Zhang Dianyu saw Wilson's expression, which was in stark contrast to Stark's subtle expression next to him.
"..."
He pondered for a moment, then moved the body back.
Unexpectedly, Wilson's expression was even more wrong.
Stark: "... Forget it, I'll take it and eat it."
So the two leaned against their desks and each took a piece of pizza from the box, and invited Wilson to have breakfast with Wilson's dazed and puzzled eyes.
Wilson bid farewell.
After his footsteps disappeared, Stark turned to Zhang Dianyu: "You scared Wilson away."
Zhang Dianyu paused slightly for holding the pizza.
"Don't worry," Stark said, looking out, "he'll get used to it."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Stark looked at the corpse of Miss Rita lying on the desk again, and asked in silence, "So... what happened to this corpse? Why did you invite me to... study the corpse?"
It feels weird to say that.
Zhang Dianyu thought about it for a while, and felt that there are some things that he can't confess - after all, maybe Stark can use his clever mind to help him solve the problem of this long-range skill.
This skill is too important for him.
He briefly described how he inherited the title, leaving Stark dumbfounded.
"So that's why you... kissed the dead body of Mr. Fergus?"
Zhang Dianyu nodded.
Stark: "..." One of the many small question marks in his mind was finally gone—to be honest, even after knowing the secret of Mr. Warden, there were many questions piled up in his mind.
He had a hunch that it would take a long time to decipher these question marks one by one.
After all, Mr. Warden doesn't seem to think there's anything wrong with him—and in a way, he's right.
But regarding the warden's question... He doesn't seem to have any good suggestions.
"Otherwise, you kiss the corpse again?" Stark said tentatively.
Zhang Dianyu looked at him disappointedly: "I tried it a long time ago."
"..." Stark's Adam's apple rolled: "Really...but it's still a corpse after all."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
While the two were racking their brains, Wilson lay on his bed in the staff dormitory for the construction team not far away and dialed an unknown number.
It may sound odd to "dial" an unknown number, but it is. "Sam."
The tone of the person who answered the phone was calm and gentle, as if it could bring people a sense of calmness.
"Captain, I don't think the problem is Mr. Warden... I found something else." Wilson glanced outside. It was creepy enough that construction crews would work all night, too—but he had learned to ignore it, and it made him sometimes horrified and funny thinking about it.
The captain on the phone was silent for a while: "What is it?"
"It's about Stark. Do you remember that he told other people in the Avengers that he would solve the demands of Congress alone and give everyone a satisfactory answer to the bill?" Wilson said to the phone in a low voice.
"certainly."
"I don't think it's that simple, captain, he might indeed have—a little mental problem. I mean, I don't have any complaints about Tony, but I think he should see a psychiatrist." Wilson considered his words. As an "ordinary" soldier, he is not good at words, which is especially difficult at this time.
Fortunately, the captain understood what he meant, but he paused for a while, and his tone sounded a bit slow.
"But Sam, you know I had a bad conversation with Tony last night."
"I know it's because of his mental condition," Wilson said.
The person on the phone was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking. After a while, the captain replied: "I see, Sam, I will consider this matter."
Wilson breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, he has not been a member of the newly formed Avengers for a long time, and the only person he is most familiar with is Captain America Steve Rogers. This is not just because they often meet on morning jogs, but more because they have similar identities.
Fortunately, the captain could indeed understand what he was thinking.
After hanging up Wilson's phone, Rogers, who had taken off the S.H.I.E.L.D. armband, sat silently in the room.
After leaving Alcatraz, he had also broken with Nick Fury on the Quinjet fighter, so he left halfway.
There was some resistance in his heart to go back to Alcatraz, but a voice in his heart told him that Tony was in a bad situation—it was said that Mr. Warden was not in a healthy state of mind, and Tony was with him now.
After thinking for a moment, Rogers made his decision.
This time he took the ferry back to Alcatraz—fortunately, the distance was not far, and it took him just over half an hour to get on the ferry.
It was still early in the morning, there were not many people on board, and the team was not too long. He bought a ticket on the pier, bought a baseball cap and a sweater with the words "I love SF" by the way, and boarded the ferry among the tourists.
The original dissatisfaction with Tony was temporarily suppressed after hearing that he was not in a good mental state recently - but he knew that if he asked him in person, Tony would probably insist on talking nonsense, so he simply pretended to be a tourist to find out about the situation.
Twenty minutes later, he re-boarded the pier of Alcatraz.
At this time, it is already the opening time of the scenic spot, and tourists are wandering around the island one after another.
Rogers first followed the map to find the office of the scenic spot where they talked before, and found that Tony was obviously not there, so he walked around the island by the way—obviously, he was not in other places in the scenic spot.
So if he hasn't left yet, it means that he may be staying with Mr. Warden in a part of the prison that is not open to the public.
However, the short tour also made him frown - when he came last night, he couldn't see the whole picture of Alcatraz Island, but today he saw it clearly. The scenery here is pleasant, and you can even see the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. But the facilities are old and crude, obviously not qualified as a prison.
He could see the familiar engineering team repairing the fence in the distance, but would this really make it capable of holding super criminals
Rogers was a little apprehensive.
But this did not affect his ability to jump over a fence that was relatively low compared to the surroundings, and touched into the prison area.
As a prison, the structure of Alcatraz is not complicated, and next to the cell is his destination, the small office that looks a bit dilapidated.
Rogers was thinking about how to approach there to inquire about the situation—his eyes fell on the engineering team workers in yellow coats.
Just as he was about to reach over to "borrow" a suit, the office door suddenly opened.
Rogers quickly ducked back, letting the wall hide his figure.
The people who came out were Mr. Warden and Tony Stark. But to his surprise, the warden held last night's corpse in his hands, but the gloom on his face was swept away—in fact, the appearance of the two talking could even be called pleasant.
Rogers: "...?" He began to trust Wilson's judgment.
"No, I'll do the undressing," he heard the warden say. "After all, it's my body."
"What are you talking about, you are not a woman." Stark's voice came.
The question marks in Rogers' mind exploded like fireworks.
He understands the truth, why would he hold the corpse and talk about this kind of issue
When his figure suddenly stood in front of the two of them, Stark looked a little surprised and looked left and right: "...captain?"
Rogers felt that for a moment, if he read correctly, the expression on Tony's face might be called surprise.
This made him feel guilty for no reason—and suppressed it immediately.
"Tony, you need to go back with me to the doctor."
Stark retorted almost automatically: "I don't need a doctor—wait, what doctor? But—oh yeah, figured this out, I don't need a doctor."
"Psychiatrist," Rogers said firmly.
Stark: "?"
Zhang Dianyu caught the ridicule in his throat in time and turned it into a cough.
He turned to Stark next to him expressionlessly: "In that case, I won't bother you and Mr. Rogers."
"And you ... better too, Mr. Warden," Rogers added, "but of course, it's just a suggestion—no, not for you, Tony."
Stark: "???"
Of course Zhang Dianyu rejected Rogers' proposal, and Stark was taken away by Rogers amid strong opposition.
"It's all your fault."
Before leaving, he left such a sentence.
Zhang Dianyu carried Rita back to the office.
"You know you can ask me directly." A voice came from the corner, making Zhang Dianyu look up.
Bill didn't say much since he came back, and most of the time he just stood aside and watched him silently, which always made Zhang Dianyu feel a little problematic.
"I thought you would give up this body when you came back." Zhang Dianyu glanced at him, "Then, how can I get back Miss Rita's skills?"
"You can't," Bill replied simply.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He slumped back to the chair behind the desk, feeling a little disappointed.
Miss Rita's skills were very useful to him, and losing this was something he hadn't expected.
"In addition, you put Harley Quinn's confinement room underwater, and the air is already close to the critical value." Bill said calmly beside her.
Zhang Dianyu: "...?"
He does seem to have forgotten about it.
In a fit of desperation last night, he sent Shark King and Quinn one to the sky and the other to the bottom of the sea. King Shark was put back in the tank due to being too noisy in the morning, and a brig was set up inside, but Quinn was forgotten by him.
However, the tourists had already arrived on the island at this time, so it seemed wrong to fish them out in full view.
The point is Quinn she has no clothes on...
Zhang Dianyu checked Quinn's state and found that she had lost consciousness at this time—he thought for a while, and simply sent her to the surface of the sea, and then organized an engineering team to rescue her.
The onlookers jumped up and down flexibly to take pictures under the obstruction of the security guards.
In any case, Zhang Dianyu reasonably waited until the arrival of the police, and then handed over the murderers who killed Miss Rita, the acting warden, to the police for temporary custody.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and when he returned to the office, he found that Bill's eyes were like two small lights, looking at him faintly.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the black-haired boy, who handed him a small knife.
"?" Zhang Dianyu didn't answer: "Don't you mean..."
"Miss Rita is dead, don't you need to start a new second character?" Bill's tone was as calm as asking him if he wanted another sandwich.
In fact, Zhang Dianyu also thought a little bit.
But Miss Rita's bones were not cold, so he followed her to die in love, which is probably not very good.
However, since the bill raised this question on its own initiative, it is obvious that things are not that simple-"Did you fiddle with the choice of the next role again?"
Bill was silent.
Zhang Dianyu remembered the last time it said that it had used up an agreement with the world, so this time it used up another opportunity
Bill raised his face to look at Zhang Dianyu, and nodded slowly.
"So how many agreements do you have with the world?" Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath and asked.
"Three," Bill replied, "but all must concern you."
Zhang Dianyu: "..." He was speechless for a moment.
However, it is always good to be able to solve the immediate urgent need, but he still struggled to ask: "Is there a possibility that this agreement can be used to revive Miss Rita?"
"It is absolutely impossible to resurrect the dead." Bill shook his head.
"Then just transfer her skills to me?" Zhang Dianyu asked hopefully.
"Neither." Bill replied simply.
"Well, I want to know what you chose." Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, "No, I think you have to tell me now—I don't believe you, since there are only three chances, I think we should use it On the right track."
"He's an interrogation expert." Bill also answered him, "He should be very useful for the next situation."
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, the meaning of the bill should mean that after the implementation of the Super Human Registration Act, there will be many scenes where superhumans hiding in the ground will need to be interrogated, but—"Wait, I'm a warden, What I need to maintain is that my prison is running, interrogation is the business of the police, and sending people to prison is the business of the courts, what does this have to do with me?"
"But it's a way to help you lower your escape rate," Bill looked at him and said, "do you remember that rule—when the deficit time in the prison exceeds one-third of the total time, you will-"
"—lose everything and start over as a prisoner, I know." Zhang Dianyu interrupted the law and said, "But even if I can interrogate the prisoners who are planning to escape, such a prison can't lock them up. "
He spread his hands and asked an essential question: "You said that Stark in another universe imprisoned his opponents in negative space, and even there, they were eventually found and attacked by another group of superheroes. Go in. An ordinary prison like this can't hold the prisoners."
"Prison ratings," the bill said succinctly, "that's how prisons improve security."
Zhang Dianyu stood up from the chair: "Are you joking?"
"That's still on the plan list," Bill replied, "but it doesn't make much sense to me, so it's at the back."
"The prison rating doesn't move at all, how can I improve it?" Zhang Dianyu looked at the to-do list, then frowned, and met Bill's eyes.
"You see, under the reformation education program that the prison has never cut back from the beginning, the number of parole prisoners has been rising, and the recidivism rate has been met." The bill said, "as long as you put some unreasonable Detention—like the removal of long-term confinement for clowns, etc., plus the additional requirement of recovering 10 escaped prisoners at the end, the prison rating can be quickly improved.”
Zhang Dianyu exchanged a glance with him and understood what he meant.
On top of that, when more prisoners are in jail, that means more prisoners are breaking out - which also means that getting them back can quickly complete the mission.
Zhang Dianyu doesn't know how much the current situation can sustain him to raise the prison rating, but he is already eager to try.
"Listen," he glanced at Bill, "the role of the interrogation expert, you can delay him a little bit."
Bill blinked his blue eyes.
"I don't think an interrogation expert is suitable for chasing prisoners." Zhang Dianyu explained briefly, "The most important thing is, I don't want him to die as easily as Rita in the process of chasing prisoners."
The role of interrogation expert does not seem to be more to his liking than Miss Rita's remote control skills, but since this is also a role specially selected by the law to be useful, at least it should not die easily in this situation.
Zhang Dianyu will feel heartache.
"Are you ready to die?" Bill asked, looking at him.
"... I think what you said sounds a bit wrong." Zhang Dianyu glanced at the black-haired boy, "Theoretically, I didn't die, but I just used death to start a new role."
Bill nodded.
Zhang Dianyu looked at 1/10 on his to-do list—just recovering 9 escaped prisoners before he could raise his prison rating by one level.
That sounds like a great deal.
He stroked his neck and grinned.
In the shabby little office, the sunlight outside the window fell on Miss Rita's body which was put back on the desk.
Maybe having a window is really a good thing, Zhang Dianyu thought.
Stark didn't show up for a few days after being taken away by Rogers, and Zhang Dianyu also brought Shark King back to the prison, and let the engineering team that had already started building the wall turn to redecorate the prisoner's dormitory.
Since he can have more protection systems after the prison rating is improved, it is better to repair the prisoner's dormitory first.
Anyway, he didn't intend to improve the treatment of the prisoners.
After all, the prisoners who were able to be taken to the island were not good people themselves. The losses they caused could be calculated to eat bacon every day-they themselves gave up this opportunity.
After Zhang Dianyu returned to the prison, he specifically notified Strange, asking him to pay more attention to Dr. Klein.
And Strange's feedback also confuses him - not only did the Scarecrow not cause trouble in the prison, but he began to receive every patient seriously, and began to provide them with psychiatric treatment.
"I don't think he's well-intentioned," said Strange solemnly, wearing an apron.
Zhang Dianyu nodded in agreement.
But no matter what Klein's plans are, at least Strange should be able to deal with them - anyway, they are about the same in terms of physical strength. Maybe Strange's arm strength has been exercised for the prisoners recently, and he can still be slightly better. Woolen cloth.
As for fear—is it appropriate to speak to the Sorcerer Supreme
In order to hunt down the escaped prisoners, Zhang Dianyu increased the frequency of the guards' inspections of the toilets, and temporarily gave the killer Crocodile a few days off.
Everything is ready, especially the sewer.
Zhang Dianyu even specially made a battle suit for himself—in fact, it was just Mr. Fergus’s brown-gray trench coat, plus a cat mask bought from the shop in Untitled Town, and tied a few times around his head with a tie. Circle as reinforcement.
When Zhang Dianyu saw the jailbreak alarm on the game panel for the first time, Zhang Dianyu admired his appearance in the mirror in the closet.
It looked like an unlit match.
He silently closed the wardrobe.
But whether it looks good is one thing, and whether it works is another matter-Stark visited two weeks later, and seemed to finally get rid of Captain America's concerns.
"My God, my personal nanny when I was fourteen didn't ask as many questions as he did." Stark sat down on the sofa and complained to Zhang Dianyu.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "Shouldn't you be in a boarding school when you were fourteen? So the nanny went to school with you?"
Stark quickly changed the subject: "So, I found something good recently." He threw out a newspaper, "What is the relationship between this mysterious car man and the enthusiastic death-death crowd that emerged in California—forget it , let me just say it, isn’t it you at this glance?”
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He spread out the newspaper expressionlessly, and asked slowly, "Who came up with this nickname?"
"A person with the ID of 'phishing law enforcement victim' on the dark web was exposed, saying that this mysterious person often appeared near the prison, and he intercepted his escape twice. This person looks like a novice superpower, because he He would be killed by escaped prisoners every time, but after a few days he would be active again near the prison, and enthusiastic citizens are advised to actively report his whereabouts to the local police.”
Many question marks rose in Zhang Dianyu's head. Is this reasonable? The prisoner suggested that the citizens report the vigilante
Stark caught the doubt on his face, sighed and said, "Mr. Warden, you must not have watched the news much recently, have you?"
Zhang Dianyu was silent, he didn't have time to watch the news, he was busy chasing escaped prisoners.
Stark looked at him and said, "The Superhuman Registration Act has been officially implemented—as far as I know, a large number of prison vans are already on the road to California."
Zhang Dianyu said "Oh" and his eyes lit up slightly.
"..." Stark saw a clue: "Mr. Warden, to be honest, what the hell is this car crasher doing?"
Zhang Dianyu glanced at him: "... I need to hunt down the escaped prisoners and use them to improve the prison rating—a way to strengthen the prison's protection."
Stark was silent for a moment: "Those...are you the enthusiastic crowd who chased after the prisoners and stopped the prisoners with their lives?"
Zhang Dianyu: "It was quite successful."
The current prison rating has been raised to 4 points, and I don't know how much room there is for improvement.
Including subsidy tasks and preventive measures, they will be upgraded accordingly. But Zhang Dianyu found that things were obviously not as good as he had imagined—the prison’s rating opened up some new staff training, for example, he could then hire staff for the secret mutant juvenile offender correctional center next door, but strict and complicated screening was required, and Confidentiality training—but he didn't feel much of a benefit when it came to subsidizing tasks.
After all, the hard labor that prison inmates can participate in is nothing more than construction work, no matter how high it is, it won't be much higher.
Stark stood up and took two steps in the office, then sat back on the sofa, staring at the newspaper in his hand for a while.
On the front page was the corpse of an enthusiastic citizen who was trying to stop the prisoner and was blown up by a gasoline barrel. The stumps and broken arms were all numbered, but it still looked a little bloody.
Stark was silent for a while, and looked up at Mr. Warden who was sitting behind his desk as if nothing had happened.
"That looks like a bit of a pain."
This sentence was unexpected by Zhang Dianyu. He raised his head to meet Stark's gaze, and seemed a little uncomfortable with such a situation.
"really."
He shrugged and said suddenly, "I want to add a window to the office, what do you think?"
This sentence was also unexpected for Stark. He looked at the office surrounded by walls, and nodded in agreement: "It should be."
Zhang Dianyu smiled.
"I have some ideas about Alcatraz." Stark looked at him and said, "We can deploy some equipment first, and then jointly carry out some businesses with the scenic spot, such as..."
He stopped to think for a while, but heard Mr. Warden interrupted suddenly: "—like opening an amusement park?"
Stark froze slightly.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Warden still remembered that amusement park. What he originally wanted to say was to open a virtual scenic spot and let the prisoners serving hard labor serve as tour guides to introduce the prison, which might make tourists feel a little more exciting.
But amusement parks are not out of the question.
He nodded to Mr. Warden: "I originally planned to open the virtual prison scenic spot, so the manpower is already sufficient. If it is an amusement park, maybe we need to hire some employees-but this can be handed over to the people below to take care of it." .”
Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark and asked, "The employees of that amusement park, are they still there?"
He still couldn't let go of the dilapidated scene he saw in the amusement park last time. From the director to the staff below, they all lost their jobs together.
That has nothing to do with him.
Zhang Dianyu's words made Stark think for a moment, and nodded slightly: "At the beginning, the employees of the amusement park were also taken over by Stark Industries, but some have not been arranged." After all, the virtual amusement park does not need to be like the original So many hands.
And most importantly, wouldn't their feature be a combination prison, allowing visitors to experience the thrill of coming face-to-face with super criminals
It must be more exciting than riding a roller coaster.
The most important thing is safety.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "I plan to deploy 50 devices in the prison first, and then expand slowly after the virtual park has business income." He strives to send all the troublesome prisoners there as soon as possible.
Stark was slightly taken aback, this is 20 million US dollars, when did Mr. Warden become so rich
"Subsidy order." Zhang Dianyu seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and tapped the document on the table with his knuckles.
But Stark knows more than that.
If the subsidy order could bring in so much income, then it should have been possible in the first place, and the prison would not be in such an embarrassing situation.
Stark couldn't help but glanced at the newspaper again.
Following his gaze, Zhang Dianyu saw the somewhat familiar body on the front page, and could only shrug his shoulders: "...it has something to do with that too."
After raising the prison rating, he sent all the prisoners who scored above the standard to work. The rest of the prisoners were not idle either, and were basically actively escaping from the prison.
If this was the same game as before, Zhang Dianyu would definitely feel that he opened the console and modified the prisoners' tendency to escape.
But it turns out that the prisoners in this prison have been trying tirelessly to escape for a long time.
But despite this, the total assets of the prison are not 20 million, so there is no need to make this matter so clear to Stark—after all, poverty can be said to be a thorn in Zhang Dianyu's heart. It's just that both the bill and Stark have confirmed that the "prisoners" who were arrested due to the superhuman registration act are already on their way.
Who they are is not important to Zhang Dianyu at the moment, the important thing is that with their arrival, the subsidies for the prisoners will be in place soon, that is to say, he intends to use all the assets of the prison to take over the brains of Alcatraz Island first. Bargaining equipment is complete, and the restless prisoners will be arranged as soon as possible.
It can even generate income for the prison.
Thinking of this, Zhang Dianyu felt that the chest that was pierced just a few hours ago did not hurt so much anymore.
Stark threw the newspaper on the sofa, stood up and walked to the desk, frowning and looking straight at the opposite Mr. Warden who was in deep thought from time to time.
"If you need help, you can come to me anytime." He glanced down. "You have my number."
Zhang Dianyu nodded.
But in fact, he didn’t watch the news at all—he often saw some pictures on the TV above when he passed by the cafeteria in a hurry, and there seemed to be Stark’s figure in it, surrounded by a group of reporters and security guards. Layers of protest crowds holding signs.
Zhang Dianyu stopped for a moment to read the writing on it.
He thought those were all superhumans who opposed the superhuman registration act, but it turned out that he was thinking too much—or thinking too little.
In fact, it is people protesting that superpowers are crowding out their normal living space.
In this case, he obviously couldn't ask Stark to help hunt down the prisoner-and what they said when they met today can only be regarded as a joke, but the relationship between Rogers and Stark does seem to be different. ease.
But he still hasn't appeared in the news again.
The media criticized Captain America and some of the opponents he led, as if it could hurt them.
Zhang Dianyu shook his head, casually walked into the cafeteria and turned off the TV amid the uproar of the prisoners, and then went back to prepare for his death.
Anyway, he is the warden, and the prisoners dare not speak out when they are angry.
Stark looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "Do you need me to make a uniform for you?"
"I already have—" Zhang Dianyu said halfway subconsciously, only to realize that the meaning of this sentence did not refer to the suit he was wearing now. Obviously, Stark was referring to the suit photographed in the newspaper. Match corpses.
Zhang Dianyu coughed in embarrassment.
Stark couldn't help laughing.
"Even the captain's uniform from 70 years ago didn't give me the same feeling-oh Peter, do you remember the pajamas that Peter first appeared on YouTube? I think you can work in that direction For a while, maybe it can surpass his playback volume."
Zhang Dianyu raised his eyelids and glanced at Stark.
The other party stopped laughing.
"Peter is hard to convince." Stark shrugged, "I persuaded him not to be too active recently, but he seemed to ignore it—but it is true that New York has been a bit chaotic recently, and there are people who need help everywhere. It's hard for him to control himself."
Zhang Dianyu listened carefully and slowly heaved a sigh of relief.
Stark glanced at him: "I know what you are thinking, do you think I will let that kid come forward to increase my persuasiveness?"
It's hard for Zhang Dianyu to disagree, after all, this is something Stark from another universe has done.
Stark rolled his eyes. "For heaven's sake, the kid's only fifteen—the flow of time in the two universes is different."
Zhang Dianyu raised his head and glanced at Stark, thinking that he might suddenly have the ability to read minds recently.
Stark blinked at his gaze.
It has to be said that he seems to be able to read Mr. Warden's pretending serious face now.
It was night and day in the warden's office, but it was slowly passing dusk. Zhang Dianyu kept the game panel open, hoping to discover the jailbreak in time.
Sure enough, after the killer crocodile was withdrawn from the sewer, the number of spoons lost in the cafeteria increased.
Almost every day someone tries to dig a tunnel.
Zhang Dianyu watched the alarm on the game panel expressionlessly—when the number of escaped prisoners reached a temporary upper limit, he re-sealed the sewer, and even wanted to put a few real crocodiles in it.
These days, the prison has almost been completely riddled with holes.
Of course, this is indeed an exaggeration. With the amazing engineering team, repairing the tunnel is just a matter of overnight.
But it costs money.
Although the money to repair tunnels is only a drop in the bucket for the current prison, Zhang Dianyu feels very heartbroken about any loopholes that need to be spent to fill.
The worst thing is that dangerous elements like the clown and Hydra have been released from the confinement room without violating the prison regulations, and are currently being held in isolation in the psychiatric ward—this still does not make Zhang Dianyu feel at ease.
The only exception is the Riddler—although he was sent to the confinement room at the first moment of his imprisonment, Zhang Dianyu resumed his normal prison life for the sake of prison rating some time ago.
But soon he was sent back for causing a fight among the prisoners.
Even the clown and Hydra haven't caused trouble so far, only he returned to the confinement room persistently. Zhang Dianyu watched the question marks rising above the heads of the riddlers in the confinement room, so he could only shrug his shoulders.
Who told him to make some puzzles among the prisoners—Penguin is still lying in the hospital as a sick man, the prison gangsters have no leader, and they have to pick things up to fight a few times on weekdays.
But this time it wasn't the clowns and the talents in the mental ward who escaped from prison.
Under Stark's gaze, Zhang Dianyu opened the closet silently, and closed it silently again.
"I've seen that..." Stark said.
Zhang Dianyu turned his head and glanced at him.
Stark kept his mouth shut, but a smile was evident in his eyes.
Zhang Dianyu pressed the handle of the closet and fell into deep thought.
Although he has always followed the principle of not being ashamed when no one sees it, he wore the old warden’s windbreaker to hunt down prisoners, and he never used the warden’s skills in order not to reveal his identity—after all, these skills are quite distinctive, as long as you use Coming out immediately reveals who is behind the mask.
Part of the reason why Zhang Dianyu wanted to hide his identity was because it was embarrassing.
Although it is said that Spider-Man's first-generation battle suit was crazily ridiculed on YouTube, Zhang Dianyu has to admit that his sewing skills are actually pretty good—especially as a high school boy.
While Zhang Dianyu was in deep thought, a hand suddenly pressed his shoulder.
He turned around, and behind him was Stark.
"Mr. Warden, I don't think you need to take action this time." Stark said.
He stretched out his right hand, and the golden-red battle armor flew past the green staff door, covering his body piece by piece.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the door, and Stark gave him a thumbs up.
"This time it was finally a success."
Zhang Dianyu remembered what he was referring to—the first time he broke through the wall from here, the entire wall of the office was hit with a big hole.
Although he also paid to repair the wall afterwards.
The golden-red battle armor completely covered the person in front of him, and an electromagnetic sound came out from his visor: "Mr. Warden, can I have the honor to invite you to watch me hunt down the escaped prisoner this time?"
Zhang Dianyu looked down at the outstretched metal hand.