Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu paused, opened his mouth slightly, and closed it again.

"why?"

He remembered that he was just one of many "samples" for the bill.The bill will worry about his safety simply because he is now the only "usable" sample.

The bill is serious: "This is really difficult to answer, and I am also looking for answers to the questions."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

The touch that he had finally brewed disappeared once again with the speech of the bill.

But since he couldn't steal clothes, he gave up the idea and directly ordered the bill: "Help me see the route, I need to leave the blind spot of surveillance."

"Are you not going to change clothes?" Bill asked, tilting his head.

"?" Zhang Dianyu rolled his eyes: "You said I can't take that cleaner's uniform, how do I change it?"

"This is the psychiatric area of ​​the hospital," the bill said while looking at him, "you can take off your clothes to better integrate into the environment."

There are more question marks on Zhang Dianyu's face.

He raised his hand and clamped the bill directly under his arm, thinking about taking off his coat and covering it on the bill's head, and tied a tie around his neck.

"I think," the voice of the bill came through the clothes, and it seemed a little vague. "If you do this, even if I point out all the surveillance blind spots for you, you will be discovered."

Zhang Dianyu looked at the big brown rice dumpling he tied with a red tie and fell into thought.

He can only untie the bill and warn him: "Don't attract the attention of other people on the road, otherwise I will tear up the vote."

Bill looked at him in silence.

"Well, it's a bit cold." Zhang Dianyu shrugged, "All in all, let's try."

Although he felt that even with the guarantee of the bill, it would be magical that he could get out of the hospital under the watch of Iron Man.

But this is how magical things happen.

Zhang Dianyu safely arrived at the thrift store not far from the hospital and bought a new casual outfit from it.Then the bill told him that he could buy an old car in the store.

He couldn't help playing a question mark slowly.

"This is a thrift store, yes," Zhang Dianyu stood behind a row of shelves, trying to be patient. "But the thrift store doesn't have used cars."

"Uh, sir?" The clerk seemed to hear his low voice and poked his head out.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He smiled stiffly, and rubbed the head of the black-haired boy next to him vigorously: "You are offended. This child is... over there." He gestured to the psychiatric department of the hospital.

The clerk scratched his head: "But if you want to buy an old car, I don't think there is no way."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Bill looked up at him.

Zhang Dianyu smiled and pressed the boy's head down.Bill raised his head stubbornly and pulled the corner of Zhang Dianyu's clothes, looking like he had something to say.Zhang Dianyu could only smile apologetically to the clerk, squatted down and let the bill close to his ears.

"If you pay by credit card, Stark will receive news soon."

Zhang Dianyu looked at the bill: "Then you still...?"

"But it only takes dozens of minutes to get home from here. When he finds out the clerk, we are already there." The bill looked quite confident, "I think I should let you know."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." What else can he do? He has already used a credit card to buy clothes.

The clerk grinned, and suddenly asked: "Sir, if your suit is no longer needed, I can also recycle it here-can you ask which master it is from?"

Zhang Dianyu's eyes lit up, but the bill rushed ahead of him and replied seriously: "No, he doesn't sell it."

Thinking of the row of suits of the same standard in the cabinet, Zhang Dianyu stared at the bill.But the boy's expression was very determined, and he could not snatch the clothes back in front of the clerk.

The clerk did not continue to ask questions in this regard, but picked up the mobile phone to make a call, and then wrote an address on the post-it and handed it to Zhang Dianyu.

"This is my old buddy's shop, responsible for selling used cars."

After thanking Zhang Dianyu, he took the address and went out. The location above seemed not too far away.With luck, he could indeed reach his destination without getting Stark's attention.

But this position always feels a bit familiar.

It was not until Zhang Dianyu, with the help of the bill, spent ten minutes to reach the address on the post-it note, he couldn't help falling into silence.

This is the convenience store near the cemetery he had visited. He also bought a shovel here to dig Sykestone's grave.

Zhang Dianyu glared at the bill and met the boy's innocent blue eyes.

If Stark were to find out his whereabouts at this time, I'm afraid he would have thought that he had come to dig Sykestone's tomb again-this was not appropriate, he had just cleared his mental illness.

But now, he has to bite the bullet and do so, otherwise he won't be able to rush back to prison in time.

Zhang Dianyu opened the door of the convenience store.

The clerk seemed to have a good memory. After seeing him, he was slightly taken aback, and then nodded at him with a smile on his face.

Zhang Dianyu did not walk to the shelf, but walked directly in front of the clerk, hesitatingly asked: "I heard that used cars are sold here?"

The clerk's eyes lit up.

"Are you the recommended guest? Yes, this shop does sell second-hand cars."

Several question marks rose on Zhang Dianyu's head.

He suspects that he is being scammed by the bill, maybe he has been in jail by calling an Uber now-of course it is more likely to be found directly by Stark.

But to buy an old car?is it possible?Shouldn't he go through the procedures for the license plate, maybe Stark will be waiting at the door in a hurry when these are done?

The clerk looked at his expression.

"Oh, I still remember you." His smile looked a little secretive, "Are you back to work again?"

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

"Don't worry, all the old cars in my hand have all the certificates." The clerk gave a slight pause, "If you need to apply for certificates again, you will have to increase the price."

Zhang Dianyu: "???"

The bill pulled the corner of his clothes.Zhang Dianyu reacted and said straightforwardly: "I need to be able to drive now."

The clerk nodded cheerfully.

He took Zhang Dianyu to a car repair shop in the back and finalized the deal in person, which only took ten minutes in total.The fake license is still flexible and can be changed temporarily.

Zhang Dianyu was full of doubts about life when he started on the road.He looked at the bill sitting in the co-pilot and asked incredulously, "Isn't this a crime?"

"This is considered an improper way of law enforcement and cannot be used as evidence, but you can report it to the police." The bill turned his face and said seriously, "In this way, part of the jailbreak industry chain next to the prison is also eliminated, which can be regarded as a win-win ."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Although the act of the bill was damned confusing, it actually did him a small favor.It would be a good thing if the jailbreak rate can be reduced accordingly.

But - "Wait," Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment, "Is the escape into an industrial chain?"

"No." Bill shook his head, "Only in your prison."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"And when Stark finds the clerk and asks the artificial intelligence to search for the car on the satellite map, you are in jail," the bill said.

Zhang Dianyu was speechless.He drove the warden intently, hoping not to lose control of a car accident-otherwise things would be really messed up.

But at this moment, the office door was knocked again.

Banner pushed in. "Miss Rita, this is the address of the plot to be developed into a prison and the surrounding environment report. You can go through it first."

Zhang Dianyu was focusing on driving remotely. He looked up in shock and asked, "What address?" Shouldn't the new land he bought be next to the prison?

According to the "game" experience, the prison can continue to expand by buying the surrounding land, so theoretically the new land should be right next to it.

Banner glanced at Rita hesitantly and put the papers in his hands on the desk.

"It's part of Alcatraz Island in San Francisco Bay. I read the contents of the document. It seems that it mainly includes a prisoner's dormitory and surrounding facilities." He paused, and added, "But it's all in disrepair. "

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Alcatraz is a name that often appears in movies and television, thanks to its eerie prison legend.It used to be a prison for serious prisoners, until it was abolished due to funding problems, and now it has become a famous tourist attraction.

"Wait, what does'part' mean?" Zhang Dianyu grasped the point sharply.

"It means that other parts will still be open to the public, and the ticket price will be cut in half." Banner replied.

"...?" Zhang Dianyu slowly typed a question mark: "What are you talking about? One side is confined to the vicious felon, the other side is open to tourists to visit? What if something goes wrong?"

Banner was silent for a moment: "According to the contract, you need to pay three times the compensation, one for the compensation of the family members, one for the repair of the facilities, and one for the compensation to the federal government."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

This is fishing law enforcement.

Banner also seemed to feel very wrong: "Miss Rita, although this matter has been approved by the warden, it seems that we should think about it again-when the warden returns, maybe we can invite Mr. Stark And Mr. Wayne and the others to help make some reference? They have some experience in setting up public facilities to house criminals in their own city, and may make some suggestions."

Zhang Dianyu refused without even thinking about it: "No need-but the warden will be back soon."

Banner was a little puzzled: "How do you know?"

"Oh, I got a call from the warden." Zhang Dianyu babbled nonchalantly. "He was very worried about the construction of the prison outside, so he ended his vacation early and he will be back in half an hour."

In fact, he will be there in less than half an hour.

Before Banner left, Zhang Dianyu stopped him again: "According to an anonymous report, there may be a den of the jailbreak industry chain nearby. You can bring this address to report to the local police."

He copied down the address on the post-it note and handed it to Banner.

Twenty minutes later, when the warden's second-hand broken car finally steadily stopped at the prison gate, Stark and the police also arrived at the convenience store he had visited.

Neil Arnold, the manager and sole clerk of the convenience store, raised his hands under the double pressure of the palm cannon and the muzzle.

"...Is this phishing law enforcement?"