Before the clown opened his mouth to provoke Harley Quinn, Zhang Dianyu put down his hand that was raised in the air.
"Okay, it's 30 seconds." He signaled the nurses to do it, and smiled at the clown, "Listen—your request is very reasonable, but I'm the warden here, so I have the final say."
He turned back and told the nursing staff: "According to the original plan, put him in a straitjacket, inject him with a sedative, and send him back to the cell."
The superior cell in the mortuary is equipped with a TV radio and a desk, which is almost a hotel room-and it is true that the Joker didn't do it himself, but he has indirectly killed several pixel people in prison.
Zhang Dianyu felt even more heartbroken after discovering that the newly hired employees were very different from the hard-working pixel people.
So of course it's impossible to put the Joker back in the morgue's senior cell.
In addition to being equipped with a variety of entertainment facilities, the environment in the morgue is elegant and the neighbors are quiet and quiet. It is not worthy of the status of the prison's highest standard cell.
And Zhang Dianyu's current plan is to let the clown spend the rest of his life tied up on a bed specially used to restrain the mentally ill.
Regardless of whether it is feasible in the future, it will definitely be implemented anyway.
The paramedics swarmed up and sedated the clown—in fact, he didn't struggle much, instead he showed a playful smile, and fell into a coma with this smile of unknown meaning.
Taking advantage of Harley Quinn throwing the folding chair out of her hand and having no other weapons in her hands, Batman quickly subdued her.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at them casually: "Do you want to leave her with the local police or take her back to Gotham?"
Batman looks up, the goggles glowing blue and white, making it impossible to capture his true emotions. But for some reason, Zhang Dianyu seemed to sense a wave of vigilance.
It seems to be a very distrustful attitude.
Zhang Dianyu stared back, Harley Quinn belongs to Arkham, and he doesn't take female prisoners here!
Besides, the fewer mentally ill criminals the better, there is no reason to actively accept them.
"I will take her back to the Gotham police." Batman said in a low voice, "but which prison she will be sent to in the future... is not something we can decide."
If Zhang Dianyu guessed correctly, the meaning of Batman's words is that neither the clown nor other transferred prisoners were sent in by their subjective will.
It was a deal neither buyer nor seller favored.
Batman leaves first with a frustrated Harley Quinn, and Stark and Captain America are here to help—because the engineering team is not in the prison, and the road clearing needs people.
Peter also quickly changed into his normal clothes and rushed over. After pretending to be surprised, he joined the army of moving gravel.
"Mr. Captain America... are you okay?" Zhang Dianyu looked suspiciously at the blond man who was sweating profusely while moving the stone, feeling that something was wrong.
"Steve Rogers." The captain smiled, raised his hand to wipe off the sweat, "you can just call me by my name, you don't have to—keep calling me Captain America."
Also added a gentleman on it—he didn't say the second half of the sentence.
Zhang Dianyu nodded, insinuating: "Is there any problem? Mr. Rogers?"
The captain hesitated for a moment, he wasn't sure what Zhang Dianyu meant - it sounded like Mr. Warden himself didn't know that all the superhumans here would become ordinary people.
But now it's clearly realized.
Peter was moving a stone beside him and quietly pricked up his ears.
The captain glanced in Stark's direction, as if seeking some advice - but as always, Stark's behavior exceeded the expectations of the other two superheroes present.
"Do you know that super powers cannot be used in prisons, Mr. Warden?" Stark hit the topic directly, "Because as far as I can see, you may not understand this."
As expected, but also unexpected - Zhang Dianyu let out a long "oh", making it difficult to understand his attitude.
"I don't know." He replied simply.
Zhang Dianyu's idea is very simple - he doesn't know, so if you have anything you want to sponsor and help, you can just mention it, it's a happy event.
Stark was also stuck, he looked at the sky and thought for a while: "...of course."
Then he looked in the direction of the skyline and put his hands in his pockets.
A few light yellow flames appeared in the clouds, from being faintly visible to gradually clear, it was only then that people could see clearly that they were several colorful Iron Man armors.
"Leave a way, guys." Stark stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, "Thank you for your help—it took a while for these little guys to fly over from Manhattan, and now I can hand them over to them."
Obviously, this pile is all Stark's engineering mechs with various tricks, and they are omnipotent.
Captain: "... Tony!"
Stark shrugged: "But both of us have reached a good consensus."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
How can this person even play tricks on himself
"Then the two of you are going to sit in the restaurant?" Zhang Dianyu looked at the time and felt a little regretful.
Since the restaurant was remodeled not long ago, it is not as spacious as it was when Mr. Wayne came to visit.
In fact, Zhang Dianyu would like to invite the two of them to visit the morgue—but there are no important people in the cell now, which seems a bit inappropriate.
Zhang Dianyu felt very sorry, and even wanted to carry the clown over to make props for a while.
But that is obviously impossible.
Next time I have a chance, invite Iron Man to visit the morgue. It's lunch time right now, and there's nothing wrong with visiting a newly revived mediocre diet.
On the first day when the smoked sausage returned to a green catering bucket, some prisoners were even moved to tears.
Zhang Dianyu was very pleased.
Although these people were sent to prison for committing crimes—but only when they are full can they work hard and generate income for the prison.
For some reason, Zhang Dianyu always felt that the subsidy came faster and there were more places to spend the money.
The dining room is always the busiest place in the prison. Although the pool table has been removed, there is a TV set at the end of each dining table that can cover the surrounding 3x3 area, so the prisoners will still stay in place for a while after eating, gathering crowds watch TV.
When Stark walked into the restaurant, his tidbits were playing inside.
Stark: "..."
"Sorry," Zhang Dianyu glanced at, "but the right to change the channel is generated through the prisoners' internal elections, and the guards generally don't interfere with this issue."
The so-called campaign, of course, relies on fists. Ordinary guards do not interfere, and generally armed guards open fire freely on the spot.
But Zhang Dianyu felt a little heartbroken when he thought of the loss of a lot of guards. But the last remaining idiot guard also passed the test for wearing a stun gun yesterday afternoon, so he should have a little self-protection ability.
He thought for a while, and his eyes suddenly fell on Stark.
Stark felt a tingling sensation at the back of his neck, turned his head involuntarily, and met two probing eyes, as if he wanted to peel him off to see the structure inside.
Stark: "..."
"Mr. Stark," Zhang Dianyu smiled and inserted a piece of potato, "I heard that you have a lot of research on weapons and armor?"
Stark hesitated.
Although the prison does not seem to have any super-reactionary forces stationed there at present, the contact time is still short, and the position of the warden cannot be confirmed.
And his handling is often confusing.
But—Stark looked around at the crude environment around him. Originally, the Chaoying sent undercover agents to investigate because the facilities here were so imperfect. Now that the warden suddenly raised this issue, it is better to go with the flow.
"We all know." Stark also inserted a piece of potato with a smile on his face, "Mr. Warden, do you have any special proposals?"
"As you can see, after accepting these... special criminals in the prison, the death rate of the guards is very high." Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark, "I don't know if Stark Industries is still selling some... self-defense tools."
Zhang Dianyu's eyes are sincere.
Stark: "..."
The self-defense tools you mentioned are the ones that make the attacker die on the spot
Stark thought for a while: "Mr. Warden... Now that we have been open and honest with each other, can I make a request?"
Zhang Dianyu wanted to ask when they had a showdown with each other - but it was obviously not appropriate at this time.
He could only nod in agreement.
"Because S.H.I.E.L.D. has received news that more prisoners will be transferred here from isolated islands, cubes, domes, and even mansions, so before that, we are quite worried about the security environment in the prison. I hope You can understand."
Zhang Dianyu frowned.
But he suddenly learned that super powers are invalid in prison, which gave him a little peace of mind.
And the number of transferred prisoners in the to-do list is fixed, and he has no right to refuse.
Otherwise he would never let the clown step into the gate of this prison.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the number of transferred prisoners in the list of things to do, and there is no doubt that it has become 0/1 again at this time.
Next Tuesday, another mysterious person will come to this prison, which will bring troubles to the safety of his pixel people.
Thinking of this, he showed a pleasant smile.
Stark: "..."
Mr. Warden doesn't seem very satisfied.
"The S.H.I.E.L.D. means that they hope that the prison can slightly reduce the escape rate." He continued tentatively.
A month ago, this prison was noticed by S.H.I.E.L.D. for the first time because of a large-scale escape.
According to satellite observations, almost sixty or seventy prisoners swaggered out of the prison through the tunnel. But there was no media report on the matter afterwards, and the escaped prisoners could not track any information.
Either they took anti-tracking equipment and went to live a savage life in the deep mountains and old forests, or there was something tricky here.
Judging from what I've seen so far - this is more than tricky, it's simply inexplicable.
Fury meant to secretly track and investigate the escaped prisoners, but there has been no progress, and Stark has gradually lost his patience.
According to his observation of Mr. Warden during this period, normal communication is often not satisfactory.
Sure enough, according to common sense, the warden should start to deny that there was ever a prison escape in the prison at this stage.
But it's different here.
Zhang Dianyu raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing Stark's words, and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Stark, please see what this is?"
He raised his right hand and gestured in one direction.
Stark was lost in thought: "... a wall?"
"...No, outside the walls," Zhang Dianyu replied, "is freedom. Everyone yearns for freedom. This is human nature. What's wrong?"
Stark was dumbfounded.
"The fault is that they're prisoners... You know, you're the second person I've seen in a long time who can make such an outrageous statement, and I'm the first."
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "Mr. Stark also makes sense."
Stark didn't know where to pull out a folder: "I heard recently that Pepper said that a government research project was funded-let me see, about reducing the jailbreak rate... Do you want to see it?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He took the folder for the time being, turned a page, and found that there was another copy underneath.
Stark smiled: "Oh, sorry, I may have handed you a project document that is under development. The captain and I were discussing this before we set off here-what project?"
Captain Rogers next to him didn't know whether to continue: "..."
"It turned out to be—" Stark paused, and glanced at Zhang Dianyu from under the sunglasses, "An explosion-proof vest used to deal with threats above the level of the Hydra robot?"
"... Oh." Zhang Dianyu: "I have reconsidered your opinion—reducing the jailbreak rate is indeed a very constructive proposal. I think participating in this research may be called a wise decision."
Stark came over and tapped his finger under the paper: "I think Pepper said I should sign here, but I can't remember exactly?"
Zhang Dianyu: "...I'm sure this is a good place for the CEO to sign."
"Okay, you have a point." Stark took the document and signed his name in the lower right corner, "I don't like this project, to be honest, because it requires me to work every month. Sign this thing."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Stark smiled.
After sending Stark away, Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought. Stark Industries agreed to continue supplying explosion-proof vests equal to the number of guards for the next six months.
But the condition is that the jailbreak rate must be reduced to less than 5% per month.
For Zhang Dianyu, it was not that simple.
Because there are dormitories for hundreds of people in the prison, as long as a tunnel is dug, there will be a collective prison escape, and at least thirty or forty prisoners will escape each time.
Unlike the troublemakers who escaped violently, these prisoners did not harm the guards. Although the underground landfill costs money, the loss is much smaller in comparison.
Therefore, Zhang Dianyu generally doesn't pay much attention to the collective escape of prisoners. Anyway, as many people are missing, the same amount will be detained the next day.
So at present, there are two ways to reduce the jailbreak rate.
The first is to build a large number of single cells. Even if someone plays the Shawshank Redemption game in the prison, at most two or three prisoners will escape each time.
But that means giving the prison a major overhaul.
The second method is much simpler and more straightforward. To dig a tunnel must go through the sewage pipe of the toilet, so as long as the toilet is dismantled, wouldn’t the prisoners have no way to start