Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu watched with satisfaction the guards found a lot of hidden contraband from the prisoners.

These prisoners were dejected and escorted to the wall, standing in a row facing the wall, with their hands handcuffed one by one behind their backs.The remaining prisoners were thankful that they had not been spotted by the guards, and they all sat on the bench honestly and did not dare to act rashly.

Zhang Dianyu happened to walk to the trash can and glanced inside, his face suddenly gloomy.

But his mood cannot be reflected in Rita's face.

The acting warden's eyes turned around in the dining room, and suddenly asked, "Are so many people feel that the food is not to their appetite?"

No one dared to answer.

"I understand." Zhang Dianyu said with a smile, "but in order to avoid unnecessary waste, starting from this evening-if the leftovers in this trash can are full, then everyone will have kale to eat the next day."

The prisoners were still silent, only a few people realized what kind of future this meant.

In order to avoid sitting even the next day, the "right to pour leftovers" in prison may also become a symbol of strength from now on.

The guards were already escorting the prisoners one after another to confinement. Zhang Dianyu turned his eyes around the rest of the trembling prisoners. Suddenly he clicked on a few more people and turned to the guards and said, "Search. "

The prisoners raised their heads in astonishment, racking their brains to remember where they were exposed.

Their eyes finally fell on Rita's whip.

To be honest, no one has discovered how she took out the whip—as if suddenly, it appeared in her hand, and the mottled dark red could not help but evoke terrifying associations.

Most of the prisoners originally thought that the acting warden was going to pick a few unlucky ghosts to lynch tonight, but now they realized that she wanted to prove that all their little actions were invisible in front of her?

The selected prisoners desperately put their hands behind their heads, and let the guards find their hidden contraband.

Zhang Dianyu watched the guards put into the private collections labeled in different bags, and he had expected such a result. According to the previous thorough searches, almost everyone in the prison had a mobile phone. There was no contraband. ?

If it were not for the number of people to fill the confinement room, no one would have to go back to the cell today.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the few lucky ones left, glanced at the food left in the catering bucket, and said casually: "It looks like these are going to be dumped."

The faces of several prisoners who were secretly rejoicing that they had escaped were all green in an instant.

Halfway through the meal, it was interrupted by the sudden arrival of the acting warden-that is to say, there is still a lot of food left in the catering barrel before it can be taken away, and only a few of them may have to eat Enter the infirmary.

Zhang Dianyu also thought of this. He stared at the remaining prisoners and strongly hinted, hoping that they would not squeeze the food to the point that they would be carried into the infirmary to take up the spot for treatment needles.

"But don't force yourself too much, no one wants to get hurt, right?"

The remaining prisoners shuddered at the whip in Rita's hand.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the prisoner and felt that Rita's fear halo was really useful-I hope this halo can be inherited when this character has to be abandoned.

But he imagined standing next to the toilet with a whip and slaughtering the Quartet-he thought it was forgotten.

If this is the case, his mental illness will never be clear.

Zhang Dianyu returned to the office, and when he passed Banner, he had lost interest in staring at the other person to see the effect of the halo, but Banner suddenly spoke to him.

"Miss Rita...I know I'm just the warden's personal assistant, and I shouldn't point fingers at the issue of prison management," Banner couldn't help but said, "but as an old friend of the warden, you should have known. He doesn't like to abuse prisoners as rumored."

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but glance at Banner.

In fact, he really didn't dare to say this-after all, when he originally thought that the clown and the ogre were data people, he had also forced these two to go on a hunger strike.

He once sealed the clown in a morgue with cement.But although this will cause psychological trauma to ordinary people, I am afraid that it can't touch the nerves of the clown, so forget it.

In any case, he felt that Banner's filter for him seemed a bit thick.

Banner also seemed to feel Rita's disapproving look.He paused slightly and apologized to Rita, "I'm sorry, Miss Rita, I didn't mean to compare you."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Banner, but he was actually quite moved-after all, Banner was trying to maintain his prison.Although Rita is himself, Banner obviously cannot know this.

"I understand what you mean, Doctor." Zhang Dianyu said to Banner, "As I said, Mr. Warden will not leave for too long-you don't have to worry about this."

He couldn't stand it if he had to leave for too long.

Moving bricks for half a day, working overtime at night to deal with prison affairs-if things go on like this, he will become the second Mr. Fergus.

When it comes to Fergus, he has to mention his body.Since Zhang Dianyu is not in prison at this time, Banner thinks that Fergus should be left in the morgue, waiting for Mr. Warden to come back to see him for the last time.

This is something that "Rita" cannot intervene, otherwise Zhang Dianyu would have sent Mr. Fergus to the hearse.

But since Banner insisted, he did not object.Anyway, he had attended the funeral of Sycostone, and he had kissed Fergus on the forehead. He had become more proficient in saying goodbye to himself.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Banner: "Perhaps the prisoners have forgotten that they used to eat spinach in the prison. It is time for them to remember."

Banner was taken aback for a moment.

He had heard about it, but he didn't know the whole story, because he was not in prison at that time.He heard about it from prisoners while eating. This incident has become a distant nightmare among prisoners. From time to time, old prisoners are thinking about the smoked sausages, recounting those things that only spinach could eat. day.

But he didn't expect that Rita thought so.

Banner opened his mouth. He was about to apologize for having guessed Miss Rita for no reason. Zhang Dianyu interrupted him immediately.

"No need to say more, I understand, thank you, doctor."

Banner was stunned. He saw Miss Rita smile at him, then turned around and returned to his office without hesitation, giving him almost no time to react.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression somewhat complicated.

Zhang Dianyu, who finally returned to the office, breathed a sigh of relief.Even though he was a "prisoner" and claimed that he was only doing hard labor, Banner still involuntarily developed a sense of responsibility to the prison.

He felt it was time to wait for him to come back and talk to Banner.

Banner cannot stay in jail forever, and escape is not the solution.He had long discovered that Stark was trying to recruit Banner to join the Avengers, and this was indeed Banner - or Hulk's true belonging.

If the emergence of the prison will make the world lose an invincible Hulk, then the bill must be something wrong.

Zhang Dianyu closed the green employee door, returned to his sofa and chair, opened the map and prepared to appreciate his achievements.

In the dim confinement area, every small confinement room was packed with prisoners.All kinds of demand and status bubbles were on their heads, but they were all ignored by Zhang Dianyu.

It seems that no one is planning to make trouble.Zhang Dianyu set up two more guards with guns nearby. The prisoners who were taken into the confinement room would pass by the place they patrolled, and it was easy to understand that the troubles here resulted in death on the spot.

In addition, Zhang Dianyu found a problem.

He originally clicked the prisoners to search according to the total number of confinement rooms indicated in the upper right corner of the prison, but he ignored the confinement rooms under several cemeteries that had been built before.

So after the confinement area was full, several prisoners were taken to the cemetery.

There was even a cowardly prisoner who was scared on the spot with an orange mental state bar on his head-which meant he became mentally ill.

Zhang Dianyu was heartbroken.

I knew he would never send them here.

Zhang Dianyu stood up, planning to go to the cemetery confinement room to take a look.He intends to test whether Rita's fear halo is effective for these prisoners, and can force them to enter the cemetery confinement room without frightening schizophrenia.

After all, when I was in the dining room just now, although all the prisoners were affected by Rita's halo, they didn't even dare to breathe, but no one was insane because of it.

Zhang Dianyu felt that he had explored the correct use of this fear halo.

The sky was completely dark at this time.

The cemetery was built on the opposite side of the main prison, that is, the sparse woods, and the secret mutant juvenile delinquent center behind it.

Although it is not time to go to bed yet, the super-powered juvenile delinquents held in the correctional center are not allowed to go out to ensure that their identities are not leaked.Magneto, as the only informal employee, can come out to take out the garbage at this time.

In fact, Zhang Dianyu found that his frequency of taking out the trash was getting higher and higher.

Magneto, who came out of the little white house with two big black garbage bags, was in a very bad mood, but sitting in the garbage for a while, it would gradually reduce a few irritability plus signs, and then walked back with a gloomy look. Correctional Center.

At the beginning, Zhang Dianyu even recorded a note on his archives of "have a special habit of trash dumps".But gradually, he finally understood the reason-maybe Magneto was experiencing the happy daily life of his old friend Professor X, so that he had to come out to catch his breath.

And it also coincided with the time that Magneto was walking to the gate irritably carrying the garbage dump.

The new acting warden stood in the dim woods, with long black hair completely melted into the night, only the whip in his hand was illuminated by the pale moonlight, reflecting a suspicious dark red.

Some prisoners were pressed to the ground by guards, and there was a vague cry for mercy.

"Let him shut up."

He heard an indifferent female voice in the woods.

The next second, the figure was struggling to be thrown into the grave by the guards, and there seemed to be someone next to him holding a shovel to fill in.

The crying became weaker and weaker.

After a while, the guard seemed to have finished his job, and under the moonlight he saluted the acting warden mechanically: "Miss Rita, there is one prisoner left."

The emotionless voice of the acting warden sounded a little impatient.

"Don't bury it, let me try this whip again."