Zhang Dianyu: "...?"
Strange: "…"
In the silence between the two of them, Zhang Dianyu slowly seemed to understand something.
It turns out that for so long, from the first time Ban was put into prison, everyone's face suddenly changed when they heard the morgue—it was really because of the morgue.
Zhang Dianyu sullenly nodded slightly to Strange.
Strange, who was wearing a white coat, sat down beside the interrogation table, putting on his gentlest expression.
Immediately, someone slammed the interrogation chair hard.
Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment - Strange looked like a debt collector.
"Who is this? I know this approach—don't make us admit that we are sick!" the prisoner who seemed to be the most reactive among the few people shouted at them.
"Do you think we don't know what the mutant registration act did? In the name of the act, human experiments were carried out on people with the X gene, and the living mutants were dissected and tortured to death—eventually installing mentally insane crime!"
Zhang Dianyu and Strange looked at each other slowly.
Ten minutes later, they exited the room and it was Banner who entered.
"Well, good evening, everyone—introduce myself, I'm Mr. Warden's assistant."
Perhaps it was because Banner didn't seem to have any offensive power, and he was more like a gentle scholar. Several people present did not interrupt his speech.
Banner smiled slightly: "But to be precise, I am a prisoner."
There was a hint of shock in the eyes of the prisoners on the opposite side.
Banner slowly took off his coat, revealing the crimson prison uniform underneath—he was also a felon.
However, the few super-powered prisoners present were wearing light blue prison uniforms, the same as the prison uniforms that Stark and Peter had in prison before.
It is also the only sign that can distinguish them from criminals.
Banner paused, and continued: "In fact, maybe the self-introduction just now was not detailed enough—you may not have heard of my name, but you must have heard of Hulk." Under the shocked eyes of everyone, He smiled slightly, "I am a killer, an angry monster who destroyed many cities."
"Then tell me, of you out there—who among you in your vigilante actions has never harmed any innocent people?"
Unlike the reactions of the lying criminals in the interrogation room, no one answered.
Zhang Dianyu watched the room from the surveillance camera next door—he now has to install cameras in the interrogation room under federal law. After all, the interrogation process needs to retain video data for court trials.
After Banner walked out of the interrogation room, he stopped him from behind.
"Mr. Warden." Banner turned around.
The corridor was empty and dark, which was specially designed by Zhang Dianyu to create a depressing atmosphere. But at this moment, it made him feel a little bored.
He tugged on his tie and said to Banner, "You..." He just said one word, and couldn't continue.
He had long wanted to talk to Banner about this matter, but was always delayed by other things.
Hulk is not supposed to be a monster, and Banner is not.
Banner smiled at Zhang Dianyu: "Mr. Warden, what's the matter?"
"I've seen the Hulk's ability before." Zhang Dianyu recalled the scene where the Penguin was thrown around that day—this is why he agreed with the Penguin to stay in the hospital for so long.
Even if Hulk saved his strength at the time, such a scene is the one that can really cause a psychological shadow.
—It stands to reason that the one who was thrown around like this shouldn't be the Mr. Evil God in the morgue
Considering that Penguin also contributed to the stability of the prison, Zhang Dianyu acquiesced in allowing him to rest in the hospital for a few more days.
After all, it is a bit unlucky to be sentenced to two years for pirated games.
Although he was sentenced to two hundred years is not much.
Banner's face was dimmed against the only light at the end of the corridor. He seemed to be waiting in place for the warden's next words, and he might also have fallen into his own thoughts.
Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start.
Banner here is different from the Hulk he knew who yelled "Smash" and smashed the alien invaders into pieces. Perhaps due to the impact of the bill, the superhuman registration bill in this world was proposed earlier .
At this time, Banner was still fighting Hulk, Stark and the captain's friendship was not that deep, the Avengers were still being formed, and the Justice League next door hadn't even been established yet.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't tell whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Maybe setting a rule at the very beginning of the division between the world of superpowers and ordinary people will gradually set the world on track—or destroy it sooner.
Zhang Dianyu didn't know how to persuade Banner.
Perhaps due to the intervention of the Act and the prison, Hulk will never appear again
So the world is missing a destroyer and a superhero? Stark from another universe has also done this. He expelled Hulk from the earth, but the ensuing troubles have never diminished.
Zhang Dianyu could only say to Banner stiffly and rigidly: "If... I mean, you have other intentions to find a job, I will write a letter of recommendation for you."
Banner didn't answer him.
After Banner came out of the interrogation room, the superpowers seemed to die down temporarily—but Zhang Dianyu didn't think this was a good thing. Such persuasion can arouse the conscience of good people, but it cannot make bad people hesitate.
So is it reasonable that a bill can control only those who believe in it
However, Banner did not explain the morgue, so when several people were actually brought to the door of the morgue, the scene was silent for a while.
When they saw the brand-new beds neatly arranged inside, the bookshelves next to them, and the shower room in the corner, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It has to be said that a person with superpowers who has lost their superpowers has nothing. If Mr. Warden really wants to secretly execute them at night tonight, they don't even know if they can escape.
However, when they moved into the newly built prisoner's dormitory, they still felt a bit of magic when they saw the face that was quite popular on TV opposite.
Isn't this the alien evil god who caused a storm in New York not long ago
They can understand that the evil god lives in a single cell-but why are there mortuary tables stacked to the ceiling on both sides
From this day on, a rumor gradually spread in the prison that Loki, the evil god from the alien world, can only be suppressed in this prison, because he has dozens of incarnations, each of which represents a life.
And Saul also consulted Stark more than once: "Why does my younger brother say the phrase 'stupid atrium man' more frequently recently? I visited his cell, and I think he is doing well and has not been punished." Mr. Warden abused him?"
Stark: "..."
But now, after running around for several days, the esper prisoners who finally hit the pillows couldn't help falling into their dreams. Not all of them were adults. Zhang Dianyu looked at their files repeatedly that night, his eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter.
He had to reach out to Stark for the first time in days.
He still uses the new mobile phone that Stark gave him, with positioning and monitoring transmission functions, which means that he can rush to help when the prison needs it—or send a battle armor to help.
After all, he doesn't know where his own people are, although recently they are more on Capitol Hill and the White House.
And there are a few of his battle armors stored in the Stark Industrial Park next to the prison, and there is no essential difference from him rushing over - in the pursuit of escaped prisoners.
Zhang Dianyu has also used this function a few times recently, and I have to say, it's not bad.
At least he didn't have to wear that hot-eyed outfit to trace the whereabouts of the prisoners along the sewer pipes, not to mention that the feeling of dying was not so pleasant.
The light screen bounced off the screen on the desk, and Zhang Dianyu nodded to the people inside: "Mr. Stark."
Stark, who was about to trim his mustache with a razor in one hand, also responded seriously: "Mr. Warden."
The two looked at each other for a moment, and the corners of their lips curled up slightly.
"Long time no see." Stark waved the razor in his hand. "I always feel that it's not good to complain when we meet-so you prepare yourself, I'm going to start complaining. The Jirik agent, he It’s really a [beep-beep-].” He heard his own voice in the voice, froze for a moment, and asked his artificial intelligence butler, “What’s going on, why are my words muted? "
"Sir, this is the masking word you asked me to set up after you met Agent Jirick last time and came back drunk." The artificial intelligence explained dutifully, "Otherwise, if you say this sentence in its original form, The relationship between the Avengers and the NSC may be at a freezing point."
Stark: "..."
He rolled his eyes and looked at Zhang Dianyu: "Then, Mr. Warden, this is your chance to complain—I didn't set up a blocking word for him, did I?" He asked his artificial intelligence butler.
"No, sir." The artificial intelligence replied, "But you have expressed some opinions of your own. Do you need to play the video at that time?"
"?" Stark: "... Mute."
The artificial intelligence butler fell silent.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
The scene seemed a little awkward, Zhang Dianyu coughed, and changed the subject: "That's right, Mr. Stark, I need you to confirm a problem with the federal government—these so-called super-capable criminals really include teenagers. child?"
Stark was silent for a moment, then shrugged: "That's why I suggested Peter stay in school and study hard."
"So Peter hasn't signed the agreement yet," Zhang Dianyu found the point from his words, "that is to say, he is also at risk of being arrested and put in prison at any time."
Stark acquiesced.
Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, then raised his head to look at Stark's face in the light screen.
He saw guilt.
"This is not your problem." Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but blurted out this sentence.
Stark smiled reluctantly: "I...Of course I didn't mean to blame myself, I mean what Tony from another universe did to Peter—now that I know it, then of course I will do my best to stop it occur."
He was referring to another Stark who invited Peter to be an ally, the first to take off his hood and reveal his identity to the world.
There were all kinds of misunderstandings and entanglements, but in the end it ended with the death of Peter's family.
Since learning about it, Stark has had a few fights with Peter - New York doesn't need Spider-Man during this time in order to keep Peter at home.
Peter certainly disagrees, New York needs its good neighbor Spider-Man more than ever.
Due to the implementation of the law, dangers are everywhere in the bustling New York at any time. Peter has even been warned by the school several times for skipping classes.
Zhang Dianyu looked into the eyes of the person on the screen, and suddenly asked: "Do you really think that what Stark did—is it something you would do?"
Stark froze slightly.
In fact, he didn't think so.
But since that was himself in the parallel world, he had to admit that he could do such a thing. It's just that there is always a thin line between reality and the future. Maybe he can stop in time to make things develop in a better direction.
Or not.
"If it's a parallel universe..." Zhang Dianyu said slowly, "I shouldn't exist there."
Stark watched the dark-haired young man's lips touching on the screen, saying what he repeatedly questioned himself every night.
"Even identical twins have separate lives after birth. You don't even look alike."
"You are not the same person." Zhang Dianyu said with certainty.
The Tony Stark of another universe is a bastard, but people love and hate it-just like the hand he stretched out to Zhang Dianyu without hesitation. He will save the world, not caring if he will be cast aside, not even caring about his own life.
But still a big asshole.
Stark looked into his eyes, but said nothing.
"You're the kind of person who would negotiate bills with [beep-beep-] like Agent Jirick for Peter, aren't you?" Zhang Dianyu spread his hands.
Stark: "...so you're talking like me?"
"Your voice is blocked, how do I know what you are going to say?" Zhang Dianyu replied with folded arms.
"You know, the [beep-beep-beep-]," Stark said angrily.
Zhang Dianyu showed a merciless mocking face.
Stark: "..."
After the communication on the light screen was disconnected, Zhang Dianyu sighed deeply.
The current situation seems to be worse than he imagined.
It was unacceptable for Peter, or children like him, to be sent to prison. But it seems he can't do anything about it.
He is just a warden who can only accept criminals sent by the government.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment.
However, Banner's questioning of those superpowers today is not unreasonable, as Stark said-superheroes, especially underage superpowers, need to use their abilities under the supervision and teaching of others.
Otherwise, it will only cause harm to yourself and others.
Zhang Dianyu once talked to Stark about his vision. If superpowers can be simulated into the sandbox, then they can test and develop training plans for new superpowers in it.
Sending people into sandboxes is really a good thing in the long run.
And it can even generate income.
The Sandbox was originally the idea of a Stark from another universe, where he wanted to exile superhumans—but they can do better now.
Make this an online community, open to all human beings.
Humans have long been looking forward to the emergence of virtual reality technology, but no one knows that it is the world itself that can really provide such a platform.
Act has simulated and run this prison for superhuman beings countless times in the sandbox, but in the end he really served the Superhuman Registration Act as planned—but it was different from what was envisioned.
This is a technology that cannot be copied. In other words, this place is really a prison.
But people come in voluntarily.
Who wouldn't want to try virtual reality like this
Zhang Dianyu opened the prison's total assets and looked at the figures above. It was still 2 million away from the 20 million US dollars promised to Stark.
It is nothing more than a wave of prisoners being taken into prison.
But first, he needs to build dormitories that can hold more prisoners—holding cells with only benches, and spending the night there will do absolutely nothing to calm the spirits of the prisoners.
Zhang Dianyu took a nap on the sofa while planning the future of the prison.
When he opened his eyes, there was still the same scene in the office, but the hour hand on the watch had reached 7.
Its daybreak.
Zhang Dianyu fell asleep on the sofa all night.
It was different from the time when he first came to the prison, when he spent the night on the sofa every night, and gave the only bedroom to Peter, a summer worker who came undercover.
It has been two months since then, and he actually feels a little sore after sleeping on the sofa all night.
Zhang Dianyu rubbed his shoulders, walked through the hall, and took a shower in the bathroom opposite.
I have to say, this is indeed a bit troublesome.
Zhang Dianyu held his toothbrush in his mouth and thought, in addition to the windows in the office, maybe he should move the bathroom as well—at least so that he can walk into the shower safely in boxers without worrying about being stared at by passers-by.
Among the messy thoughts, the prison breakfast began.
The eyes of the prisoners who came out of the morgue were still a little confused-it has to be said that they had a good night.
Different from the bumps on the prison car, the quilts and beds here are even new, with a smell of cheap cloth that just came out of the factory.
But for running and hiding during this period, this is already a rare and peaceful night.
They even saw jealousy in the eyes of some prisoners.
After breakfast, the guards lined up with the new prisoners in light blue uniforms to get their pass-mops in the prison, and they finally understood a little bit about the eyes of those prisoners.
Is the treatment of the morgue really considered a luxury suite in a prison
The blue-coated prisoners with mops are a little messy.
The entire prison needs to be cleaned by the prisoners who are doing hard work. Today their task is to weed the cemetery - so some people start to think why the guards will give them a mop.
But it doesn't matter.
What is important is that desks and chairs are neatly placed in the cemetery, as if someone is studying here.
In fact, some people did come in one after another from the outside, sitting on the tables and chairs in the cemetery with a dull face, took out their books, and made a serious gesture of preparing to attend the class.
At nine o'clock, a man who looked like a teacher hurried over from outside the prison, carrying a notebook and teaching aids, stopped among the seats in the cemetery, and stood behind the podium.
Prisoners in blue: "???"