Zhang Dianyu heaved a sigh of relief after the title was transferred, and threw Mr. Fergus on the ground as he felt that it was not good.
After all, Stark was still in a daze (or fell asleep) next to him, if he saw him abandoning the exhausted Mr. Fergus, he would have some bad associations.
He even wiped the stains off Mr. Fergus's clothes - but it wasn't easy. The brown-gray trench coat was covered with burnt bullet holes and clotted blood.
But here comes the problem. With Mr. Fergus's size, even if he wanted to pretend to be persistent and bring the corpse back, he couldn't drag it—unless he also brought the toilet next to him.
This is a bit too strange, right
Zhang Dianyu knelt next to Mr. Fergus's body and held his head, lost in thought.
At some point, Stark was already standing beside him, and suddenly stretched out a metal hand.
The warden has been holding the corpse for a long time, so that he has to take the initiative to break the silence, so as not to let the warden immerse himself in sadness for too long-to be honest, this is not a good experience , he knows it well, because he has experienced it too.
Zhang Dianyu froze for a moment, thought for two seconds, handed Mr. Fergus' heavy body into his hands, and said sincerely, "Thank you."
Stark: "..."
He took a deep breath, and in the end he could only hug the corpse in his hands, and then asked through gritted teeth: "So, Mr. Warden, are you going to go back to the prison?"
"Didn't your driver come along? Maybe he can give me a ride?" Zhang Dianyu suggested.
Stark was silent for a moment, then finally said reluctantly, "Okay."
Zhang Dianyu smiled sincerely.
Stark: "..."
Zhang Dianyu slowly got up, feeling the strange feeling coming from his body. To be honest, within this range, he was really afraid that his sudden movement would speed up, startle Stark next to him, and expose his magical ability.
But he still felt a little distressed—this matter didn't seem to be easy to hide. Is it necessary to forbid anyone to go with him when he goes into the toilet, so as not to leak the news
Holding the corpse, Stark forced himself to suppress his displeasure, and walked in front of Zhang Dianyu.
I didn't encounter any hydra along the way, the alarm bell that blew was almost destroyed, the power had been restored, and the corridor was lit with pale lights again.
After Zhang Dianyu left the bonus range, he returned to the level of ordinary people. He suddenly felt that walking was much more difficult, and he would still feel pain from his ribs from time to time.
The metal man's footsteps sounded particularly clear and heavy in the empty corridor.
After passing through a long corridor, the heavy iron door closed behind them with a loud crash. Zhang Dianyu gasped while holding the wall next to him, and looked up at Stark: "You know you can fly...?"
A complicated look suddenly appeared on Stark's originally expressionless face, as if he seemed a little angry: "But you can't."
"Yes," Zhang Dianyu said, "but the captain has almost dealt with the Hydra along the way, so I don't think you need to worry about my safety."
Stark's face suddenly became very ugly: "Did you see that? That hydra with a big hole scorched in its clothes?"
Zhang Dianyu nodded with doubts on his face.
"That was caused by the repulsive cannon." Stark said with a blank expression, "The enemies knocked down by the captain usually lie on the ground with broken hands and feet - because of his vibrating golden shield."
Zhang Dianyu didn't listen carefully to the second half of the paragraph, subconsciously nodded and continued: "Yes, this... I will too."
"What?" Stark asked suspiciously.
Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel and looked at the binding skill "Prison Search" of the title "Order Manager", which was displayed as available. He turned over a fainted hydra below with his toes, thought for a moment, and decided to use him to try.
In the next second, the people under their feet suddenly became naked, and a Hydra-style weapon suddenly appeared in Zhang Dianyu's hands.
I have to say, this skill is quite useful, Zhang Dianyu thought.
Stark next to him was already dumbfounded.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment, took the Hydra weapon that he didn't know how to use in his hand, and nodded to Stark: "Now you can go."
Stark: "..."
He paused for a long time, and asked through gritted teeth: "So, you just want me to leave? Even exposed the ability to hide it for so long?"
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought. He didn't want to hide it, after all, he would definitely use this ability. But it hasn't -- and from Stark's point of view, it's true.
But the problem is that he just thinks it's weird to have Stark around all the time, and even his footsteps are a bit noisy.
"If you can fly," Zhang Dianyu tilted his head slightly, "then I don't understand why you need to walk."
Stark was a little angry at first, but he was suddenly stunned when he heard the words. After a while, he turned his head slightly and stretched out his hand as if trying to grab Zhang Dianyu's collar. Shoulder.
"I see."
Zhang Dianyu slowly put out a question mark—what did Stark understand
"Sorry, actually I think I might as well take you and this... Mr. Fergus back to prison."
Zhang Dianyu was slightly surprised, and then he saw Stark raised his hand and blasted a hole in the corridor above his head, then hugged his waist again, and with the other Mr. Fergus' corpse in his hand, he started his foot thrusters fly into the sky.
"Wait!" Zhang Dianyu struggled, "How is Peter?"
"Don't move around." Stark's visor closed, and the voice came out after electromagnetic filtering, "AI has already transmitted the situation to everyone in real time, unless he didn't bring his own communication equipment—of course, he didn't bring , he gave them to Hydra like the captain, we will definitely talk about this later. So I asked Fury to find someone to send the communicator back to them, and it should be by now..." He paused for a few seconds Zhong seemed to be browsing through the messages, "Aha, they have received the message, and the finishing work will be over soon."
That being the case, Zhang Dianyu has nothing to hesitate.
He looked down at the Hulk below from the sky and was demolishing everywhere, and his worries about the renovation site surged up again.
Stark's voice came from beside his ear: "Banner is fine, it's just a small problem with emotional management, which made him swell a little."
"I'm not worried about him," Zhang Dianyu replied subconsciously, "he will always become a superhero."
"Oh—?" Stark asked slowly, drawn out. Could it be that Mr. Warden will find out that he has been trying to poach Banner away
Zhang Dianyu did not answer. Looking at it from this angle, Hulk is very suitable for this scene, not at all like the monster in people's mouth-even before, Hulk recognized who he was and didn't destroy everything.
According to the information he got and Banner's attitude, it hasn't been long since Hulk appeared here. Not only General Ross, but even Banner himself is still not used to his existence. He can only regard Hulk as a disease, and use the prison to control it and become his original self.
Maybe Banner has stayed, and there will indeed be no invincible Hulk in the Avengers.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but sighed slightly.
Stark seemed to have heard this imperceptible sigh, and looked down at Mr. Warden. There was a bit of regret on the young man's usually calm face, as if he was regretting something.
Originally, he didn't want to bring Mr. Fergus' body because the warden was injured—but judging from the other party's expression now, he wasn't sighing because of the injury.
Iron Man flew low in midair, with the dense canopy under his feet.
In order to avoid the low temperature in the high altitude, he has been flying close to the low-altitude buildings. Anyway, the journey is not far, and the Iron Man armor can't fly for a few minutes.
The outline of the prison quickly appeared in front of their eyes, and Stark skimmed directly from the wall and flew to the infirmary with ease.
After a while, Zhang Dianyu landed steadily at the door of the infirmary, and behind the green staff door, the pixel villains and doctors were sleepwalking as usual.
It is reasonable to say that when there is a riot in the prison, the doctor should be too busy to deal with it, but judging from the current situation, it does not seem to be serious.
Zhang Dianyu heaved a sigh of relief, and raised his eyes to look at the prison capital flow above—he could only see this number that affected his whole body and mind when he came back here.
In the next second, he slowly raised his hand to support the wall next to him, his face pale.
Although the funds have not reached the point of deficit, it is obviously not optimistic. The decoration team had taken on many tasks before, and had almost made up for the financial loopholes. Why is there only a mere $10,000 left now
Zhang Dianyu pulled down the capital flow bar silently, saw a large amount of expenditure on concrete bricks, and finally understood why.
This is outrageous, how can the bricks he remotely controls cost money!
Since Stark was still by his side, he couldn't question the bill directly, so he could only swallow the bitterness silently, took two steps forward stiffly, and met a pixel doctor who walked over like a sleepwalker.
The doctor stopped in his tracks, looked at Zhang Dianyu, took out the light green treatment needle, which seemed to have never been sterilized, and stabbed it into his neck.
The slightly cool liquid was injected into the blood vessels, and then the bones quickly repaired, and the pain disappeared. Zhang Dianyu let out a long breath.
The doctor left blankly after the injection. Zhang Dianyu turned his head and glanced at Stark next to him. He was still holding Mr. Fergus' body.
"You can put...Mr. Fergus down." Zhang Dianyu reminded, "There will be guards coming to send the body to the morgue."
"Oh," Stark said kindly, he didn't want to hold a corpse for a long time, "I thought you were going to take him back to the bedroom."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
Perhaps it was because of his offended expression, Stark opened his visor, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little unconsciously.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the total assets of the prison above the game panel, and his tone softened: "As a thank you for today, I think I can..." He thought for a moment, "Invite you to my office to trim your mustache?"
Stark froze for a moment, he never expected Mr. Warden's thank you gift to be so bad, so he refused mercilessly - even though he really didn't take good care of his mustache recently.
"Normal men would never share a razor."