Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Before Zhang Dianyu had time to think about this sentence, Stark suddenly jumped from the sand.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Dianyu looked solemn.

Stark: "It's a bit hot."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." Isn't this nonsense?

But what matters right now is to find other people-including Stark from another universe who is full of calculations.Strange and the bill still don't know what he's doing, and don't know if there will be any danger.

Although that Stark didn't tell the truth, he didn't seem to do anything bad.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it a little bit-anyone who is suddenly drawn into another world, or even the spiritual world, will always feel a little wary.From this perspective, it seems that Stark's behavior is not difficult to understand.

But in fact, these are not the key points.

The other world also needs its Iron Man.

Although the bill brought another Stark to this sandbox for 10,000 reasons, according to what it said before, the other universe was also in chaos at this time.Norman Osborne broke his trust in the world. The life or death of former S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Tony Stark is unknown. Captain America took a group of trusted followers into the underground operation.

It can be said that the other universe needs its own heroes more than ever.

And Zhang Dianyu also needs the bill to come back immediately-to clean up its mess.

In the next second, he almost felt that the world had begun to change according to his mind, because he saw Strange and two other people standing in front of him, and the look of Stark beside him became serious.

Zhang Dianyu did not dare to recognize it for a while.

After all, he couldn't tell if the black-haired boy in front of him was a bill.But he noticed a difference. The black-haired boy seemed to be a little longer and taller than before.

In Zhang Dianyu's suspicious eyes, the other party used his voice to help him determine his identity.

"The progress is as expected, we can go back."

Zhang Dianyu: "?" The current progress is like a dream. Where is it?

The black-haired boy walked up to him automatically, with a serious expression.

Maybe Zhang Dianyu's gaze was too bewildering. Another black-haired man standing next to Strange coughed and extended his right hand to him.

"Sorry."

Obviously, this is the real Stark from another universe-and he also understands that Zhang Dianyu now knows that he has been lying.

But Strange frowned slightly.

"I think you seem to be agreeing on a secret I don't know."

Zhang Dianyu felt very innocent.

"It's a bit complicated, but it's quite simple to say." Stark next to him said concisely, "All in all, our'Mr. T'not only has no memory loss, but also knows everything, and even keeps playing with us."

The other Stark looked disapprovingly, and then glanced at Strange.

Zhang Dianyu felt sparks from friction in the air.

On the surface, these two people are standing in the endless desert, as if they are almost invisible.But in fact, almost all have the ability to destroy the world, Zhang Dianyu quickly prevented them from looking at each other.

"If there is nothing wrong, I think there is still a dead body under my desk that needs to be processed."

The two tit-for-tat men stiffened their necks and slowly turned to Zhang Dianyu.

The bill interjected in due course: "Indeed. Although I am not there, I can be sure that it is true."

"..." Stark next to him said slowly, "Mr. Warden..."

Zhang Dianyu turned his head and looked at him solemnly.

Stark: "--You really need to pay attention to your words." It has been a few months for the old genius to know what kind of life he is living-why every word of the warden can change people's thinking Biased.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at him solemnly, then nodded.

Stark was very uncertain whether Mr. Warden understood what he meant.

However, due to this small episode, the tension between Strange and the other Stark has also eased a bit-although Zhang Dianyu is very curious about what happened between them.

In theory, they just stayed together for a few hours. Why do they seem to be disgusted with each other now?

After the two parties said goodbye briefly and parted ways, Stark next to him tried to explain the principle to him: "It's like two male orangutans must fight for dominance in the race..."

Strange glanced at him coldly.

Stark shrugged and closed his mouth.

When the few people finally returned to reality, Zhang Dianyu found that the time had almost passed all night.The sky was faintly pale, and the candle rings on the ground were about to burn out.

Bill lay on the ground and opened his eyes, as did Strange, who was kneeling on top of his head.

Zhang Dianyu took off the hand that was on Strange's shoulder, and then he realized that something was wrong-he seemed to be wearing a strange iron ring on his head.

He thought for a while, maybe this is what Stark said, the brain connection device of virtual reality technology?

"Oh, this is the gadget that helped me find you and-that undressed Strange." Stark shrugged when he saw Zhang Dianyu reach out to touch the object on his head.

Strange's face changed slightly as he heard this sentence.

Zhang Dianyu decided to change the subject.

He looked at the device like the translucent glasses that Stark was wearing, and asked with some confusion: "Since this device connects your brain to the virtual world where the sandbox is located, why does the device on my head look Going up is more complicated?"

"Because you are equivalent to a relay device here," Stark said, "otherwise you think I found a virtual world that doesn't know where it exists in the universe? I don't even know whether that thing really exists-of course , This is just an analogy. I’ve been there and I know it exists. But I need an exact position-and I heard that the Supreme Mage will bury the man with a ring on his head in the back garden of the Holy of Holies ."

"This is not true." Strange said solemnly. "There is no back garden in the Holy of Holies."

"This is also an analogy." Stark said.

Chen Xi slowly pierced through the clouds in the voice of the two of them, and easily covered the brilliance of the candle on the ground.I have to say that as an island, the sunrise here is exceptionally beautiful.

A little bit of voice has been heard in the distance-the scenic staff who lives here are starting to get up.

Zhang Dianyu also wanted to go back and study Miss Rita's body.

Strange also said goodbye.The Supreme Master, who abide by the schedule, now has three divisions of work. In addition to the prison psychiatrist, he has to go to the cafeteria to work during the breakfast time after the prisoners get up and wash.

Zhang Dianyu wanted to say something but stopped. He wanted to say that he didn't need to be so serious, but he couldn't speak to the cold and serious eyes of the Supreme Master.

Under the complicated eyes of Zhang Dianyu and Stark, Strange opened the portal and left.

Zhang Dianyu turned around and met Stark's gaze.

"——Would you like to follow me to see the new equipment?"

"——Would you like to help me study Miss Rita's body?"

The two spoke in the same place, and then there was a moment of silence.

"Mr. Warden..." Stark said with some difficulty, and didn't know how to continue.Sure enough, the warden did not understand what he meant—he felt that he could give up, at least in the eyes of outsiders, there was a mysterious and awesome behind the unreasonable behavior of the warden.

The two looked at each other again, and Zhang Dianyu said, "Let's go and check the equipment you mentioned first."

Stark hesitated: "But there are dead bodies in your office..." This is misleading. Sam Wilson is still undercover.

"Don't worry." Zhang Dianyu replied, "The corpse won't rot and give off a peculiar smell, it just-simply died."

Stark: "..." He didn't even know where to start.

In the end he decided not to talk, and instead took the warden to the laboratory he had converted from a prisoner factory.

This small building is adjacent to the sea to the north and was originally a place for prisoners to work in prison.

This famous Alcatraz prison was once a nightmare for criminals.It is surrounded by the sea, and no one can escape from life—although there have been three exceptions.A strict management system is implemented in the prisons on the island. At one time, prisoners were prohibited from talking during their sentences, driving countless notorious criminals crazy.

When Zhang Dianyu took over the prison, he admired the feats of his predecessors. After going through all the materials that could be read in the prison, he found that...the times have changed.

Strictly calculated, the prison in this game can receive a ticket from the prison administration and is soft-but obviously the federal government is also quite a headache for super criminals, as long as they can be locked up, other things can not be held accountable.

After all, there are people who escape from prison in Arkham next door and have not been forcibly banned.

Zhang Dianyu followed Stark into the small factory.

There is also a smell of poor-quality paint and moldy wood, as if suddenly bringing people back to that era.

Stark didn't care much about it, and raised his hand to indicate the laboratory equipment temporarily set up on the second floor.

Zhang Dianyu walked up the creaking iron stairs and saw a chair in the center. There was a tray on the top of his head, on which was placed a pair of glasses exactly the same as that worn by Stark.And the cabinet next to it was filled with equipment, shining one after another.

Stark pointed to the cabinet: "This is your role just now—connecting us to the server."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Just kidding." Stark shrugged. "It's such a simple thing, and the cost has been reduced to the lowest by me-but it still seems a bit troublesome."

Zhang Dianyu immediately understood what the trouble was.

Even such a simplified version of the equipment, the cost is close to the simple helicopter in his prison.It would be easier if Stark could directly sponsor these equipment-the problem is that he can't.

Zhang Dianyu was silent.

Stark sighed and scratched his hair: "This thing is more difficult than making something."

After all, the cost of his Iron Man armor is about 4 billion U.S. dollars. To reduce the cost of brain connection equipment to hundreds of thousands of units, he has considered the current magical situation and made the greatest effort.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Zhang Dianyu nodded briefly.

"I will think of a way."

When he was about to leave the small factory, Stark's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Mr. Warden, thank you."

Zhang Dianyu turned his head, with a little doubt in his expression.

Stark looked from a distance: "I mean, you could have not done this."

Even though he is a "prison agent" created by the bill and the world, he is not controlled by anyone from the moment he becomes himself.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while and shook his head.

He had to-although the bill did not say whether he could resign, it said that when the prison’s fiscal deficit lasted more than one-third, he would “die”.

Zhang Dianyu was a little at a loss.

Not long ago, the bill tested whether he had fear, but what does death mean to him?

Without the position of warden, he will not disappear completely.According to the bill, he will become a prisoner and a nasty pixel villain.

Then he lived his life.

——Of course, suppose he can survive the dangerous environment of prison.

Considering that more and more prisoners are applying for parole under the persistent reform and education program, maybe this is not bad.

Zhang Dianyu returned to the small office next to the Alcatraz prison cell.

Miss Rita's body was still under the desk, and I couldn't see what was inside when I looked through the door.

Zhang Dianyu turned around to lock the door, but didn't know when the lock broke.He thought for a moment and decided to leave it alone.

Anyway, few people will come here right now-as for the workers in the pixel engineering team, it doesn't matter if they see it.

Zhang Dianyu closed the door and walked behind the desk.

Miss Rita's body was curled up under the desk, and it took him a little effort to lift the person back to the desk.The long black hair of the corpse dangled smoothly from the edge of the table—the same goes for the neck.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He straightened Miss Rita's neck and started a new round of trials.

Sam Wilson at the door silently retracted his knocking hand.

In theory, this prison has not been put into use, so there are no prison guards.A few days ago, some tourists tried to cross the wall and come in to take pictures, but this phenomenon was gradually eliminated after being taken to the security room by the staff of S.H.I.

After the captain left in the middle of the night yesterday, Wilson heard from him the death of Miss Rita, the acting warden.

He felt a little self-blame for this.

If he followed up last night, maybe things would not develop like this.

Accompanied by the Ruoruuowu scream of the Shark King in the night, he struggled through the night.

The office light was on all night, but the door was not closed, and Wilson did not bother the warden's grief.But the captain said that there were two murderers who killed Miss Rita, and the other Harley Quinn was never seen.

Wilson was a little worried, and hoped that the warden did not do anything irreparable under his grief.

He decided to go to the office to take a look.

The dilapidated door was slightly hidden, as if someone had just come out of it.Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately became nervous again-the door was opened, and it is possible that the warden came out of grief and returned to the real world, and walked out of the room to take a breath.

——It is also possible to solve Quinn’s problem?

Wilson quickened his pace.

From the crack of the door, you can see the figure of the black-haired youth with his back facing the door, and there seems to be a corpse on the table?

Considering that the relationship between the two of them didn't seem to be very good last night, but they were separated forever, Wilson, who had experienced the battlefield, felt a little breathless.

In the next second, he saw Mr. Warden leaning over slightly, turning his head to listen to the heartbeat of the corpse.

Wilson: "..."

Immediately afterwards, the warden held out his hand and opened the eyelids of the corpse to observe for a long time, and then sighed. The voice did not sound very sad, but it was full of helplessness.

"There is no reaction at all..."

Wilson: "..."

He carefully put down the hand that was about to knock on the door, stepped back slightly, and quietly retreated out of the attention range of the people in the office, then ran wildly with his legs, and quickly ran over the prison in an extremely vigorous posture. Fence.

Then he ran across the field quickly under the watchful eyes of the scenic security guard who came out to check the environment in the early morning and ran to the small building on the north side of the island.

The bread in the hands of the security fell to the ground.

When Wilson finally ran to the door of the small factory and raised his hand to slam the door, there were a series of security guards behind him, each running out of breath.

Stark opened the door: "..."

"Mr. Stark." The man opposite nodded solemnly at him, looking calm.

"...Is that why you got to know the captain?" Stark waved away the security guards, then frowned to look at Wilson who suddenly ran over to knock on the door, "Aren't you an undercover agent? This will expose your identity."

"It's not important anymore." Wilson said, "Stark, you need to see the warden. You guys seem to be more familiar-he doesn't seem to be right."

Stark picked up a piece of pizza from the table next to him and paused to look at Wilson: "Pizza?"

Wilson reflexively refused: "Eat pizza early in the morning? Wait-no, Stark, do you know what I was talking about? Mr. Warden may have his head out due to Miss Rita's death. There is a problem."

"About this," Stark said vaguely, taking a bite of pizza, "...just get used to it."

Wilson: "...?"

Stark glanced at him and took the pizza. "Then take me over and see?"

Wilson hesitated and stopped.

But in the end, he focused on the overall situation and swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Stark returned to the office door next to the cell with the pizza, and found the door lock drooping to the side-he knew this thing was going to go wrong sooner or later.

Looking through the gap in the vacant door, the warden seemed to be in a daze at the corpse.

Stark opened the door.

Zhang Dianyu raised his head when he heard the sound, nodded to the two outside, and was taken aback.

He seemed to have forgotten that Wilson was still here by a series of things.

The corpse under his palm suddenly became a bit hot.

"Pizza?" Stark asked, breaking his silence.

Zhang Dianyu subconsciously moved the corpse and made a space on the desk: "Thank you."

Wilson behind: "..."