"The signal problem here is your fault?" Zhang Dianyu asked suddenly.
The Red Skull probably didn't expect Mr. Warden's thinking to be so off-kilter, he was slightly taken aback before answering: "That's right."
Zhang Dianyu nodded.
Red Skull felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the youth's cold gaze.
Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly. Among his many secondary roles, most of them left extremely weak superpowers, but occasionally some of them are barely usable.
For example, right now, he is trying to use the superpowers on the Red Skull.
This is a rare psychic in the second role. Unfortunately, unlike Professor Xavier or other powerful psychic abilities, he can read other people's minds at any time, and can even move objects.
Zhang Dianyu can only induce the other party to focus on this object along with the topic, so as to perceive a wider range.
He focused his attention on the red skull not far away, and the other party's face was not very good-of course, as the name suggests, his face was almost a skeleton wrapped in red skin, and it hardly contained any muscle layer, so it was naturally not good-looking.
But obviously, his expression looks a little stiff at the moment.
Mr. Warden's unexpected questioning angle interrupted his subsequent shocking speech - if it weren't for the strong vengeful emotion supporting him, maybe he would find himself at a disadvantage every time he talked.
But Zhang Dianyu's expression changed.
"Bomb?" he asked softly.
"How do you know?" Shocked, Red Skull finally couldn't hold back and asked.
He originally wanted to give the warden a "surprise" and appreciate the other's expression, but he didn't expect the black-haired youth to guess it easily—no, not guessing. The Red Skull immediately realized that this could not be an answer guessed out of thin air, it was some kind of super power.
Zhang Dianyu stared at the Red Skull, turning a deaf ear to the battle going on outside.
What he "saw" was not as simple as the word he spit out—since the last Hydra stronghold was destroyed until now, no major incidents have occurred. Even after the Joker was released from the brig, he only dispatched Harley Quinn for a dodgy rescue once.
Even Zhang Dianyu didn't know whether the so-called rescue operation was planned by the clown or whether Quinn himself was going crazy.
During this period of time, Zhang Dianyu also repeatedly checked whether he had been injected with sedatives to make him a fool, or whether he had taken the wrong medicine to become so quiet.
Now it seems that he is just happily enjoying the next huge "surprise".
And what can a madman do
When people with superpowers were imprisoned one after another and society was in chaos, he randomly planted countless bombs across the country, possibly in lockers at schools, on shelves in shopping malls, on roadsides, etc. Next to the breakfast cart. They probably won't do as much damage as nukes, or mushroom clouds that blanket entire cities.
But it was a feast of explosions, a madman's orgy.
It is not accurate to say that this is a gift for Zhang Dianyu. It should be a gift for all mankind—no one can save them now, and everyone can only cry with blood.
If there is an unregistered superhero who dares to rush out to help save people, then maybe he will report the person he rescued in the next second—this is a gamble, a gamble for all mankind, or a nationwide The "choose one" game, his favorite kind.
Zhang Dianyu thought of some small-scale explosions and terrorist activities recently reported in the newspapers. Under such circumstances, the scene would only become more chaotic.
But no one thought that this was a planned and large-scale operation, after all, they all seemed clumsy and simple.
Now it seems, perhaps because they are just the tip of the iceberg of the whole incident, insignificant.
Zhang Dianyu was expressionless.
He didn't answer the Red Skull, but had already seen the location of the bomb from his memory. Although humans—even superhumans who have failed in transformation—can’t remember where so many bombs were planted, fortunately, Zhang Dianyu doesn’t need to interrogate the other party to get the results.
He closed his eyes, but stood up, and something in his mind gradually became extremely clear.
Zhang Dianyu knew he could stop it.
But he has never tried to use so many skills at the same time. Although during this time he mostly wore that weird outfit to hunt down criminals, and didn't use his previous skills, it didn't mean he stopped exploring skills.
In fact, since the last time he was chased by naked prison guards in the sandbox, he found out that the total number of "confinement" and "imprisonment" was 12, and he has been very concerned about this matter.
But this skill feature is very obvious, and it is very easy to attract the attention of others, so Zhang Dianyu has no way to try it when chasing the prisoner. He forced Bill to bring himself back to the sandbox, where he repeatedly tested his skills, and found that as the prison rating increases, each skill will also improve to a corresponding extent.
Especially "Confinement" and "Detention", each reached 1296 when the prison rating was 4 points, so the current prison rating is already 5 points, although he has not had time to test it, but in theory he can stop all of them at the same time. bomb.
But at the same time, he doesn't know what the consequences of using countless skills at the same time will bring to him - losing power and falling into the hands of the Red Skull, which may be the worst case.
Think about it, maybe it's nothing.
Zhang Dianyu stood up, and smiled slightly to meet the gaze of the Red Skull.
"Sorry, your plan failed."
At the same time, in all corners of the country, cavities suddenly burst through the barriers, concrete bricks climbed up the transparent outer walls like vines, and the transparent confinement rooms and prison cells were wrapped up, taking the objects inside with them to the sky .
Zhang Dianyu had to do this. If the confinement room hadn't been endowed with construction skills to walls, the objects inside would not be taken away with it—except for the prisoners who were imprisoned.
But at this time, there was no one in the confinement room, only the camouflaged bomb, and the timer was counting down at a constant speed.
Strange bluish-gray squares were floating in the sky over the entire Federation, and many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures of this weird scene.
The timer ticked down, and as the time reset to zero, countless clusters of strange fireworks exploded over the entire country at the same time. People hid in the nearby buildings one after another. The broken concrete bricks that exploded from the sky smashed into the crowd in all directions, and many people got under the shelter with bloody heads.
Zhang Dianyu was still looking at the Red Skull, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he had relaxed a bit.
Red Skull looked up at the time on his watch.
It stands to reason that it is now.
"Sir—" someone next to him whispered, and handed him a tablet, which quickly refreshed the latest revelations on social media.
#Suddenly there were small-scale explosions across the country. The police detected gunpowder and metal components from the falling objects. It was suspected of a new type of weapon. Please pay attention to the official information for follow-up events#
#天空突出奇见, Suspected to be the work of superpowers#
No casualties were mentioned in any of the breaking news—aside from the many online complaints of being injured by bricks flying out of strange pewter-gray squares.
But since they can still post photos and complain online for the first time, it is obviously not a big problem.
Red Skull stared at the opposite Mr. Warden.
The black-haired youth suddenly sighed.
He knew now what the consequences of doing this were—something he hadn't realized would happen.
fiscal deficit.
It turns out his superpowers aren't physically taxing, as they always are. After all, that is not actually a superpower, but a skill that transcends all rules and is directly placed on his "carrier".
But concrete bricks cost money.
Zhang Dianyu was helpless.
A boy's serious voice appeared next to his ear: "You shouldn't have done this."
"But I've done it," he replied.
"Your time is running out," Bill whispered in his ear. "No one will save you in time."
Zhang Dianyu casually built a concrete brick wall in front of him, because the Red Skull seemed a little annoyed, and ordered Hydra to open fire immediately, launching a new round of attacks.
But these seem to be less important now.
Zhang Dianyu found a random place to sit down.
"But I'm glad there are still people who want to save me." He leaned against the wall and leaned his head up. "So it looks good here."
"Don't you regret it?" Bill's voice asked.
"A little bit." Zhang Dianyu answered honestly. He tilted his head and thought for a while: "But that's exactly what I'm here for, isn't it?"
"Since you're here, why don't you have a drink." Someone took his words and said.
Zhang Dianyu turned his head, and saw an Iron Man armor with many scars and twisted limbs. It seemed to be a fish that slipped through the net of Magneto.
"Need some help? But I see you're doing fine - guess what, my AI is reading me all the inexplicable stone blocks in the sky and their explosions that are going viral on the internet right now, and I always feel a little familiar about it .” Stark’s voice came from the armor speaker, sounding a little muffled.
Zhang Dianyu stared at Iron Man's armor for a while.
"You guessed it right, I did it."
Under his gaze, the visor suddenly opened: "Don't look, I'm not here—take my hand, it's not this one, it's the unbroken one."
"Are you on your way?" Zhang Dianyu asked suddenly.
Stark's voice sounded like it came from a small space, and he suddenly felt a little strange.
It stands to reason that he should hope that the battle can be over before Stark arrives - it would not be a good thing if he himself was beaten up in this armor.
But the bill showed him on the panel how much time he had left to close to one-third of the fiscal deficit. He looked at the countdown above and didn't say anything to stop him.
It's coming, Stark is right, why don't you have a drink along the way, maybe it's too late.
"Aha, don't you think I'm afraid of that metal detector?" Stark's voice seemed a little dissatisfied, "I hope I have time to show what is called the Anti-Magneto Armor when I get there."
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help laughing.
Stark was a little annoyed: "I think you are mocking me."
This is a fact—after all, in another world, it is well known that Stark's armor was blown up by whom.
Zhang Dianyu restrained his smile pretending to be serious, and then the smile really faded away a little bit.
"Come here, of course I will wait for you here."
"Don't stay here, go with me to a safe place first." Stark's armor stretched out the good hand again, and held Zhang Dianyu. The battle armor is obviously more attractive to fire than the human body, and the bullets hit his armor shell like a shower, and the sound is endless.
"The Red Skull is really crazy, don't bullets cost money?"
Zhang Dianyu glanced at the complaining Iron Man armor, and felt that it was a worthwhile trip to see Tony Stark complaining about waste in his lifetime.
Little did he know that Stark had lost a lot of hair recently because of his previous words—since he agreed to join this plan, he couldn't bear such a plan that would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars every day, and it also violated the nature of a businessman.
No matter how rich he is, doing business like this is a lifelong shame for Stark.
He must find a way to reduce the cost of "imported equipment" to the point where he does not need to operate at a loss.
Of course Zhang Dianyu didn't know about this. Under the cover of this nearly scrapped battle armor, he evacuated from the south wall of the funeral parlor that had been sieved, and then watched the golden visor crumbling with the last effort, and finally shook a few times. off.
Communication is also cut off.
Zhang Dianyu took the battle armor off his body and looked at the battlefield not far away. It seemed that Strange might need someone to help him—even though there was already a blue shadow beside him, and the red cloak was wrapped around his feet. edge fluttering.
But anyway, he is not short of these few bricks now.
When Stark finally arrived at the scene, more than an hour had passed. How Agent Jirik went into a rage in the Avengers Building is something that needs to be paid attention to later.
The team sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. is helping to clean up the ruins at the scene. In order to avoid more nightmares, Strange and Cyclops have joined hands with S.H.I.E.L.D. to escort Red Skull and Magneto to a temporary place of detention.
The Quin-jet fighter is still behind Stark, and the captain is also on the fighter this time. Batman, who hadn't seen him for a long time, seemed to be finally willing to show up this time, but he refused to board their Quinjet, and seemed to be a little faster than them in terms of speed.
On the other hand, the X-Men are also coming at full speed.
After all, they still have to hunt down Lecter who didn't participate in the operation, who didn't know where he was hiding at the moment, and the clown who didn't know what he planned to go crazy after the plan was destroyed.
But when Stark arrived at the scene, except for the S.H.I.E.L.D. logistics staff wearing protective equipment who were cleaning up the scene little by little, the place seemed a bit silent and empty.
After all, the funeral parlor was almost flattened, and the corpses were scattered all over the place. It was even a little unclear whether they had died long ago or were just affected by the fighting.
But without exception, they are all pixel villains. This funeral home has never received corpses other than pixel villains, and Zhang Dianyu just found out about this.
He knelt in the ruins to bandage a wounded pixel villain with no expression on his face, and told them to follow the S.H.I.E.L.D. team back to the prison for injections, and it was best not to go to the hospital.
Stark just landed on the side and laughed: "Those who don't know think you are spreading something."
Zhang Dianyu tied the bandage in a not-so-pretty knot, stood up and looked at Stark.
Stark's smile faltered a little.
For some reason, he seemed to have a bad premonition.
The young man in front of him didn't wear his usual brown-gray suit—after all, he came to attend the funeral. Stark was annoyed and amused at the last time he had attended his own funeral with Mr. Warden.
Mr. Warden may be wearing this black suit for the second time, but at this time it is already covered with dust and dirty.
"In addition to having a drink, maybe I can also introduce you to my favorite tailor." Stark's armor was removed from him piece by piece, "For God's sake, I can't say that. Gotta say - you really should change your outfit, you can't live your whole life in that Fergus colorway...or longer?"
After all, Mr. Warden is not a human being, and his life may be endless.
Zhang Dianyu nodded, but replied: "It's not necessary."
Stark seemed to suddenly get stuck.
After a long time, he stroked his hair and asked self-consciously, "Are you waiting for me here on purpose?"
Zhang Dianyu nodded.
"It's all here."
Stark looked Mr. Warden in the eye. The same eyes, as calm as ever, with little emotion, but with beautiful outlines and corners.
He didn't know why he noticed the eyes, maybe because they looked a little more real than usual.
He didn't know why he used "real" to describe it.
"I want to say something else."