Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

"But Extremis virus is illegal, and currently only Stark still keeps some samples in his laboratory." The bill added.

Zhang Dianyu discovered the key point-"Illegal".

"..." He looked at the bill fiercely: "When can you teach me the key points first?"

"Don't worry, Stark also has the technology to upload brain signals." The bill said to himself, "His armor can be controlled in this way."

Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment: "...how much is the technology and equipment you mentioned?"

The bill is silent.

Two people, one large and one small, sat side by side in silence on the edge of the bed.

Opposite the prison, at this time Banner also used a cart to send the new prison uniform to the gate of the secret mutant juvenile delinquent center—he could not enter it.

The person in the prison uniform that came out was the Red Skull.

"What are you looking at?" he asked blankly.

Banner: "..." What interest can he have in a skeleton monster that has failed to transform?He is already a monster himself.

Red Skull didn't want to go out streaking in broad daylight, but he was in charge of the laundry room and had to come out to receive prison uniforms.

He took the trolley, turned and walked in the door, and saw two people standing opposite.

"I don't want to fight now." Red Skull said coldly.

The corners of Magneto's mouth twitched: "I'm not here to fight either."

The frank meeting outside the bathroom obviously made anyone lose interest in hands-on and quarreling.

Lecter watched the reactions of the two people, seemingly interested.

"But the crux of the problem is... why does the present thing happen?" he asked suddenly.

Red Skull threw a set of prison uniforms on him and walked over without squinting.Lecter smiled slightly, anyway, his goal had been achieved.

In the office, Zhang Dianyu, who had been silent for a long time, sighed deeply.

Bill looked up at him from the side: "Why don't you go to Stark for help? In theory, he is your grandfather and will do you this favor-he helped you a lot."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." He didn't know whether he should complain or reason first.

In the end he decided to shut up.

"So, what to do with fear?" Zhang Dianyu changed the subject and asked about the bill.

The bill thought for a while: "Although this proves that you have fear, it does not seem to affect you much. Many people lose their minds because of fear, attack others, or cause harm to themselves..."

"Did you not hear what Banner said?" Zhang Dianyu's face was incredulous, "Everyone's clothes are gone!"

The bill paused for a while, looking at Zhang Dianyu's face, he thought for a moment and replied: "So-this is what I just said, no one was hurt?"

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

"Trust me, running naked in the public arena is extremely traumatic for most people."

Don't ask him why he knew-at least he hadn't been stripped completely at the time.

The bill's eyes were full of incomprehension.

Zhang Dianyu sighed.He thought about it carefully. At that time, he was forced to use his skills to try to escape because he was in a nightmare and wanted to escape the hunt of false guards.

If it is an illusion of fear in the real world, it should be at most some imagination such as a fiscal deficit, and there should be no disappearance of all prisoners’ clothes.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment. In order to deal with the scarecrow, he decided to install a toilet in his office.

Banner was stunned when he walked in.

He saw the engineering team coming into the office with the toilet from outside. He chased after him to tell the workers that they had gone the wrong way. If the toilet was to be changed, the toilet was on the other side.

However, after pushing the door in, what he saw was the craftsman who put down the toilet and walked out beside him blankly.

Banner was full of question marks.

He watched as a toilet appeared next to the cactus in the warden's office. He stopped talking for a while, and finally said: "Mr. Warden, you have an interview tomorrow..." Turn around and leave when I reach the toilet.

He talked to Doctor Strange several times, and the other party always thought that a truly professional psychiatrist was really needed here.

When he said this, he was scooping fish soup in Banner's bowl.

Dr. Banner couldn't help being a little moved.

He had known Strange's true identity a long time ago-as a supreme mage, he just had to do two jobs undercover, and now the warden has even arranged such a task.

Compared to his job of teaching prisoners to practice yoga, this looks worse.Especially when those big guys with bald tattoos and fierce faces stared at Strange with murderous gazes, believing that his hands were shaking on purpose.

On several occasions, Banner deliberately sat near the serving table and did not leave until the end of the meal time, in order to be able to help Strange at a critical moment.

However, as the only psychiatrist in the prison, Strange still has a certain status at least, so that the prisoners just dare not speak.

If the warden finds a real psychiatrist, will it be dangerous for Strange to eat in the cafeteria?

Banner was a little worried.

Closer to home, Banner looked at the toilet in the office with a mixed mood.

Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment—he couldn't make up an explanation.

He wanted to say that it was to divide an area in the office as a cell, where he could persuade the stubborn prisoners in person—but he thought about Sykstone and decided to shut up.

It's awesome.

Zhang Dianyu, who has been struggling with the murdered rumors, knows nothing better.

But Banner hadn't given up yet, he slowly looked at Zhang Dianyu: "...Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu looked at Banner with a serious look for a moment.

The other party did not retreat because of the difficulties, so he could only make up a reason casually: "This is...the question for the interviewer tomorrow."

Banner: "?"

Zhang Dianyu saw the big question mark on Banner's face, but he actually wanted to make a question mark himself.

After hesitating for a while, Banner finally gave up and left the warden's office.

Zhang Dianyu stared at the toilet and couldn't let go—what would he ask the Scarecrow about the toilet tomorrow?How can we pull up psychological, mental disorders, and criminal behavior?

While racking his brains, he opened the game panel easily. Rita and Wilson should have been on Alcatraz by this time.

According to his "nightmare" and what he said about the bill, he now has a new idea about this place-if the other half of Alcatraz needs to be opened to the outside world, then it is obviously not suitable for holding super criminals and prisoners..

——Unless they are sleeping.

Zhang Dianyu thought of "The Matrix" and the brain in the tank—of course, he couldn't dig out all the prisoners' brains and soak them in the nutrient solution, which obviously did not conform to the humanitarian spirit.

And the technology is not enough.

But the bill has already stated that prisoners can also enter the so-called "sandbox"-their bodies are not harmed, and their brains are not forced to sleep.Even because the Extremis virus is currently illegal, they will not be forced to inject drugs.

From any point of view, this does not violate the sacred human rights, it is simply perfect.

The bill also confirmed that collecting brain signals to restore the real touch in the sandbox-this is the technology Stark is currently using.

In other words, everything is ready now that only money is needed.

Zhang Dianyu doubts whether Stark is willing to surrender this kind of technology—for inventors and control freaks like him, this kind of sophisticated technology cannot be allowed to escape.

The greater possibility is cooperation.

——But they are now forced to cooperate anyway.

Zhang Dianyu can even see from the map that the employees on Alcatraz have the logo of Stark Industries on their uniforms-all day today, their job is to deal with angry tourists.

Zhang Dianyu, with a cooperative mood, decided to let Rita try it out.

Because Stark was standing not far from the barbed wire, looking in the direction of the prison, there was a rare mess of lines on the bubbles rising above his head.

This seems to mean irritability.

It's not that Zhang Dianyu didn't want to ask him in person—he was still carrying the bill's pot here and didn't know how to explain it to Stark.

Stark also saw the gaze looking over through the barbed wire.