Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Stark slammed the door open, and the two people inside looked at each other.

Zhang Dianyu felt bad.

He was so focused on how to die, and even forgot to open the map, that he didn't notice Stark's arrival.

Bill looked at Stark who rushed in, then turned to look at Zhang Dianyu: "You'd better avoid it."

Zhang Dianyu didn't realize the deep meaning of the bill's words, but gave him a fierce look: "You knew he was here?"

Before the bill was answered, Stark interrupted: "How could he know? He is just a boy!"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He couldn't answer, the consequences were obvious-"I am mentally ill".

Facing the silence of Mr. Warden, Stark closed his eyes slightly and jerked out his right hand.

In the next second, Zhang Dianyu understood why the bill had caused him to dodge-the golden red armor pierced through the wall that had just been built for less than a day, and covered Stark's body in the flying lime.

"..." Stark: "Sorry, I will definitely adjust the sensor when I go back this time."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." This wall in his office is really ill-fated.

But after all, a wall wouldn't cost much, Zhang Dianyu gave Stark a cold look and didn't say much.

"Mr. Warden, I don't think I'm going to ask for your permission. You must go for psychological consultation with me." Stark pulled the bill over and blocked him, staring at Zhang Dianyu, the hard metal visor slowly Closed, the light from the eyes seems to have no trace of emotion.

Zhang Dianyu: "I refuse."

"I won't leave you here alone to commit suicide!" Stark replied, "Do you think that if you let me take this boy away, I will let you live and die here?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He couldn't answer this, and he really wanted to commit suicide.

Who knows that if you kill yourself, you can still be stopped.

"So," Zhang Dianyu raised his chin slightly, originally wanting to refuse coldly.But thinking about the strength gap between the enemy and ourselves, he decided to be tactful and deal with the urgent matter first-"I need to leave after an interview."

Stark sounded a little puzzled: "Interview?"

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while. Anyway, sooner or later, the acting warden cannot be kept secret. It is better to say: "Yes, I plan to hire an acting warden. Before I..." He thought for a while and decided to follow Si Tucker's understanding went on and said, "——I handle prison affairs for me during my recuperation."

Stark was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect him to be so cooperative.

Zhang Dianyu sat back on the sofa and raised his wrist to check the time on his watch.At this time, there was more than an hour before the interview time at ten o'clock, which was breakfast time for the prisoners.It won't be long before Lecter will come to deliver the food.

It's better to push himself as a mentally ill pot to the ogre, and say that he put some hallucinogen in the food-Zhang Dianyu looked at the map and thought.

"SHIT!"

There was a curse in his ear, Zhang Dianyu raised his eyes and saw Stark holding a bloody hand. The cactus next to him was dripping green with fresh blood on the thick thorns.

"Why is this pot of cactus still here!" Stark said incredulously.

"But the point is," Zhang Dianyu said, "Why are you still stuck by him?"

Didn’t you say that you should not fall twice in the same place?

Stark: "..."

In detail, it’s because of the warden. Not long ago, when they were in the detention cell, the warden specifically named the issue of where the armor was sitting on the chair as a support, so he decided Take off his armor and sit on the sofa.

Who knew this pot of long-lost cactus was still there.

Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly, took the handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket and walked to the sofa.

Stark frowned and raised his bleeding hand, Zhang Dianyu walked past him and carefully wiped the blood from the cactus thorns.

"It's just an ordinary plant," Zhang Dianyu said, "it shouldn't be defiled."

Stark raised his hands and was dumbfounded.

Zhang Dianyu looked at him for a while, walked back to the desk, and pulled out a roll of bandage from the drawer—just as before, he didn’t know why this thing was in his drawer, anyway, what could be stuffed inside. It's so much beyond imagination.

He threw the bandage to Stark: "Wrap it up." Then he paused and added: "The floor was dragged by the prisoner last night."

Stark: "..."

When Lecter and Guard Warren walked into the office, Stark was bandaged around his wrist with a face full of frustration.A hint of surprise flashed across Hannibal Lecter’s calm face, and he asked in a faint tone: "If I can, I have to be curious-Mr. Warden attacked you, Mr. Stark."

Stark glanced at him, his open mouth closed again: "No, it's a cactus."

"I want to believe it." Lecter smiled. "But Mr. Stark, cactus won't take the initiative to hurt people." Stark: "..." If he continues to explain, he will appear to be a bit mentally retarded, but it is the case.

Zhang Dianyu sat on his sofa and watched the confrontation between the two with interest.

Guard Warren put his breakfast on the desk, and then returned to Lecter.He still wore the light green gardener's attire in his guard uniform, and Zhang Dianyu could see a touch of suspenders exposed from under the corners of his folded clothes.

He frowned slightly and suddenly said, "Guard Warren, I think you don't need to plant trees from tonight."

From today on, those mutant children and the resistance leader conspirator Magneto were living opposite, and Varen was not suitable to be there at this time.

Especially go to plant trees in the middle of the night-this allows someone with delusional disorder to see what they think.

The Warren guard didn't react strongly. He just raised his head and stared at Zhang Dianyu. It took longer than usual to answer: "Yes, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu nodded.

Lecter was still looking at Stark’s bandaged hand, and suddenly said, "Mr. Stark, if you are willing to talk to Dr. Strange, you might hear a guard think you have been The fantasy that plants are severely wounded."

Zhang Dianyu looked up with some caution: "You can leave now, Lecter-besides, everyone in the prison knows that it's not a fantasy, it's a real cactus."

If it wasn't for fear that the cactus would be removed and become a murder weapon, he would like to ask Lecter to try this pot of cactus now. The result must be pleasant to see.

Lecter smiled and gave Stark a meaningful look: "Mr. Warden makes sense."

Stark paused slightly, frowning involuntarily.

Lecter did not answer, and after leaving the office, he took the Warren guard and walked out of the office.

When the two were walking side by side in the empty corridor, he suddenly said: "In addition to planting trees, you can also learn cooking with me. Isn't that good?"

Warren nodded mechanically, a dazed expression appeared on his expressionless face.

In the office, long after Lecter left, Zhang Dianyu ate his French omelet boredly, and suddenly heard Stark say: "So, is that really a pot of cactus?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

I haven't asked Lecter for psychological counseling. Stark started to suspect that he saw such a big and green pot of cactus.

He didn't intend to answer, and wiped the corners of his mouth with his handkerchief expressionlessly. When he saw Stark's horrified eyes, he felt something was wrong-it was the handkerchief that had just wiped the cactus, not his napkin.

Zhang Dianyu was lost in thought looking at the dots of blood on it.

It is estimated that his illness is unclear.

Zhang Dianyu dropped his handkerchief, decided to watch his nose, nose and heart, and shifted his attention to the map.

Last night, after the mutant children imprisoned by Hydra gradually awakened, they were taken to the gate of the opposite plot by guards, and stood tremblingly in the night breeze.The guard tower in the distance is looming under the dark blue sky, and snipers watching the road and the field can be vaguely observed above.

They dare not move.

Until the last prisoner was brought to the door, I finally saw the children dressed as adults in a prisoner's excitement, and there was a rustling speech in the middle.

Someone plucked up the courage and said, "Sir--"

"Quiet!" Magneto interrupted him mercilessly, "All follow me in."

The child who had made the noise quickly fell silent, and the scene was silent for a moment.Magneto glanced at the guard tower from a distance, with a touch of contempt in his eyes, and took the lead into the prison gate.

There is a small white building standing in the middle of the sparse woods, and it seems that it can't accommodate a few people.In the distance, a figure digging a hole can be seen faintly, digging down silently, without making a sound.

Seeing this situation, the mutant teenagers who were originally unruly and rebellious shuddered and gathered together in silence.

Until Magneto couldn't bear it: "Stay away from me—keep your distance!"

Unexpectedly, when they walked into that small building, they found that it was really a dormitory-although it was a bit crowded, it was well-stocked, and there were even showers and desks, and a small room that couldn’t be longer. The small library.

After cautiously testing and discovering that he had no objection, the children rushed to the bed with a cheer and occupied a space of their own.

Magneto watched the suddenly cheerful atmosphere indifferently, with no expression on his face.

That night passed.

Zhang Dianyu also took a peek at the map from time to time to ensure that no large-scale incident would happen on the first day.

But the dormitory of the correctional center was extremely quiet this night, and even the mutant children did not talk too much, and soon fell asleep.

Zhang Dianyu checked their status one by one-unexpectedly, their satisfaction was much higher than that of prisoners, and their needs were mostly blank.

He was lost in thought, shouldn't these children be fooled by Hydra?

But he was busy with the question of his "how to die", and he didn't have time to worry too much about it for the time being.

It wasn't until this morning, after Stark's visit and Lecter's unkind inducement, that he finally got some time. While waiting for the interviewer to arrive, he reopened the map and checked the correction center opposite.

Magneto's head is blowing an angry bubble fried egg.