In order to prevent Strange from being stunned by this Stark who was talking about running the train, Stark took the initiative to undertake the task of explaining the ins and outs of the matter clearly.
Zhang Dianyu stood with his mouth tightly shut and his chest folded in a defensive posture.
In fact, he was really afraid that he would accidentally interject, but ended up saying "I am mentally ill"—thinking of this, he greeted the bill in his heart.
Just when Stark had just started, Zhang Dianyu's cell phone suddenly started to vibrate.
He took it out and took a look, and found that the calling number was Peter.
Zhang Dianyu held his mobile phone in thought for a while, greeted several people in the room, turned on the green staff, walked outside, and pressed the answer button.
"Peter?"
"Mr. Warden!" The person on the other end of the phone spoke quickly, sounding urgent and with a hint of unconcealable excitement.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help showing a little smile, but his voice sounded unmoved: "Didn't I say not to call me right away?"
Peter hesitated a bit: "So... I called you every other day?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He paused for a moment, then suddenly said into the phone, "I'm sorry, Peter."
Peter's voice sounded flustered: "No, no, Mr. Warden... I don't mean to—er, I mean, I'm not blaming you, I'm glad, because..."
Because Mr. Fergus is not dead.
Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment: "Don't tell anyone about this."
"Okay, Mr. Warden." Peter immediately agreed, "Isn't Doctor Strange okay too?"
"..." Zhang Dianyu: "He will know right away."
"Where's Chief Fury?" Peter asked again.
Zhang Dianyu: "Absolutely not."
"As for Dr. Banner, he also cares about you."
Zhang Dianyu: "Try asking again?"
"Goodbye Mr. Warden, I will call you tomorrow." Peter changed his words immediately.
Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath and wanted to refuse, but in the end he couldn't say "don't call me again".
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Dianyu returned to the bedroom and found that Stark had almost finished talking about the situation. He glanced at his watch suspiciously—even if Peter said a few nonsense words like missing, less than five minutes had passed.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the few people in the room—maybe the communication between smart people is so fast.
Stark glanced at Mr. Warden who returned to the room. The black-haired young man had a rare faint smile on his mouth, which made him look quite different from the past. Even without asking the AI butler, he obviously already knew who it was that just called.
Strange glanced at the two of them, and frowned slightly: "I need an empty room for..."
"—operate." Stark said.
Strange looked at Stark with mentally retarded eyes, and said word by word: "—perform a magic ritual."
Stark: "..."
Zhang Dianyu also looked at him slowly with a mentally retarded gaze.
Stark: "...?" He knew that His Excellency the Supreme Mage had nothing but his wallet to be really honest.
According to Strange's request, the venue cannot be chosen in the prison. Because as we all know, all unnatural abilities are forbidden here.
So they chose Alcatraz as the location.
After all, in Zhang Dianyu's vision, Alcatraz Island is also the place where super criminals will be detained in the future. It can be said that it is just right to enter the so-called "sandbox" from here.
And next door to the prison is Stark's place, which made neither of them object.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, and it just so happened that Shark King agreed to be the underwater guard of Alcatraz not long ago, so he could take him there to familiarize himself with the environment first.
Of course, Zhang Dianyu was not worried that he would run away—after all, he would be the only criminal there. As far as Zhang Dianyu knew, Stark had already deployed his armor around Alcatraz when he took over Alcatraz, while monitoring and intercepting criminals.
However, due to the poor environment of Alcatraz, it has not been put into use so far.
In fact, Stark had known Alcatraz for a long time, and he even thought about buying it—but the federal government was unwilling to give up such a famous scenic spot, but it fell into the hands of the warden.
At that time, he was even a little worried. According to the degree of stinginess of the warden, whether this prison, which was abandoned in the 1960s, would be directly used to detain prisoners—then wouldn’t this place become a water park for criminals? Come whenever you want You can leave if you want.
In order to prevent prisoners from escaping on a large scale, Stark brought all the technology he provided to S.H.I.E.L.D. to build a raft prison, hoping that Mr. Warden would be tempted by his high-tech.
But Mr. Warden was unmoved by the glass window, and he didn’t actually have much confidence—unexpectedly, the warden directly asked him a difficult problem, which even made him feel a little eager to try.
It is impossible for him not to have imagined a virtual reality network social platform, a scene in a science fiction novel.
But ahead of it there are countless troubles waiting for him to solve. From the moment he walked out of the cave in Afghanistan, it seemed that everything about him no longer belonged to him.
He should have died under the missiles he made, but he didn't. He knew that he was alive for a reason, that there must be something waiting for him to do - he just didn't know it yet.
Perhaps, he thought he could be a bridge between the Premier League and the government, but even his closest teammates didn't believe him.
He chooses to be alone to complete his mission, no matter what lies ahead.
It's nothing more than a world-famous break with a close friend-or what the missile that was close at hand but failed to take his life should have accomplished.
What he didn't tell the warden was that the bill took him to the depths of the desert in another world. There lies that Stark's secret, all his memories. He kept a memory backup for himself, and those pasts refilled his brain without waking him up.
The desert in his dream is where he starts again. He thought he was digging things in the sand every day that attracted him—but in fact, he buried them.
His friend had already re-uploaded the memory backup to his brain, but he was unwilling to accept that memory and got lost in that desert.
He protected the registry of superhumans he wanted to guard, and he had reason to retire.
Unless there's another mess he's left behind that he needs to come alive and take responsibility for.
This is why Stark agreed to take him to another world - he doesn't need others to help guard his world, even if the other party is another self. But if this can wake up that Stark, it's not a bad idea.
Stark glanced at the black-haired boy who was strolling leisurely with his hands in his pockets, and felt that Stark, the bitter and vengeful parallel universe described in the bill, might be another person.
Wilson was called out for a temporary night mission—to send them to Alcatraz.
The Quinjet has been parked on the roof of the cafeteria for more than a day, dwarfing the cheap helicopters in the corner.
The moment he saw Stark, Wilson, who was sitting in the driver's seat, took off his sunglasses in surprise: "Mr. Stark?"
Stark gave him an inscrutable look: "It's night, Sam."
Wilson shrugged: "I'm a pilot, I have the right to wear this thing now—God," he looked around, no one noticed the conversation between them, and then said in a low voice: "Captain, they are in a hurry , you haven’t shown up for 36 hours.”
Stark coughed: "I was a little... hypoglycemic and passed out."
Wilson looked stunned. "Did you die from hypoglycemia for such a long time?"
Stark: "..."
This is too straightforward.
"Captain heard that you have been on Alcatraz Island recently, and has already set off to find you there." Wilson put on his sunglasses again, "Maybe you can just meet up."
Stark was lost in thought. He needed to find an excuse to prevent the captain from seeing Strange's ceremony—otherwise, if the other party asked about the reason, the identity of the warden would be exposed.
Although the warden deliberately told Peter the truth, he was not very resistant to exposing himself. But he was exposed twice within a few hours, and I felt a little sorry.
Stark glanced at Wilson cautiously, but didn't say much.
After all, the relationship between him and the captain was a little tense during this period. This newly promoted player seemed to admire the captain very much and was more willing to follow the captain's instructions.
He decided to discuss the matter privately with Strange and the warden after he landed on Alcatraz, to see if he could avoid the captain's eyes and ears. After all, talking on the Quinjet fighter plane is very likely to be heard by Wilson on the side.
Stark found a seat in silence and sat down, next to the warden and the black-haired boy who was leaning on the car window leisurely.
"Mr. Warden, you look a little nervous." The boy suddenly turned his head and said to the serious young man next to him.
Stark took a closer look at Mr. Warden—it has to be said that Stark in another world seems to be one step ahead in observing words and expressions, and he didn't see any tension from the calm Mr. Warden. .
However, the warden's answer affirmed another Stark's judgment.
"I... have never been on a plane before." Zhang Dianyu said with a straight face.
"No." The dark-haired boy denied it without thinking, "It's true that you haven't been on a plane much—but you haven't been out of prison much."
Zhang Dianyu was silent.
This Stark's power of observation made him a little uncomfortable. Even though he had been out of prison several times, every time he felt a little strange, as if he had lost something.
Perhaps, as the bill says, he was created for this, and he is inseparable from the prison.
Zhang Dianyu was thinking wildly, and met Stark's gaze.
He was silent for a few seconds, raised his hand and rubbed his cheek: "Is there something on my face?"
"..." Stark: "Sorry."
Before he knew it, he realized that he had known Mr. Warden for some time—and gradually understood what some of Mr. Warden's reactions meant.
Sitting with no expression on his face means he is slowly exploding with all negative emotions, including anger and discomfort. And when he smiles—often you can't be suspicious because of his somewhat bleak aura, he just really smiles.
Stark couldn't help laughing.
Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark next to him inexplicably, and felt that there were two psychopaths sitting beside him—coincidentally, they were both called Tony Stark.
The last thing to be put on the jet is a huge water tank-this is a makeshift cell for the Shark King. After all, the cells on Alcatraz haven't been put into use yet.
But in fact, on the day Stark was in a coma, the engineering team had already started working on the island.
With the speed of the engineering team, Zhang Dianyu has already seen that many prison cells have been displayed as available on the map of the game panel.
It's just that since Shark King agreed to cooperate, he can at least be given some preferential treatment for the time being—from a simple point of view, he is a shark and he definitely likes water more.
Zhang Dianyu's theory left Stark speechless, and Strange also showed an inscrutable expression.
"I don't know," Stark said to Zhang Dianyu in a place out of the Supreme Master's hearing. "He often shows such an expression. Maybe it's because the diet in the Holy of Holies can easily cause constipation."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
After the Shark King's water tank was fixed, the Quin-type fighter slowly lifted off the ground and rushed into the night.
Zhang Dianyu opened the map.
For the past few days, Miss Rita has been arranged on Alcatraz Island, and she doesn't know what she's doing at this time. After all, the engineering team will work at their own pace, and Miss Rita doesn't need to direct anything.
All of Zhang Dianyu's thoughts were on the scarecrow who was about to come to the interview and Stark when he would wake up, and he didn't have time to care about Miss Rita's affairs and the construction progress of Alcatraz.
The speed of the Quinjet fighter was very fast, and within half an hour, he felt that he was landing.
When we got off the plane, there was no one in the square, and Miss Rita didn't come out to greet Mr. Warden even in person. Wilson felt a little strange—he was very puzzled by the relationship between Mr. Warden and Miss Rita. In the past few days, he heard various versions of rumors, including that they were separated siblings and former lovers, and some were even worse. After all, Miss Rita had a mysterious and bloody whip in her hand.
Wilson also tried to observe the whip—now that it is a legal society, is this thing really necessary
He couldn't help but looked at Mr. Warden next to him with puzzled eyes.
Zhang Dianyu also felt Wilson's gaze, and he looked back suspiciously, but the other party quickly looked away.
Zhang Dianyu: "...?"
He's seen some of this kind of gaze before—wait a minute, is there something wrong
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
Wilson, too, was lost in thought—apparently, he was still thinking about Miss Rita's whip.
There was no one in the prison at this time, obviously the captain and the others hadn't arrived yet. Miss Rita is also in her office and lounge—I have to say, from this point of view, his habits are quite similar to those of Mr. Warden, and he seems to be a bit masochistic.
But their relationship looks bad again.
More than ten minutes had passed. Wilson looked at the lights in the office and found that Miss Rita was still motionless.
"Mr. Warden... Do you need me to ask Miss Rita to come out?" He hesitated and asked.
After all, it was the first time for Mr. Warden to set foot on Alcatraz—as the acting warden assigned here, he might be waiting for Miss Rita to come out and explain something.
Zhang Dianyu was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "No need."
Wilson nodded and said nothing more.
Stark coughed, stared at Wilson's leaving back, winked at Zhang Dianyu, and motioned for him to follow.
"Mr. Stark, what's the matter?" Zhang Dianyu asked strangely after following Stark around a corner.
"I... Well, I heard that the captain may come to visit me, so I will try to lure him away later, so as not to affect the ceremony you are going to perform."
Zhang Dianyu paused: "Then you don't plan to go to the 'sandbox' world with us?"
Stark nodded: "I'm here to deal with the captain." To be honest, he didn't really want to meet the other self. The other Stark who lost his memory would be fine, if it was the Stark who recovered his memory—although he didn't know if he would succeed, he always felt a little uncomfortable.
And there is no need to talk, he has already understood what the other party thinks.
A scream came from a distance, breaking the silence and thick night.