The round white eyes on Spider-Man's hood blinked, and he looked down at the sledgehammer in his hand. Suddenly, his disappointment was swept away, and he gave a nondescript salute with confidence.
"clear!"
Banner sensed a slight change in the boy's mood, but couldn't understand why. The loud noise of hitting the wall drowned him out, and he silently moved a little outside with the renovation list.
According to the task list given by Mr. Warden, he also needs to send someone to buy a bucket of paint to paint the walls of the living room.
But... the prisoner cannot act privately, he is the only one to do this.
The task of smashing the wall was given to Spider-Man. Although the newly minted young Chaoying sounds young in voice, his ability is quite outstanding, and Banner has also learned about it through the Internet and the news.
The boy, who claims to be a friendly New York neighbor, has been active in fighting crime in every neighborhood in New York just as he has always identified himself as, and now he is arrested and imprisoned-it is very strange that the media has not reported this.
Banner found the nearest convenience store from the map and decided to try his luck. After all, the house they are repairing is located in a remote area, so it seems that it is not very cost-effective to go to the urban area to buy two buckets of paint.
This is a gas station, on the side of the road not far from a small town, it seems to be close to a cemetery.
Banner pushed open the door of the convenience store.
The clerk looked up at him for half a second, then raised his chin backwards: "It's the innermost."
A question mark appeared in Banner's mind.
He didn't say he wanted to buy two cans of paint, did the clerk know? Could it be a reclusive psychic user
Banner couldn't help but look at the clerk again. But the clerk has been immersed in the computer screen at the cashier again, and the crisp clicking sound of the mouse can be heard endlessly.
He had no choice but to give up the understanding eye contact, turned around and walked to the deepest part of the convenience store, and sure enough, he found a few dusty paint buckets next to a pile of scattered tool bags and shovels, hidden in the bottom shelf.
Banner dragged it out and carried it onto the counter.
For some reason, he felt that the clerk looked at the paint bucket with some hesitation, and looked at him carefully: "36 dollars a bucket, thank you."
Banner quickly settled the bill.
Only Spider-Man and the other prisoners were left in the house, as well as a few guards whose behavior was always confusing. Although the boy has amazing abilities, he still feels that he should go back early, just in case.
Just as he was about to walk out of the convenience store, the clerk suddenly couldn't help but stopped him: "What... are you doing buying paint?"
Banner felt that there was nothing he could not answer, and smiled gently: "It is used to paint the wall."
The clerk frowned and thought hard, just when Banner was full of doubts and was about to speak, he suddenly stretched his eyebrows, showing a look of sudden realization: "I see."
Banner: "?" What did this strange clerk understand
The clerk showed him a mysterious smile knowingly: "Welcome to come again next time."
Banner reluctantly nodded and smiled at him, then turned and walked out of the convenience store.
The clerk here is a bit weird, is it related to the cemetery nearby
The clerk watched Banner's figure leave, and at the moment the glass door closed again, he quickly clicked on a forum page with a somewhat simple background.
He thought about it and posted a new post on it.
[Suspected murder scene, the body is built into the wall (read the details for $20)]
It's not expensive, but the FBI will often get hooked - or there's nothing wrong with saying it's a fair deal, since he's just a tipper trying to make some extra money on the dark web anyway.
His main business was still running the convenience store—along with the fake IDs and license plates, and by the way, he had established a little long-term relationship with the machine repair shop two kilometers away. After all, he opened this small shop next to the prison, and it is conceivable that his customer base is also a bit unusual.
After clicking send, the clerk closes the webpage and continues to wait for the arrival of the next customer.
At the same time, after Zhang Dianyu in the prison saw off the truck carrying the decoration team with his eyes, he could only turn his eyes back to his to-do list.
According to the "Act" kid, he had to raise the prison rating in order to accept those mutant juvenile offenders and receive additional subsidies from Congress. Come to think of it, it wouldn't be easy—unless they couldn't use their superpowers at all here.
Zhang Dianyu didn't know if it was a good thing or not. After all, at this very moment, his confinement room is still shutting up the famous Magneto, who likes to tear down a landmark building to speak for the rights of mutants.
He has a headache.
However, the coffin he ordered after returning to the prison has arrived, and the prisoners and guards who died in the prison will be buried near the prison.
That is to say—the coffin confinement room he had previously planned was ready, just about to be buried in the ground.
How about putting Magneto in a coffin first
Since the bill says it's the real world, he should be doing it a little more carefully—like sending super criminals straight to the ground when they're escorted in.
But at this time there is no extra land in the prison that can be used to build a cemetery—except on the opposite side.
There was originally only a sparse forest on the opposite side, but only a small piece of land was used up after the establishment of the Secret Mutant Juvenile Offender Correction Center.
But in order to ensure that the word "secret" is not empty talk, Zhang Dianyu had to ask the engineering team to temporarily build a wall outside to isolate the cemetery from the correctional center.
The only downside is that because the gate is relatively high up, to enter the correctional center, you need to pass through the cemetery in the middle of the woods.
But it's not a big problem, anyway, juvenile delinquents will be locked up inside, forbidden to contact with the outside world - so they won't run around in the middle of the cemetery every day, disturbing the rest of the super criminals in confinement.
Zhang Dianyu fully considered the needs of both parties, and felt that he had tried his best to improve the treatment of prisoners—after all, the bill said that this is the real world. No wonder Hannibal Lecter is always talking about the psychological toll his prison has on the prisoners because there are no windows.
But no one can own a window until they make money.
Zhang Dianyu sighed, watching the engineering team on the map quickly bury coffins one after another in the woods opposite, erected tombstones on top, and laid turf, reminding him of the night he dug his own grave.
If he had the speed to bury the coffin, maybe he wouldn't have to work there all night.
Zhang Dianyu looked for the location of Mr. Fergus on the map.
The former warden in a light blue prison uniform had breakfast in the dining room, went for a walk in the courtyard, and then slowly walked back to the cell along the path, as leisurely as a stroll in a park retirees.
Although he might really be.
Just as Mr. Fergus walked towards the direction of the office from the armory, Zhang Dianyu suddenly had a bad premonition for no reason at this location.
There was no one on the quiet path, except for a light blue figure moving slowly, showing no signs of anything bad.
But Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but slowly frowned, picked up the internal phone, and prepared to mobilize a few armed guards to patrol nearby.
"You are right," said a small voice in his ear, "Mr. Fergus is in danger."
"Bill?" Zhang Dianyu asked: "If it were you, you should know that Mr. Fergus is not human, nor can he be called dangerous."
"But you've just acquired a new ability and don't want to lose it anytime soon, do you?" said the boy's voice. "Someone is beginning to notice that you can see what's going on inside the prison. They'll avoid you." Eye action — when you're out of prison, when you're resting, showering, and eating, when your focus isn't on the map."
Zhang Dianyu felt unbelievable: "Then you should have told me earlier?"
"I'm 'Bill'." The boy's voice was a little annoyed. "Not 'Prison'. I can only give you advice, not—"
"You mean those 'tasks' that were added inexplicably." Zhang Dianyu interrupted him expressionlessly, "So, what are you usually busy with? To prison?"
It must be this little bastard who did all these shitty things.
"I am exercising my duty and fulfilling my mission." The boy's voice answered very seriously.
Zhang Dianyu: "..." He would say such nonsense.
"Mr. Fergus doesn't actively use his skills," Bill said. "If you switch with him, you can use his skills against the enemy."
Zhang Dianyu thought about it—this meant that he had to take the initiative to enter within 10 meters of Mr. Fergus, expose both of his bodies to the eyes of dangerous elements, and then imprison the criminals in order to use his skills.
It would have been better if Mr. Fergus had been shot or stabbed first, anyway, there were still needles in the prison anyway.
Mr. Fergus is willing to spend $1,500 on his health.
Zhang Dianyu quickly picked up the phone and dialed the internal line of the infirmary, and asked a doctor to take the treatment needle to the path outside the Fergus Armory and wait by the side.
At the same time as he acted, the bill also disappeared from his ears, never to appear again.
Zhang Dianyu originally wanted to ask a lot of questions, but Mr. Fergus on the map was still walking slowly when he was suddenly surrounded by two prisoners who were walking towards him with knives in their hands from the corner, and the way back was suddenly blocked. The two prisoners who came out intercepted.
He decided to save his own question for another time to ask Bill, and to address Mr. Fergus's first.
After all, Mr. Fergus is already a retired old man, and he is still bald. These people suddenly attacked him, obviously not on a whim.
Their target is of course Zhang Dianyu. Zhang Dianyu, who had summoned half of the prison guards with guns to rush to the office, sat expressionlessly on his sofa chair, watching the wall he had just built less than half a day being blown up again, without any fluctuations in his heart. .
He never wanted to rebuild this wall, since it would collapse anyway.
"Mr. Warden," said a male voice with a European accent, "this is the first time I have the opportunity to see you."
Under the gunpowder smoke, the man who was pointed at by countless armed guards slowly took off his hat, revealing a dark red face that seemed a bit scary to ordinary people. The flesh and blood seemed to be eroded, and only a thin layer was covered. outside the skeleton.
Red Skull gave an almost cruel smile that contrasted sharply with his reserved European accent.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, indeed, the Red Skull was stuffed into the confinement room as soon as he came in, and the two really had no chance to meet.
But he didn't want to see it much either—no normal person would want to see the face of the Red Skull.
"I'm not sorry, Mr. Schmidt." Zhang Dianyu replied lightly.
Red Skull smiled: "Mr. Warden, I like people with your attitude, especially when they regret and beg for mercy - I heard that you have a teacher with deep feelings, unfortunately he is in my hands now, Do you want him to survive?"
Sure enough, Mr. Fergus was using it to threaten him.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the map. The bald old warden seemed to have fallen into a coma, with his arms twisted behind his back and his arms pressed against the floor of the armory.
"Of course, I hope, Mr. Schmidt." Zhang Dianyu sighed slightly, "But I don't think you would agree." He paused slightly, and continued: "Then, can you leave the body to me?"
Red Skull seemed to fall silent for a moment.