Zhang Dianyu slowly raised a question mark - if it wasn't for the fact that Stark was still a creditor, he would definitely turn his back on the spot.
But he glanced at the prison's total assets above the game panel and fell silent.
Although Stark spoke happily, he didn't just throw Mr. Fergus' body aside, but let him sit against the wall, waiting for the guards to transport the body to the morgue.
Zhang Dianyu took a look at this hard-spoken and soft-hearted mustache, remembering that the last time he broke through the wall, it was considered a prison escape—suddenly a burst of joy surged in his heart, and he couldn't help blurting out: "Mr. Stark, are you still a fugitive? "
Stark glared over - does this sound human
"The Department of Justice has canceled all warrants for my arrest," Stark said, folding his arms. "What do you think I've had to go to the Rotunda several times lately?"
"Defend your jailbreak?" Zhang Dianyu said casually, and flipped through the to-do list on the game panel, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the task completion rate had indeed increased.
*Prison rating reaches 2 points
* Retrieve escaped prisoners, hand them over to law enforcement 2/5
According to Stark, he moved freely outside the prison, but he had several exchanges with the Ministry of Justice, and then took the initiative to go back to the prison—rounding up, the task was completed.
Stark looked even angrier: "Don't you watch TV, Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, he really didn't.
Seeing his expression, Stark obviously became more angry: "So you must have no knowledge of the 'Super Human Registration Act' that is currently being discussed?"
Zhang Dianyu raised his head slowly, restraining the expression on his face, so as not to make his reaction look unusual—it seems that during this period of time, Bill has been elusive, and he also declared that he was busy, probably because of this
"Yes." A voice came out of his head firmly.
"It's ridiculous," Zhang Dianyu said involuntarily. "Can you imagine General Ross and those idiots in the third-rate small offices under the government departments who do nothing to tell these people what to do?"
Bill seemed unable to answer for a moment, and then the boy's voice suddenly became indifferent: "I am your father, there is no room for you to refute this matter."
"?" Zhang Dianyu: "Can you say it again?"
"say what?"
There was a voice next to him, but it was that of a grown man, not Bill's prim, boyish voice.
Zhang Dianyu met Stark's gaze. The other party seemed a little surprised, and his anger didn't know when it dissipated.
Only then did he realize that his conversation with Bill had been accidentally spoken by him.
"It's nothing," Zhang Dianyu told the truth blankly, "My 'father' was talking shit to me in my head."
Anyway, he has already found out, as long as it involves this outrageous reality, no one will believe him when he tells it.
"I see..." Stark replied.
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
"You mean Mr. Fergus?" Stark looked at him with a hint of sympathy.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Stark paused, bent down again to help Mr. Fergus' body, and walked to the morgue next to him. Zhang Dianyu followed behind silently, feeling that it was not right for things to go on like this.
"Is Peter back?" But when he opened his mouth, this was what he asked.
He still remembered that the last promise he had made to Peter was that he had something to tell him. If Mr. Fergus' death was to be a burden to Peter, it was too much for the boy.
Peter had always been a warm-hearted boy, and no one could see that he was carrying the death of his uncle Ben on his shoulders. Knowing this, Zhang Dianyu certainly couldn't bear to add to his psychological burden.
Stark turned around slowly, and looked at Zhang Dianyu for a moment: "You know?"
"What do I know... you mean Peter's identity?" Zhang Dianyu realized, "Peter never told you?"
Stark looked annoyed.
"I thought that after Batman knew about it... it means that you all know." Zhang Dianyu recalled the day Peter "lost his horse", that is, the day he "died" for the first time. At that time, Batman brought the doctor The first to rush over. It's a pity that after the injection of the therapeutic needle, he woke up to find himself a prisoner.
Stark looked even more annoyed: "Do you think Batman is going to share the information with me?" He raised his hand to the height of his head, "Assuming this is the information that Batman has," he put his hand directly on the He gestured at the height of the waist, "This is the part he will share with Zhenglian," then he raised his leg and compared it at the calf, "This is the part he will share with other Super League organizations," and finally he put down his foot Grinding on the ground: "See, this is what he will share with me."
Zhang Dianyu was silent, who knew that four of you in the Chaoying world could build eight groups.
But today's Stark seems to have revealed too much information, which is a bit strange.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at him, as if he wanted to find clues, but the other party had already pulled down his visor—judging from his voice talking to himself, he was browsing the transmitted information.
"The mopping up is pretty much over—Peter and the Hulk are on their way back. Yes, Hulk, I think it's very bad... wait," Stark's voice suddenly paused, "I found something at the bottom A message, it was... sent to me."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
This pause is very spiritual, as if to say "I have a secret and I won't tell you".
Stark's visor opened, looking awkward.
"Can I... just walk around here?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..." It sounds like a prison is a vegetable market. He glanced back at several charred buildings and sighed slightly, "Please do what you want."
Anyway, whatever Stark wants to do will be displayed on the map, and he is not interested in following.
As for whether to pry into each other's secrets - just kidding, of course.
No matter what these Chaoying plans to do, he has to have a panoramic view anyway, this is his prison.
After Stark left in a hurry, Zhang Dianyu reopened the map and put it aside, and walked to the engineering team who were laying bricks next to the weapon arsenal.
He watched the workers in yellow hard hats laying bricks beside them with great speed and in a way that defied common sense, and he suddenly realized where his skills came from.
On the surface, it seems that he has upgraded a lot, and he can build entities outside the prison-but in fact, isn't this the upgraded version of the workers
Zhang Dianyu was a little confused, not sure whether it was an upgrade or a downgrade.
But this is not a big problem, at least in the future, he can be said to be very sure of chasing escaped prisoners-as long as the other party doesn't like to make troubles in groups like Hydra.
On the map, Pixel Stark hurried to the psychiatric ward after going around in a circle, and stopped a paramedic by the way.
Zhang Dianyu looked at Strange who was sitting in the padded confinement room where the Joyce guards were being held, and suddenly understood the reason.
It turned out that His Excellency the Supreme Master was locked in the confinement room together with his treatment object from the beginning to the end of the incident, and no one could come to open the door for him.
You must know that there is no toilet in Joyce's brig—although most of the brig has been "upgraded" for the use of skills, the padded brig where the mentally ill is held is somewhat difficult for less bright workers. Difficult to handle, Zhang Dianyu intends to put on the body of Mr. Fergus to help himself. After all, although the death rate of pixel workers is not high, there will be occasional losses. Like the pixel guards, they died one less. But since the bill claims that they were all created by him, there may be other ways, and he can try it if he has the opportunity.
All in all, His Excellency the Sorcerer just sat in the brig for hours, with a pair of nerve-damaged hands, in a brig with no toilet, sitting opposite a manic psychopathic lone man - and survived .
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help feeling a little admiration.
The Joyce guard on the map is wearing a bondage suit and leaning against the wall like a mummy. This is mainly because the confinement room only has an area of 1x1, and the bed must not fit in it, and it is impossible to sit down while wearing a restraint suit, so it can only be placed at an angle.
But surprisingly, his mental status bar now seems to have dropped from orange to yellow, which means that he is now in better condition.
Zhang Dianyu was slightly curious about what happened during these unknown hours.