Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

In theory, it should be the Supreme Master who gave full play to his inquisitive spirit during the hours of doing nothing, combined with profound medical knowledge and rich experience, and healed the Joyce guard.

However, this is impossible.

Dr. Strange is a really annoying person. If he could heal the Joyce guard, Joyce would have been discharged happily from the hospital-but it would be impossible to get out of prison.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, returned to the office, took out the clipboard, and sat on his sofa to read the prison report during this period.

At present, the employees in the prison are half pixel villains and real humans. To be honest, Zhang Dianyu does not know how they coexist peacefully. After all, even if such a large-scale escape occurs, the pixel villains are still sending reports to him step by step. Next to the desk.

If there is an assistant at this time, the pixel guards will follow Zhang Dianyu's instructions to send the report to the assistant room outside, wait for Banner to sort them out, and select the documents that Zhang Dianyu needs to send in.

But in fact, useful information Zhang Dianyu can be seen on the game panel.It's just that he still has to pretend to be reading the file, otherwise he will expose his game panel.

Zhang Dianyu first inspected the confinement room-as expected, Magneto had also ran away with the prison escape army, which was unexpected.

Compared to the time when the clown escaped from prison, the damage in the confinement area was not so severe, because the Red Skull's plan was to fit the inside out. He probably took the key to open the door.

After all, the keys in the prison are not particularly difficult to obtain.

Zhang Dianyu thinks that he should open a new course plan for the pixel villain guards, and learn about the importance of the key-rather than undercover, the Italians on his side should pay more attention.

As for the undercover, when the Penguin is sent back, he probably has to talk to him.

It's better to ask Hulk to talk together-although he is not that green in prison.

After looking through the prison funds, Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.Judging from the current situation, he finally understood what he could do with his suddenly activated skill.

Move bricks.

As a warden, does he actually have to do renovations to fill the funding loopholes?

"Being a real estate agent." The serious boy's voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "I think we need three chapters. You can't spy on my thinking, and you can't speak in my ear suddenly-no, let's put it this way, it's best if you fucking appear in front of me in physical form ."

"You must save the financial situation of the prison, otherwise you will...become a prisoner."

Zhang Dianyu also remembered this.According to the bill, if the prison deficit exceeds one-third of the total length during his tenure as warden, he will become a failure sample, just like the pixel prisoners before.

It is precisely because of this that the intelligence of the prisoners always seems to be higher than that of the pixel guard.

Zhang Dianyu thought about the Hulk he just saw, and felt a chill in his heart.

The decoration team that went out to perform the task has not come back, because the returning team is not full-Hulk is still smashing the Hydra base outside, and it must not be all.

What's more, they need to complete the task before they come back. If Hulk really smashes the decoration site, they might not be able to come back.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the prison's total assets in silence, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you."

If you look at it from another angle, although this bill does not work well, it does help him all the time.From the prison decoration team and the real estate agent, to letting him stay as Fergus to deal with prison issues first, he really did not want him to be removed from the post of warden and become a prisoner.

"Why help me?"

"Theoretically, I am not helping you, I am saving you." The bill sounds serious. "Most samples will die after becoming prisoners because the death rate in this prison is high."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"But at least you didn't send the troubled prisoner into the transformer room and pretend to be burned to death." The bill said with some embarrassment. "Although you don't look very smart, it is indeed the best sample.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Who is not too smart?

"Wait," Zhang Dianyu said slowly, "You mean, I haven't done those things?"

But it was in his memory, and as a game, the prisoner was sent to the transformer room to be executed.

"That's not you, but it did happen." The bill said, "The memories of 114 failed samples will be integrated into your'past'. Does this feel better? Including you and the next sample in the simulation run Experience."

"The next sample?" Zhang Dianyu found a key question, "I'm not dead yet, do you have the next sample?"

"You are not dead, but the next sample is dead." The bill replied, "This is why you have to stay."

"Wait..." Zhang Dianyu suddenly noticed something, "You mean, is the next sample Mr. Fergus?"

In theory, Mr. Fergus is the old warden, but after the current warden was dismissed due to incompetence, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with returning the retired warden.

The little touch that Zhang Dianyu had just given birth suddenly disappeared.

Is that whole untitled town a spare tire for the bill — there are many children whose families are serving sentences?

"You feel sad," the bill said, "why? Untitled town residents are not a substitute for you and Mr. Fergus. They are the way the new guards are created. After a dozen years, the children in the town will grow into new ones. Guards."

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "Are you serious? More than ten years?" He thought for a while, then added blankly, "You think too much, I am not sad."

"But I didn't think about it. I felt it in your brain," the bill said.

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "Do you know how abnormal this behavior is?"

Bill: "This is a very serious accusation."

Zhang Dianyu: "--It also violated my privacy."

bill:"……"

The boy's voice disappeared for a while before reappearing: "But you are not a human being."

"But," Zhang Dianyu said meaningfully, "According to what you just meant, I am now the only'sample' you can use."

The bill did not feel that there would be anything wrong with the next dialogue: "Yes."

"If I find that you are spying on my thinking again, I will quit my job." Zhang Dianyu threatened, "Everyone in the prison is full of talents. They speak nicely. I really like the people inside. I have long wanted to be a prisoner. "

bill:"……"

Although the facts told him that Zhang Dianyu was telling the truth, he already knew that Zhang Dianyu did dare to do so.

"I suggest you create a'carrier' for yourself," Zhang Dianyu put his elbow slightly on the armrest of the sofa chair, "or you go to the prison yourself, the prison is yours."

Although he does not know why the bill does not personally manage the prison, since he will create 116 samples, he will certainly not easily break this rule.

Zhang Dianyu's ears received a moment of peace, and the bill did not speak for a while.

After a while, the boy finally made his voice again.

"In fact," but the voice seemed to have suddenly become farther away, as if it came from behind Zhang Dianyu, as if separated by a door, with a strange sense of unreality, "I did create a carrier, but it is currently It doesn't look suitable for being in prison, so I temporarily parked it in your bedroom."

Zhang Dianyu had a bad feeling.

The next second, the green employee door behind him was opened, and a black-haired boy almost identical to the previous virtual image stood inside, holding the doorknob, and looking over with serious blue eyes, showing disapproval.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out, so he could only casually say: "Your shell is quite strange, a bit like that Batman."

"No," the bill replied, "this is my creator, another Tony Stark in the parallel universe."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." This peer looks very different from the one he knows.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone walked over from the path outside the office. It was Doctor Strange-given that the Red Skull had just demolished the wall facing the outside of the office, it was equivalent to two people. Looking at each other across a collapsing wall, they were all puzzled.

There was a stack of paper under Strange's arm, and Zhang Dianyu was also curious why the Supreme Mage, who had just gotten out of trouble, came to him.

The doctor looked the same as usual, but his hands were shaking severely-but Zhang Dianyu couldn't tell from it whether he was frightened in the incident just now, after all, he was fine and shaking his hands.

Strange came over and put the pile of papers on Zhang Dianyu's desk: "This is the questionnaire you want, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu slowly recalled what it was—this was a questionnaire he had made about whether the prison needed a window. Unexpectedly, Dr. Strange hadn't forgotten it, and firmly collected the results of the questionnaire.

"Thanks for your hard work." Zhang Dianyu said sincerely.

He flipped through the questionnaire. There were a lot of abusive words like "FXXK" written on it with a pen, which was unsightly, but magically filled in one answer.

But Zhang Dianyu no longer needs this questionnaire at this time.At first he didn't know why he didn't think the prison needed a window, but the bill explained everything very clearly.

Although he does not yet know where the "test run" of 116 samples mentioned in the bill was carried out, from his memory of the game, the first 114 failed samples seem to lack something.

Zhang Dianyu put the stack of questionnaires on the desk and stared at it.

"Mr. Warden?" Strange said suddenly, "may I ask a question?"

Zhang Dianyu raised his eyes: "What's the problem?"

"Who is that?" Strange said briefly.

Zhang Dianyu followed his gaze and found that the other party was referring to the bill.

Then he didn't have time to answer, he heard the bill replied solemnly: "Don't pay attention to me, I have a father-son relationship with the warden, but I will not affect anything related to prison management."

Zhang Dianyu heard the chaotic footsteps, and stopped when the sound of this sentence fell.

He slowly looked to the other side of the path, first saw Stark, then Peter beside him, and Banner with a tired face, and a touch of black skin in the shadows, and a half-pointy cat ear.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The scene was silent for a while, but he didn't know how to explain it—he could neither admit that he was the father of the bill, nor could he admit that the bill was his father.

He didn't even intend to bother about the bill or the bullshit of the father and son.

He even felt a sense of disobedience from it, as if this little thing was trying to understand the human society, but it went wrong.

Do father and son use this?

"Warden... sir...?"

In the eyes of everyone trying to push him forward, Banner could only bite the bullet and ask.

Zhang Dianyu paused, smiled, got up and walked to the bill, stretched out his hand and rubbed his black head.

"Yes, I am his father."

He took the bill's shoulders, slowly bent down a little, and said viciously-call me.

After a while, the black-haired boy spoke.

"father."