Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu: "...?"

Strange: "..."

In the silence between the two of them, Zhang Dianyu slowly seemed to understand something.

It turns out that since the first class was admitted to prison for so long, everyone heard that the morgue would suddenly change in color-really because of the morgue.

Zhang Dianyu sullen his face and nodded slightly to Strange.

Strange, in a white coat, sat down at the interrogation table, putting on his most gentle expression.

Someone immediately pounded the interrogation chair.

Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment-Strange looked like a debt collector.

"Who is this? I know how to do it-don't want us to admit that we are sick!" The prisoner who seemed to react the most violently among several people shouted at them.

"Do you think we don’t know what the mutant registration bill does? Conduct human experiments on people with gene X in the name of the bill, dissecting and torturing the living mutants to death-and finally installing them with mental disorders Crime!"

Zhang Dianyu and Strange glanced at each other slowly.

Ten minutes later, they exited the room, and it was Banner who entered.

"Uh, good evening, everyone-introduce myself, I am the assistant to the warden."

Maybe Banner didn't seem to have any offensive power, and he was more like a gentle scholar. The few people present did not interrupt his speech.

Banner smiled slightly: "But to be precise, I am a prisoner."

The prisoners on the opposite side showed a hint of shock in their eyes.

Banner slowly took off his coat, revealing the crimson prison uniform inside—he was still a serious prisoner.

However, the few super-powered prisoners present were all wearing light blue prison uniforms, the same as those of Stark and Peter in prison.

This is also the only sign that can distinguish them from criminals.

Banner paused, and continued: "In fact, maybe the self-introduction just now was not detailed enough-you may not have heard of my name, but you must have heard of Hulk." In the shocked eyes of everyone , He smiled slightly, "I am a killer, an angry monster, who has destroyed many cities."

"Then tell me, everyone present-in your own righteous police behavior, who has never hurt any innocent people?"

Unlike the reaction of criminals full of lies in the interrogation room, no one answered.

Zhang Dianyu watched the situation in the room from the surveillance next door—according to federal law, he now had to install a camera in the interrogation room.After all, the interrogation process needs to keep the image data for the court trial.

After Banner walked out of the interrogation room, he stopped the opponent behind him.

"Mr. Warden." Banner turned around.

The corridors were empty and dark, which was originally designed by Zhang Dianyu to create a depressing atmosphere.But at this time it made him feel a little bored.

He pulled his tie and said to Banner, "You..." He only said one word, and couldn't say it anymore.

He wanted to talk to Banner about this matter, but was always delayed by other things.

Hulk shouldn't be a monster, not even Banner.

Banner smiled at Zhang Dianyu: "Mr. Warden, what's the matter?"

"I have seen Hulk's ability." Zhang Dianyu recalled the scene where the Penguin was thrown around that day-this is why he agreed to the Penguin staying in the hospital for so long.

Even if Hulk's men kept their strength at the time, such a scene can really cause a psychological shadow.

——Shouldn’t it be the Cthulhu Mr. in the morgue that was thrown around like this?

Considering that the Penguin also contributed to the stability of the prison, Zhang Dianyu acquiesced in allowing him to rest in the hospital for a few more days.

After all, it was a bit unfortunate to be sentenced to two years for pirating games.

Although he was sentenced to two hundred years for not much.

Banner's face looked dull against the only light at the end of the corridor.He seemed to be waiting for the post of the warden in place, and he might have fallen into his own thinking.

Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth and didn't know where to start.

Banner here is different from the Hulk in his cognition who smashed alien invaders into pieces by shouting "smash". Perhaps due to the influence of the bill, the super human registration bill in this world was proposed earlier. .

Banner was still fighting Hulk at this time, Stark and the captain did not have that deep friendship, the Avengers were still being formed, and the Justice League next door had not even been established.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't tell whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Perhaps when the division between the world of superpowers and ordinary people is beginning to emerge, a rule will be established that will gradually put the world on the right track-or destroy it earlier.

Zhang Dianyu didn't know how to persuade Banner.

Perhaps due to the intervention of the bill and the prison, Hulk will never appear again?

So there is no destroyer and a superhero missing in the world?Stark in another universe had done this before. He expelled Hulk from the earth, but the troubles that followed never decreased.

Zhang Dianyu could only say to Banner stiffly and rigidly: "If... I mean, you have other intent to find a job, I will write a letter of recommendation for you."

Banner did not answer him.

After Banner came out of the interrogation room, these superpowers seemed to have died temporarily-but Zhang Dianyu thought this was not a good thing.Such persuasion can arouse the conscience of good people, but it can't make bad people hesitate.

So only those who believe in it can be controlled by a bill. Is this reasonable?

But Banner didn't explain the morgue, so when several people were actually taken to the door of the morgue, the scene was a little silent for a while.

When they saw the neatly placed new beds, the bookshelves next to them, and the shower cubicle in the corner, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I have to say that those who have lost their superpowers have nothing.If Mr. Warden really wants to secretly execute them at night tonight, they don't even know if they can escape.

However, after they moved into the newly built prisoner's dormitory, they saw the opposite face that was quite popular on TV, and they still had a magical illusion.

Isn't this the alien evil god who made waves in New York not long ago?

Cthulhu lives in a single cell, they can understand-but why are there morgues stacked to the ceiling on both sides?

From this day on, a rumor gradually flowed out of the prison-the evil god Loki from an alien could only be suppressed in this prison, because he has dozens of incarnations, each representing a life.

And Sol consulted Stark more than once: "Why my brother said the phrase'stupid atrium man' more frequently recently. I visited his cell. I think he is doing well and has not been Mr. Warden abused?"

Stark: "..."

However, after running around for several days, the superpower prisoners who finally hit their pillows couldn't help but fall into dreams.Not all of them were adults. Zhang Dianyu looked at their information repeatedly that night, and his eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

He had to contact Stark for the first time in a few days.

The new cell phone that Stark gave him is still used, with positioning and monitoring transmission functions, which means that you can come to help when the prison needs it-or send a battle armor to help.

After all, his own people don't know where they are, although they have been more recently on Capitol Hill and the White House.

And there are several of his battle armors stored in the Stark Industrial Park next to the prison, and there is no essential difference between him and his own arrival-in the pursuit of escaped prisoners.

Zhang Dianyu has also used this function several times recently, and I have to say that it is not bad.

At least he doesn't have to wear that collocation of spicy eyes to trace the whereabouts of the prisoners along the sewer, not to mention the feeling of life and death is not so good.

The light screen bounced from the screen of the desk, and Zhang Dianyu nodded at the person inside: "Mr. Stark."

Stark, who was about to trim his mustache with a razor in one hand, also responded solemnly: "Mr. Warden."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and both cocked their mouths slightly.

"It seems like a long time no see," Stark waved the razor in his hand. "I always think it's not good to complain when you meet-so you prepare, I'm going to start complaining. That agent Jirik, He is really a [beep—beep—]." He heard his own voice in the voice, froze for a moment, and questioned his artificial intelligence butler, "What is going on here, why is my words Silenced?"

"Sir, this is the last time you met with Agent Jirik and asked me to set a block word after coming back drunk." The artificial intelligence explained dutifully, "Otherwise, if you say this sentence as it is, The relationship between the Avengers and the National Security Council may drop to a freezing point."

Stark: "..."

He rolled his eyes to look at Zhang Dianyu: "Then Mr. Warden, this opportunity to complain is given to you-I didn't set a blocking word for him?" He asked his artificial intelligence butler.

"No, sir." The artificial intelligence replied, "but you have expressed some of your own opinions. Do you need to play the video at that time?"

"?" Stark: "...mute."

The artificial intelligence butler fell silent.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The scene seemed a bit embarrassing. Zhang Dianyu coughed and changed the subject: "That's it, Mr. Stark, I need you to confirm a problem with the federal government-among these so-called super criminals, really include teenagers. Child?"

Stark was silent for a while, then shrugged: "That's why I advise Peter to stay in school and go to school."

"So Peter hasn't signed the agreement yet," Zhang Dianyu found the key point from his words, "In other words, he is also at risk of being caught and imprisoned at any time."

Stark acquiesced.

Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Stark's face in the light screen.

He saw guilt.

"This is not your problem." This sentence could not help but blurted out of Zhang Dianyu's mouth.

Stark grinned reluctantly: "I...Of course I didn't mean to blame myself. I mean what Tony from another universe did to Peter-since I know it, of course I will try my best to stop this. Something happened."

He was referring to another Stark who invited Peter to become an ally, the first to take off his hood and reveal his identity to the world.

It was mixed with misunderstandings and entanglements, but it ended in the death of Peter's family.

Since learning about this, Stark quarreled several times with Peter-in order to keep Peter at home, New York didn't need Spider-Man during this time.

Peter certainly disagrees. New York has no good neighbor, Spider-Man, who needs it more than now.

Due to the implementation of the bill, dangers are happening everywhere in the bustling New York at any time. Peter has even been warned by the school to skip class several times.

Zhang Dianyu looked into the eyes of the person on the screen and suddenly asked, "Do you really think that what Stark did-is it also something you would do?"

Stark was taken aback for a moment.

In fact, he didn't think.

But since that was himself in the parallel world, he had to admit that he could do such a thing.It's just that there is always a line between reality and the future. Maybe he stopped in time to make things better.

Or not.

"If it's a parallel universe..." Zhang Dianyu said slowly, "I shouldn't be there."

Stark looked at the touch between the lips of the dark-haired youth on the screen, and said what he repeatedly asked himself every night.

"Even identical twins will have their own lives after birth. You don't even look alike."

"You are not the same person." Zhang Dianyu said very surely.

Tony Stark in another universe is a bastard, but it makes people love and hate—just like the hand he stretched out to Zhang Dianyu without hesitation.He will save the world, he doesn't care if he will be cast aside, or even his life.

But it's still a super bastard.

Stark looked into his eyes without speaking.

"You're the kind of person who would [BEEP——BEEP——] negotiate bills with Agent Jirik for Peter, aren't you?" Zhang Dianyu spread his hands.

Stark: "...so you are following me?"

"Your voice is blocked, how do I know what you are going to say?" Zhang Dianyu replied with his arms folded.

"You know, it's the [beep-beep-]." Stark said angrily.

Zhang Dianyu showed a ruthless mocking face.

Stark: "..."

After the communication on the light screen was disconnected, Zhang Dianyu sighed deeply.

The current situation seems to be worse than he thought.

If Peter, or children like him, would be sent to prison, this is something he cannot accept.But it seems that he can do nothing about it.

He is just a warden and can only accept criminals sent by the government.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment.

However, Banner’s questioning of those with superpowers today is not unreasonable. As Stark said-superheroes, especially minor superpowers, need to use their abilities under supervision and instruction.

Otherwise it will only cause harm to yourself and others.

Zhang Dianyu once talked to Stark about his vision. If they can simulate superpowers into the sandbox, then they can test and develop training plans for new superpowers in it.

From a long-term perspective, sending people into the sandbox is indeed a good thing.

And it can even generate income.

The sandbox was originally Stark's vision of another universe. He wanted to exile superpowers here-but they can do better now.

Treat this as an online community, open to all mankind.

Humans have long been looking forward to the emergence of virtual reality technology, but no one knows that it is the world itself that can provide such a platform.

The bill has been simulated in the sandbox for countless times in the prison used to hold superpowers, but in the end he really served the superhuman registration bill according to the plan—just different from what he had imagined.

This is a technology that cannot be replicated. In other words, it is really a prison here.

But people came in voluntarily.

Who doesn't want to try such virtual reality technology?

Zhang Dianyu opened the total assets of the prison and looked at the figures above. He was still 2 million away from the US$20 million he promised Stark.

It was just a wave of prisoners being taken into prison.

But first, he needs to build a dormitory that can accommodate more prisoners—there are only benches in the detention room. Overnight there is absolutely no soothing effect on the prisoners’ emotions.

Zhang Dianyu planned the future of the prison and took a nap on the sofa.

When he opened his eyes, there was still the same scene in the office, but the hour hand on the watch had reached 7.

Its daybreak.

Zhang Dianyu slept groggyly on the sofa all night.

It was different from the time when he first came to prison, when he spent the night on the sofa every day and gave the only bedroom to Peter, the summer worker who came undercover.

Two months have passed since then, and he actually feels a little sore after sleeping on the sofa all night.

Zhang Dianyu rubbed his shoulders, walked through the hall, and took a shower in the bathroom opposite.

I have to say that this is indeed a bit troublesome.

Holding a toothbrush in his mouth, Zhang Dianyu thought, in addition to the windows in the office, maybe he should move the bathroom a little bit—at least so that he can walk into the shower safely in his boxer pants without worrying about being seen by people passing by.

In the mess of thoughts, the prison breakfast began.

The eyes of the prisoners who came out of the morgue were still a little confused-I have to say that they had a good night.

Different from the bumps on the prison cart, the bedding and beds here are even new, with the smell of cheap fabric just coming out of the factory.

But for this period of running and hiding, this is already a rare and stable night.

They even saw jealousy in the eyes of some prisoners.

After breakfast, the guards lined up with new prisoners in light blue prison uniforms to receive the prison pass-after the mop, they finally understood a little bit what the prisoners' eyes were.

The treatment of the morgue is really a luxury suite in the prison?

The prisoners in blue leaning on the mop are a little messy.

The entire prison needs to be cleaned up by prisoners who are serving hard labor. Today their task is to weed the cemetery-so some people began to think about why the guard would send them a mop.

But this is not important.

The important thing is that there are neatly arranged desks and chairs in the cemetery, as if someone was studying here.

In fact, some people walked in one after another from the outside, sitting on the tables and chairs in the cemetery with a dull face, taking out the books, and making a straightforward gesture of preparing to attend the class.

At nine o'clock, a teacher-like person holding a notebook and teaching aids came hurriedly from outside the prison, stopped between the seats in the cemetery, and stood behind the podium.

Blue prisoners: "???"