Zhang Dianyu pulled the map closer.
The green-haired villain was wearing the off-white prison uniform of a mentally ill prisoner. He walked around the relatively spacious confinement room a few times, still in a happy state.
Zhang Dianyu didn't know what to be happy about. In the quiet and empty morgue outside the confinement room, rows of pale white mortuary tables were placed side by side, all of which were bulging and covered with white cloth.
In Zhang Dianyu's view, there is indeed a bit of horror in addition to regret.
Maybe the pleasure of psychosis is so different.
Or, in this game world, the clown is nothing more than an ordinary mentally ill criminal in disguise, and has nothing to do with that Gotham lunatic
It's like Batman and Iron Man can actually get a subsidy of tens of thousands of dollars.
Logically, there seemed to be no problem, but Zhang Dianyu vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Outside the gate of the prison, on the open space opposite, a jet landed firmly on the ground. A person came out of it. If Zhang Dianyu was present at this time, he would recognize that this was the first NPC he had seen in the game and returned.
"The clown is dead? It's really yours." Someone beside the red sports car leaned on the door and laughed, "Even Fury laughed when he received this message."
Wayne: "I don't believe it."
"No he didn't," Stark said regretfully, "He said MOTHER FUCKER."
There is still a half sentence behind-"Stark, what's the matter with you and Batman?"
Stark felt quite innocent, but he could guess the ins and outs of the matter.
Mr. Wayne didn't speak, his eyes met Stark's in the air, and after a moment of silent confrontation, he asked, "You really think this is a parking lot?"
"No," Stark pointed to the piles of black garbage bags not far away, "This is a garbage dump."
Wayne: "…"
"I heard that the land opposite Stark Industrial Park was bought by Wayne Enterprises, and they are going to build a..." Stark looked puzzled, "Resort?"
Wayne raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything wrong?"
"I assume you know how high the escape rate is in this prison?" Stark raised a finger, "Or do you mean that you have bought high insurance for your customers?"
Wayne smiled slightly: "Unless I don't intend to make a profit."
Stark: "..."
"Just like you," Wayne said nonchalantly.
Stark: "..."
Wayne raised his hand to fasten the last button under the suit, and turned his head slightly: "Is there any new research and development project in Stark Industrial Park?"
Stark: "... vibrating fiber optic alarm fence."
Wayne shrugged and strode towards the prison gate.
Stark sighed, and said to the sports car driver: "Who can like this Wayne - unless it is compared with Batman, it becomes much cuter."
"Yes." The driver Hogan echoed sincerely, "You too, boss."
Stark: "?"
Zhang Dianyu soon received information about Mr. Wayne's visit, which was not beyond his expectation.
After all, Batman's old enemy has been stuffed in, he must come over to inquire, and then observe secretly.
He asked Peter to invite Mr. Wayne into the office, and found that Mr. Wayne was silent for a while again.
To be honest, things are a lot better now—the pool table has been moved to the courtyard, the cacti have been stuffed into the lobby, and the office is now a proper utility room.
Especially since it has no windows.
Is it necessary to install windows in the buildings in the game? Anyway, it's God's perspective.
But now that the game is almost the same as the real one, these windowless buildings are a bit weird—originally, Zhang Dianyu planned to improve the conditions of the office building first after yesterday’s grant and the prisoners arrived at the prison.
Unexpectedly, a clown came out of nowhere. For the sake of the safety of the guards, he only remembered to study how to deal with this notorious mental illness.
Mr. Wayne sat down on the sofa without changing his expression, and didn't even frown when he saw a few dark red marks on the armrest.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't remember whether it was his blood or Stark's blood. Anyway, the murder weapon was the extremely lush cactus.
Mr. Wayne looked unhurried, even a little lazy and sloppy.
But once he knew that he was Batman, Zhang Dianyu felt a little dazzling when he saw the few drops of blood.
He couldn't stop wondering if Batman would think about it—wasn't that bullshit, he must be thinking about it.
Zhang Dianyu: ... the wind review was murdered.
He smiled falsely and poured Mr. Wayne a glass of water.
There is no water heater in the prison, so there must be no tea, and coffee is out of the question.
Zhang Dianyu knowingly asked, "Why is Mr. Wayne visiting again?"
Mr. Wayne smiled casually: "I recently bought a holiday villa next to it-it's still a vacant lot, but I hope it can be completed as soon as possible."
He glanced at Zhang Dianyu meaningfully: "I heard that Mr. Warden has a lot of research on engineering efficiency. I wonder if I can rent your engineering team for a while."
Zhang Dianyu thought about it, you rich people like to vacation in the wilderness near the garbage dump, next to a prison and an industrial zone under construction
He looked at Wayne, met Mr. Tuhao's eyes, and the other party handed over a piece of paper: "This is a draft project contract, the warden can go through it first."
Zhang Dianyu accepted it suspiciously, and when he opened the first page, he was dazzled by a string of zeros on it.
He immediately made a decision: "No problem, there are not many places where the prison can use the engineering team recently, and it can completely undertake outsourcing projects."
As for the new prisoners, they can be given a few extra beds in the large detention cell, and they can live there for a while longer.
"I heard," Mr. Wayne mentioned seemingly inadvertently, "that notorious criminal clown in Gotham has been taken into custody by you recently?"
Here comes the main event.
Zhang Dianyu pricked up his ears, and offered courtesies for nothing, either adultery or robbery—but he was just talking, as long as he gave money, it was not a problem.
Mr. Wayne smiled: "You know Arkham Asylum, right? It's also an institution under the name of Wayne Enterprises. If Mr. Warden needs any technical support, maybe I can help."
"Are you talking about the lunatic asylum where people often escape from prison?" Zhang Dianyu looked puzzled, "Then it may trouble you in the future, after all, it seems that the business exchange with Arkham has just started here."
Wayne: "…"
If it is not an illusion, he seems to feel that Mr. Warden is mocking him.
"But Mr. Wayne can rest assured," Zhang Dianyu smiled calmly, "The clown can get 100% safety here, and he will also get proper treatment in the future."
Wayne's eyes moved slightly, as if he didn't quite believe this statement.
"So," a moment later, Mr. Wayne pondered in front of the brand new concrete wall, "this is 100% security?"
"Since the 1% loophole was patched," Zhang Dianyu replied, "I think so."
Wayne: "…"
Can having a door be a loophole