Until an emotionally complex voice appeared beside him.
"… Is it fun?"
Zhang Dianyu stopped holding the hand that was about to drop the brick, and fell into deep thought.
He had nothing to do at first, listening to the meaning of this voice, it seemed that he was engaging in some retarded behavior.
He couldn't help but look down at a concrete brick wall built beside him. Although this incident was just a simple use of skills to him, like building blocks, the actual feedback of the wall is quite real.
Zhang Dianyu raised his hand and pushed, and found that the wall was easy for him to build, but it was beyond his ability to tear it down—a bit embarrassing.
However, the simple movement of raising his hand seemed to have affected the wound a little, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.
Stark, who was wearing a battle armor, hesitated for a moment through the brick wall surrounding Zhang Dianyu, then raised his leg and stepped over, and pushed back Zhang Dianyu who was trying to pretend to stand up without any abnormality: "You are injured."
Zhang Dianyu's eyebrows twitched—is it okay to push people lightly
"Don't move, let the AI scan and make a preliminary diagnosis." Stark glanced at the captain who was fighting with the Red Skull, and felt that he didn't need to help there.
Zhang Dianyu refused without thinking: "No, I'll just go back to prison."
No matter the severity of the injury, as long as a $1,500 treatment needle can restore the original, a diagnosis of the injury is possible but not necessary.
Stark's hand that was pressing on Zhang Dianyu's chest for scanning stopped, and slowly retracted it. The expression under the opened visor was a bit complicated. Zhang Dianyu looked at it carefully for a moment and came to a conclusion: "You haven't trimmed your delicate mustache for a long time."
It seems that recent events have indeed caused him a lot of trouble.
Stark: "..." He put down the mask in silence, thinking that communication should still be given up.
Zhang Dianyu didn't understand very well. According to Stark's own explanation, the air filtration system in the armor is top-notch. If he opens and closes the armor, it can't be because of poor breathing inside, right
But he had other ideas.
He glanced at Stark, then pointed to the two people who were fighting in the middle: "Are we just watching?"
"I have a ticket for the VIP room, which is located on the second floor with a good view." Stark snapped his fingers, "May I invite you to watch the battle together, my Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He thought for a while, and decided to start from the beginning: "Mr. Stark, my teacher, Mr. Fergus, is dead, and it's in the one upstairs..." He considered his words, shifted the specific position a little, "In a modified laboratory of Hydra."
Otherwise, it can't be said that he died tragically in a toilet
Stark was also a little silent: "I know."
"I want to meet him."
Zhang Dianyu's tone was calm. Judging from the reactions of the captain and Stark, they all know about Mr. Fergus, presumably the battlefield above is almost over.
In view of the fact that he had caused a lot of misunderstanding last time when he moved Sekestone's body to the bedroom, he felt that this time it was necessary to avoid such a thing from happening.
At this time, the Hydra base has not yet completely fallen, and the follow-up battlefield cleanup work should not have begun, which means that Mr. Fergus' body should still be there, and he can transfer the title here first.
Stark didn't say anything, just reached out and hugged Zhang Dianyu's waist, and said briefly: "Hold on to me."
Before Zhang Dianyu could blurt out an obscenity, he realized that he was already flying upwards. Seeing that he was about to hit the closed metal roof, he couldn't help closing his eyes.
But there was no painful touch.
He opened his eyes, the sound of the wind whistling past his ears, and under his feet were the metal roofs that were slowly moving to the sides, showing a gesture of opening.
"My AI has invaded the defense system here, otherwise how do you think I found you?"
"The captain put on the Hydra uniform and followed Red Skull in?" Zhang Dianyu said.
"That's why I'm looking for someone from the intrusion prevention system?" Stark's voice sounded a little annoyed, "The captain will not hand over the name of any teammate, but always hand over his mobile phone easily - this is the 90-year-old old people?"
Zhang Dianyu couldn't hold back his laughter.
When he landed slowly in the ruined laboratory again, he found that although he flew extremely fast along the way, he hardly touched the wound.
He couldn't help but glanced at Stark, while the other stared silently at the corpse on the ground not far away.
Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly, and walked towards the most conspicuous one in the middle of the body.
Some of the Hydras that fell on the ground were still breathing. After all, Fergus's skills basically couldn't kill people. Even unarmed combat with a 900% bonus may not be fatal.
Only Fergus present was completely dead. Under his fat body, the pool of blood that spread out on the ground solidified into a dark red patch, which felt sticky to the touch.
Zhang Dianyu helped Fergus sit up and saw that his body was covered with large and small bullet holes, blood clots clotted on the edge of the scorched cloth, and he looked quite miserable in death.
Stark stood still, staring in this direction from a distance without saying a word.
Zhang Dianyu was a little embarrassed, was he going to kiss Mr. Fergus on the cheek in front of Stark? This behavior was already strange enough, let alone a corpse that had been beaten into a sieve.
He was in a dilemma.
Zhang Dianyu looked back at Stark—or rather, at the glowing slit in his visor, and found that Stark still didn't move.
He thought about Stark's somewhat tired face just now, and felt that he might have fallen asleep in the armor.
Whether it is or not, Zhang Dianyu has no other choice now. He took out the neatly folded handkerchief from the top pocket of his suit, but it was already a little crumpled.
Mr. Foggs's face was mixed with sweat and blood, and there was even suspiciously clear water on the floor, which he had to wipe off.
During this process, he also tried other methods, but none of the system prompts popped up, and the game panel did not respond.
Zhang Dianyu scolded the bill and this damn world in his heart, and then lightly kissed Mr. Fergus on the forehead.
The dialog asking him to transfer the character title finally popped up again.
There was nothing to hesitate at this point. Of course, he used the four titles that Mr. Fergus held—"Egg Popping Expert", "Toilet King", "Restricted Area User" and "Order Manager".
As he had guessed, the title of Mr. Fergus was bound to his skills, and he also inherited it.
Zhang Dianyu, who had the skills by his side, suddenly gained a lot of confidence, and even had the urge to go back and find the Red Skull to match up on the spot—until the severe pain in his chest stopped him.
He should go back to the prison to deal with his injuries.
Then it is to arrange the confinement room of the Red Skull's tomb.
In the distance, Stark has already turned off the external speakers, and asked the AI butler to record some of his speculations at this time through dictation in the battle armor.
"Is he really dead, Fergus? Scan his vitals for me."
"Okay, sir, the twenty-first scan of the subject's vital signs—confirmed that the subject is deceased."
"..." Stark was silent for a moment: "Although your tone has not changed, I think you are mocking me."
"Thank you, sir."
Stark: "..."
"If you want to express your concern, you can directly ask Mr. Warden about the situation." The artificial intelligence butler reminded intimately, "Maybe he needs your help."
"No, he doesn't need to—and I don't know what I can do to help other than money." Stark's tone was a little irritated, "but I'm not sure... Mr. Warden is—he's the only one who lives now down?"
"And you, and Dr. Banner and Captain America, and Spider-Man, and everyone, sir." The artificial intelligence replied.
"..." Stark: "I'm not talking about that! I'm talking about Fergus!"
"Okay, sir, the twenty-second scan of the subject's vital signs—confirmed that the subject is deceased."
Stark: "..."
"Do you need a 23rd vital sign scan, sir?"
"I need to fill out a state university donation form!" Stark snapped.
"The donation form has been transmitted to the holographic window, you can sign below after confirming the file."
Stark took a deep breath: "Shut up, turn off that damn form - you are very unusual today, have you got a virus?"
"Start self-test—" the artificial intelligence can only answer.
Stark: "..."
"The self-examination is complete, and I am not infected with the virus, sir—as for your question just now, because the Warframe scan shows that your levels of various hormones are increasing, which can be summed up as experiencing severe mood swings."
"That's exactly what I told you just now!" Stark said desperately, "Mr. Fergus could not die so simply. He is the culprit of all this, and Mr. Warden is a puppet under his control — Don’t you have a video of Stephen’s judgment on your hard drive? These confuse me, and I want to know why! I’m confused!”
"And sadness," said the AI.
Stark fell silent suddenly.
He looked at Mr. Warden not far away. The young man looked down at Fergus lying on his knee, took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the stains on the face of the old warden.