Whether it was day or night, the interrogation room seemed a little dark.
But even if it is not here, there is no window in the prison—the original window in the office was sent by Zhang Dianyu to the small courtyard where the prisoners were transferred.
The effect of the anesthetic had not been fully relieved, and a man with his head bowed sitting under the dim light seemed a little tired. Zhang Dianyu gently sat across the interrogation table, glanced at the gleaming handcuffs on the man's wrist, and raised his hand to signal the guard to leave.
He didn't want to do this at first, but when he saw Magneto from the game panel, he found that the completion of the task of recovering the escaped prisoner became 3/5, and then remembered to establish a secret mutant juvenile offender correctional center This subsidy order has not really been completed so far.
One of these is a requirement that existing guards and staff not be made aware of the establishment.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the subsidy panel and fell into deep thought—so, Ferry can know, but his little pixel workers can't
The man on the other side of the interrogation table inadvertently raised his head slightly, his dark blue eyes fixed on the young warden opposite. The other party didn't speak first, and neither would he.
The black-haired young man sat quietly opposite him, his gaze stayed in the air, as if he was a little careless.
"Wait," Zhang Dianyu suddenly stopped the guard who was about to leave, "Search him."
Just now, a paperclip bigger than his head suddenly appeared in the hand of Magneto on the map. If you can't see it, you can only say that Zhang Dianyu is blind.
He was taken aback—if the other party could quickly uncuff his handcuffs after the guards left, seeing his smooth and explosive muscle lines under the prison uniform, he could break his own neck in a few seconds.
Although Zhang Dianyu still has new skills, but the number of times he uses them is very small, and he doesn't have much confidence in his heart.
The guard stopped in his tracks, took out his stun gun, walked towards the man opposite the interrogation table, pressed him on the table and searched him. Perhaps due to the deterrent effect of the weapon, the opponent did not resist. After a while, the hidden paper clip was found.
Zhang Dianyu took the small pin from the guard and waved his hand to signal that they could leave.
Although the stolen goods can be used for auction and disposal, he is not so mad that he has to hang up a paper clip to sell second-hand on the Internet.
In fact, the main reason is that no one buys it, and it is not worth the money.
There were only the two of them left in the interrogation room. Magneto's prison uniform and hair were a bit messy, but his sharp eyes almost pierced Zhang Dianyu.
Zhang Dianyu felt a big "fuck" in his heart.
This looks very bad.
He played with the paper clip in his hand, met Magneto's gaze, and slightly twitched the corners of his mouth: "It looks—you want to kill me?"
If he wants to escape from prison, there is no need to take out tools and uncuff the handcuffs on the spot, and it is not a performance of an escape master.
The sceneman behind the interrogation table, the leader of the mutants, and the lover of gay purple slowly sat back on the creaking broken chair, and slowly glanced at Zhang Dianyu with a condescending expression, with a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth: "Prison Why does Mr. Chang think that someone doesn't want to kill you?"
Zhang Dianyu thought about it for a while, and his words were completely nonsense: "You may have overestimated my attractiveness, and not so many people have this desire."
Forget about the Joker's psychopathic thoughts—the Red Skull is only interested in his "superpowers," and the Ogre is even happily cooking in prison.
Although outrageous, so far no one really wants to kill him.
Zhang Dianyu found it strange when he thought about it carefully, but he was telling the truth.
Magneto's expression gradually cooled down, and he stared at the opposite Mr. Warden with a dark gaze.
"I think there is some misunderstanding between us." Zhang Dianyu said kindly. He thought of a way—those mutant children must not be thrown in the prison casually, and the employees of the correctional center opposite cannot be hired at this time. Is it possible to let these little kids who dare to endanger the society with a little super power tear down their homes freely
This is absolutely not okay.
Then there was a ready-made candidate in front of him-no need to hide the identity of the mutant teenagers from him, and he didn't even need to pay a salary.
Theoretically speaking, prisoners serving hard labor in prisons also need to be paid, but compared with real employees, it is almost negligible.
This is why Zhang Dianyu's attitude towards Magneto suddenly changed 360 degrees.
But he still has a problem - how can we ensure that they are self-governing on the opposite side without all breaking out of prison within the first night
Unlike normal inmates, juvenile correctional centers for mutants forbid shooting criminals. And neither the kids nor the newcomers, unlike the original pixel prisoners—or failure samples—are real humans.
After learning this, Zhang Dianyu regretfully turned off the free fire.
Although most of the inmates who entered the prison had committed a lot of crimes-this can be seen from their files-it is not the end of the crime. At the same time, he also faced a serious new problem.
No wonder Stark paid money and equipment to let him reduce the escape rate of the prison. This is not the professionalism of an NPC, but for the real world, letting these people return to society will always cause trouble again.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and his brows gradually relaxed.
According to the bill, there are still a group of people who are going to be imprisoned. They also belong to people with special abilities, but they hate crimes—then since it is temporarily impossible to fight criminals outside the prison, it is okay inside the prison.
In order to avoid getting out of prison and feel unfamiliar, it is perfect to develop more interactions with prisoners here and reduce some time in custody.
Zhang Dianyu slowly smiled.
And the face of Magneto on the opposite side was even uglier.
"Misunderstanding?" He repeated word for word, showing a sarcastic smile, "Is the confinement room a misunderstanding?"
"Oh, about this." Zhang Dianyu didn't change his face, "Because I don't think the leaders of the mutant movement should be locked up with those criminals, don't they?"