Zhang Dianyu nodded, showing doubts.

"That was caused by the repulsion cannon." Stark was expressionless. "The enemy who was knocked down by the captain usually lay on the ground with broken hands and feet - because of his vibrating shield.

Zhang Dianyu didn't listen carefully to the second half, but subconsciously nodded and said, "Yes, this...I will too."

"What?" Stark asked suspiciously.

Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel and looked at the bound skill "Prison Search" with the title of "Order Manager", which was now displayed as available.With his toes, he turned over the fainted Hydra below, thought for a moment, and decided to try him.

In the next second, the people under his feet suddenly became wearing nothing, and a Hydra weapon suddenly appeared in Zhang Dianyu's hands.

I have to say that this skill is pretty easy to use, Zhang Dianyu thought.

Stark next to him was already dumbfounded.

Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, then put the Hydra weapon that he didn't know how to use, and nodded to Stark: "Now you can go."

Stark: "..."

He paused for a long time, gritted his teeth and asked, "So, you just want me to leave? Even exposed the ability to hide for so long?"

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought.He didn't want to hide it, after all, he would definitely use this ability.But it didn't happen before—from Stark's point of view, that's right.

But the problem was that he just thought it was weird to keep Stark with him, even his footsteps were a little noisy.

"If you can fly," Zhang Dianyu turned his head slightly, "then I don't understand why I have to walk."

Stark was initially a little angry, but he was stunned when he heard the words. After a moment, he turned his head slightly, and suddenly reached out his hand as if he wanted to grab Zhang Dianyu's collar, then suddenly realized that this was not good, and finally patted him stiffly. shoulder.

"I understand."

Zhang Dianyu slowly raised a question mark—what did Stark understand?

"Sorry, in fact I think I can also take you and this... Mr. Fergus, back to prison together."

Zhang Dianyu was a little surprised. Then he saw Stark raised his hand and blasted a hole out of the corridor above his head, then hugged his waist again, plus the corpse of Mr. Fergus in his hand, and started his feet. The propeller flew to the sky.

"Wait!" Zhang Dianyu struggled, "How is Peter?"

"Don't move." Stark closed his visor, and the voice came out after electromagnetic filtering. "AI has transmitted the situation to everyone in real time, unless he didn't bring his own communication equipment-of course, he didn't. Yes, he gave them to Hydra like the captain. We will definitely talk about this in the future. So I asked Fury to find someone to send them the communicator. It should have been..." He paused. For a few seconds, it seems to be browsing the information, "Aha, they have received the message, and the finishing work will be over soon."

In this case, Zhang Dianyu has nothing to hesitate.

He looked down at the Hulk below from the sky to demolish and relocate, and worries about the decoration scene surged in his heart.

Stark's voice came from his ear: "Banna is okay, it's just a small emotional management problem, which made him swell a bit."

"I am not worried about him," Zhang Dianyu replied subconsciously, "he will always become a superhero."

"Oh—?" Stark dragged his tone and asked slowly.Could it be that the matter he had always wanted to dig out Banner was discovered by the warden?

Zhang Dianyu did not answer.Looking at it from this angle, Hulk is very suitable for such a scene. It is not at all like the monster in people's mouth-even before, Hulk recognized who he was and didn't destroy everything.

Based on the information he got and Banner's attitude, Hulk hasn't been here for long.Not just General Rose, even Banner himself is not used to his existence.He can only regard Hulk as a kind of disease, and use the prison to control it and become his original self.

Maybe Banner stayed here, there really won't be that invincible Hulk in the Avengers.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but sighed slightly.

Stark looked down at Mr. Warden, as if he heard the invisible sigh.The young man showed a little regret on his face without much fluctuation, and seemed to regret something.

He originally didn't want to bring Mr. Fergus' corpse, because the warden was injured-but judging from the opponent's current look, he was not sighing at this time because of the injury.

Iron Man flicked low in the air, with a dense canopy beneath his feet.

In order to avoid the low temperature in the upper air, he has been flying close to the low-altitude building, anyway, the road is not far, and the Iron Man armor can't fly for a few minutes.

The outline of the prison was quickly revealed before their eyes, and Stark skimmed directly across the wall and flew to the infirmary.

After a while, Zhang Dianyu landed steadily at the door of the infirmary. You can even see the green staff door behind the green staff door, and the pixel doctors are sleepwalking as usual.

It is reasonable to say that there is a riot in the prison, and the doctor should be too busy to deal with each other, but from the current situation it does not seem to be serious.

Zhang Dianyu breathed a sigh of relief and raised his eyes to look at the prison fund flow above-he can only see this figure that affects his whole body and mind only when he returns here.

In the next second, he slowly raised his hand to support the wall next to him, his complexion a little pale.

Although funding has not yet reached the point of deficit, it is obviously not optimistic.The decoration team had taken on many tasks before and had almost filled up the funding loopholes, but now there are only 10,000 US dollars left?

Zhang Dianyu pulled down the fund flow bar in silence, saw a large amount of expenditure on concrete bricks, and finally understood why.

This is outrageous, why does his remotely controlled bricks cost money!

Since Stark was still around, he couldn't directly question the bill, he could only swallow the bitterness silently, and stiffly sold two steps forward, and greeted a Pixel Doctor who came over like a sleepwalking.

The doctor stopped, looked at Zhang Dianyu, took out the light green treatment needle that seemed to have never been disinfected, and stuck it in his neck.

The slightly cool liquid was injected into the blood vessels, and the bones were quickly repaired, the pain disappeared, and Zhang Dianyu let out a long sigh of relief.

The doctor left blankly after the injection. Zhang Dianyu turned his head and glanced at Stark next to him. He was still holding Mr. Fergus' corpse.

"You can put... Mr. Fergus down." Zhang Dianyu reminded, "There will be guards coming and sending the body into the morgue."

"Oh," Stark was kind, he didn't want to hold a corpse long ago, "I thought you were going to take him back to the bedroom."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Perhaps it was his expression that seemed to be offended, Stark opened his visor and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the prison's total assets above the game panel, and said warmly: "As a thank you for today, I think I can..." He thought for a moment, "Invite you to trim your mustache in my office?"

Stark froze for a moment. He never expected that Mr. Warden's thank you gift could be so bad, so he refused mercilessly even though he hadn't taken care of his mustache recently.

"Normal men never share a razor."