Not long after, the helicopter was lifted onto the roof of the cafeteria. The sun was shining on the new metal skin, making it look less cheap.
A small commotion broke out among the prisoners huddled in the courtyard to let the air out. The spacious cafeteria is the closest to freedom in their prison life. And now, with a helicopter parked on its roof, the bean curd walls look precarious.
Since this period of time, the prisoners who have been in prison have long been familiar with the abnormalities in the prison—but according to the analysis of the big bosses who have been idle after being in prison, at least one thing is certain, so fast The construction speed must be a tofu dregs project.
A black pilot stood next to the helicopter, feeling a little complicated.
He climbed to the roof of the cafeteria through the maintenance ladder. He has carried out many difficult and dangerous missions in his life, but it was the first time to use the canteen as a long-term apron.
The key is that this is in a land of freedom and democracy, not in a war zone lacking supplies.
Zhang Dianyu stood on the path outside the office building and looked at the roof of the cafeteria, and also saw the pilot standing beside him. Judging from his straight standing posture and smooth muscle lines, his resume is probably not fake.
The pilot frowned slightly and looked around at the situation in front of him, looking a little confused.
Zhang Dianyu flipped out from the staff panel and took a look. The pilot's name was Sam Wilson, a former airborne soldier, and his last job was in the Veterans Service.
It has to be said that the job of helicopter pilot escorting prisoners is more suitable for him.
Zhang Dianyu walked to the side of the cafeteria, looked up at the roof, lost in thought.
A voice came from above his head: "You are Mr. Warden here, right? You can go up the inspection ladder over there."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He was really thinking about how to get up there.
Wilson watched the young man in a brown-gray suit and a neatly tied dark red tie climb up the ladder next to him. He felt a little puzzled in his heart, but he didn't show it.
When he first received this task, he did not expect that the legendary Mr. Warden was so young. But he also learned the whole story of some things from the captain, knowing that this private prison was inherited from Mr. Fergus, the teacher of Mr. Warden—the old warden seemed to have many secrets, but in the end he had Sacrificed in the confrontation with Hydra.
For heroes, the captain has never been stingy with praise, which also eased the relationship between him and Stark a little. Originally, after the introduction of the Superhuman Registration Act, the captain resolutely refused to sign it, and at the same time refused to communicate with the prison.
His tough attitude made Stark helpless.
It wasn't until the escape of the Red Skull that he had to participate in the rescue operation and heard the bad news that his attitude finally eased a little. At least he and Stark could sit down and talk occasionally.
This action was decided after the two sides reached an agreement.
Wilson originally planned to come in as a prison guard, and at the same time provide some help when the criminals escape from prison—but the plan couldn’t keep up with the change. After receiving Stark’s notice, they discovered that Mr. Warden had bought half of the prison. Alcatraz.
Although where the money came from is highly doubtful, Wilson's task was temporarily changed to a more important position.
According to the captain's analysis, when the prisoners are transferred by helicopter, it is the most likely time to implement their escape plan.
So Wilson became the pilot of the prison helicopter—fortunately, he was not an ordinary paratrooper and knew a thing or two about flying.
Therefore, more than ten hours after the plan was finalized, he arrived at the prison with the supply vehicle.
On the way, he was already quite surprised by the truck transporting the plane, but when he arrived at the prison, he realized that things were not that simple.
The workers here are actually able to lift the plane with bare hands, and even lift it on the roof.
Although the lifting of the plane is done by several workers - is it really reliable? Even if this cheap helicopter seems to cut corners, it cannot be handled by manpower.
Standing on the roof of the cafeteria, Wilson finally felt the meaning of the captain's words—this prison is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface.
Although the prisoners here are good at digging tunnels, few of them will directly escape violently, because the snipers here are also extraordinary. Although they always looked sleepwalking and stood in a daze on the guard tower, their marksmanship was so accurate that they seemed to be aiming at themselves.
Escaped prisoners have no chance of escaping from the prison gates.
Of course, if there were a large number of them, some of them could escape-but obviously, such self-sacrifice was rare among prisoners, and everyone wanted to sell their teammates to let themselves escape.
Wilson looked at the small courtyard not far away, where the prisoners with ferocious faces were huddled together to let the wind out, but he still didn't forget to stare in his direction with fierce eyes, feeling that his mood was very complicated.
He always felt that the experience in the future would make him remember deeply.
Mr. Warden has climbed onto the roof. He seemed to feel the eyes of the prisoners, so he turned his head and looked in the direction of the courtyard.
The prisoners were not intimidated, but the commotion became more violent. Taking advantage of the overcrowding during the release period, it was difficult to identify who did it, and yelled in the direction of the warden to express their dissatisfaction.
Mr. Warden frowned slightly and thought for a moment, but when he turned to Wilson, his eyebrows were already stretched.
"Sam Wilson?" He seemed to have forgotten the commotion of the prisoners on the other side.
Wilson subconsciously raised his chest and saluted: "Yes, sir, the pilot is reporting to you."
Mr. Warden nodded in response.
Wilson looked at the other party's indifferent expression, and couldn't help but look at the dissatisfied prisoners in the courtyard behind.
"Oh, don't worry." Mr. Warden noticed his gaze and glanced behind him, "It seems that the courtyard is too large—prisoners, if they gather in a space that is too spacious, they will fight."
Wilson: "?" Why does he feel that it seems wrong—isn't it easier to feel offended by narrow public spaces
"I'm thinking of pushing the yard inward by another meter," said the warden, looking at the yard. "Maybe this will give the prisoners more time to think quietly." He turned his head and smiled at Wilson, "What do you think?"
There was a chill on Wilson's back. He suspected that if he gave the wrong answer, he might be secretly dealt with by the warden while sleeping in the dormitory tonight.
As a retired soldier, he is not afraid of tyranny - but the weird prisons everywhere make him feel cold.
This was much more difficult than any mission he had performed before.
Wilson wisely didn't answer, Mr. Warden shook his head: "Forget it, let's let them indulge for a while."
After all, the prison is short of money now, so if it can not be rebuilt, it will not be rebuilt.
Wilson looked slowly at the prisoners huddled together in the courtyard, and had many doubts about the word "indulgence", wondering whether his understanding of the word was wrong.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the map, and it was quite a long way from here to Alcatraz in San Francisco Bay. If the prisoners were to be transferred there one after another, a helicopter was barely enough—but the problem was that the facilities there were in disrepair, and he had to send the engineering team there first.
From the game panel, he could see half of Alcatraz Island. Since opening this sub-prison, a separate island map has appeared on his game panel, but the part connected to the main prison in the middle is black.
As before, he only has the authority to observe the prison, and he cannot see things outside the prison.
From what he saw, the current situation of the buildings on the island is not very optimistic. It has been abandoned for a long time—although it has always been open to the public as a scenic spot, in order to maintain the original flavor of the prison, it will not be renovated.
It will take the engineering team to work its magic to get it back into service.
Zhang Dianyu studied the map again. The entire Alcatraz Island has a long and narrow terrain. On the hillside in the center is the prisoner's cell and the courtyard where the wind is released. From the pier to this part is currently the property under the name of Zhang Dianyu.
But at the foot of the mountain on both sides of the prisoner’s cell, there is an army training ground and an open space, and there are factories, water towers, and a small power plant around the open space—these are not within the scope of the prison’s purchase.
At this time, the part bought by him has banned tourists from entering, but the rest is still open to the public. Many tourists are surrounded outside the barricaded cell, with question marks and angry symbols popping up on their heads, occupying the edge of the map. screen.
Obviously, when you bought a half-price ticket in surprise and didn't read the instructions, you came to the island to visit excitedly, and found that the most important prisoner's cell was closed to the public, the situation in front of you is not difficult to understand.
Zhang Dianyu saw several angry tourists shaking the barbed wire and trying to throw things into the cell.
After a few minutes, they were all taken away by security.
Zhang Dianyu noticed that the security guards on the map were wearing short-sleeved shirt uniforms with the words "Golden Gate National Park", but a line of Stark Industries' logo was added underneath—as the bill said, it seems that Stark bought the scenic spot now right to operate.
To make matters worse, he saw a man with a mustache and sunglasses appearing on the map, standing among the crowd.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He now knew why Stark hadn't chased him to the prison to question his crimes-the future is long.
Zhang Dianyu thought carefully about his current image in Stark's eyes, and felt that things were very pessimistic. Obviously, it is impossible for him to tell Stark that this is a gene pinched by your son himself, not a biochemical product that he secretly used the genes of two people to create.
So his current image may be similar to Luthor who was thrown to the construction site by him to move bricks.
Even before Luthor created a villain, he has already done such a shocking thing - shoot the first bird.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out how to "exonerate".
At this time, it is obviously better to find someone to take the blame—Zhang Dianyu, who was dragging the map randomly, looked at his office.
Miss Rita is still circling around her office, making no constructive suggestions.
In fact, it doesn't matter if Miss Rita is herself or not, what matters is that she provides an important skill - and after her "death", the skill can also be transferred.
Theoretically, only the title can be transferred, but according to Zhang Dianyu's experience, the title will be triggered with a high probability after the skill is used many times. For a long time, he didn't use his skills too many times, so the triggering of the title was more random-after all, his goal and all he wanted in his heart were prisons.
He looked at Wilson in front of him. In fact, he can be regarded as very satisfied with this pilot. The other party looked obviously a qualified retired soldier, with firm eyes and a strong figure, and he should be able to hit a few ordinary prisoners.
As for the super criminals - maybe what he lacks in superpowers, Zhang Dianyu's skills make up for it.
But this incident made him question-if the virtual "lockdown room" he created is far away, will it still work
Zhang Dianyu decided to experiment now.
"Sam, can I call you that?" He looked at Wilson kindly, "Now that you have served as a pilot, I have a task for you—to be the acting warden in charge of Alcatraz Prison. Miss Rita escorted them there."