But Stark soon discovers a shocking problem.
Doctors say the stock of needles is running out—but worst of all, the prison is in the red, and it wasn't long before Zhang Dianyu got a grant to build a secret mutant juvenile offender correctional center, plus accounting advice Part of the loan is barely able to maintain the basic operation of the prison.
The scope of the riot this time was relatively large, and many prisoners tried to escape from the prison by fishing in troubled waters, resulting in heavy casualties in the prison. The doctor's solution to seriously injured patients has always been a dose of therapeutic needles, so soon, the remaining funds in the prison were also spent.
Stark fell silent.
It turns out that the prison has run out of ammunition and food, and the warden has been working hard to maintain the financial situation, so it seems a little... strange.
If you think about it carefully, many times those incredible policies seem to be to save money.
But the worst thing is that Mr. Wayne has already tried - they have no way to directly help the prison make up for this economic situation, and there is even a cap on the amount of subsidies.
At the beginning, Wayne found that he could only invest tens of thousands of dollars in subsidies, and he couldn't afford it.
Fortunately, this situation has changed later, but frequent investment seems to expose their intention to explore too clearly, so Wayne just borrowed a few days from the engineering team, and Stark chose to compare the jailbreak rate with the jailbreak. A long-term negotiation signed a subsidy contract.
Stark left the infirmary, and immediately asked his artificial intelligence steward: "Is there a way to directly invest a subsidy fund into the prison now?"
"I don't think you can do this, sir." The artificial intelligence replied quickly, "I have already proposed an investment intention for you through Stark Industries at the same time as you asked, but all channels do not support direct investment, you must Propose a subsidy plan, and then pass the review of the warden himself before you can participate in the project in the prison.”
Stark punched the wall in exasperation, and the concrete exterior showed a little crack.
"Sir," the artificial intelligence reminded, "it will cost prison funds to repair the wall."
Stark: "..."
He immediately replied this situation to Batman, but the other party did not give any response, so he could only rush to the restricted area immediately.
Fortunately, the matter at the gun store was almost settled. Some members of the Clown Gang fled the scene while he was rushing to the infirmary, and the rest were all under control, and the prisoners who participated in the riot also surrendered.
Only Batman, who was in charge of hunting down the clown in the confinement area, still hadn't heard from him, which gradually raised the bad premonition in his heart, and his chest was filled with irritability.
When Stark rushed to the restricted area, the sight in front of him made his heart sink.
Right now, there is no one in the confinement area, but the wall adjacent to the outside world was almost blown to pieces, pools of blood remained on the dirty ground, and finally there seemed to be a trace of dragging, turning to a corner .
Stark felt his heart pounding, and everything pointed to a less than happy ending - but maybe not. After all he had told the Warden to go back to his office and wait for Strange to join him.
And Strange replied to him that he did not see the warden.
Stark landed on the ground and turned into the next corridor.
Just like the worst scenario he had imagined, Mr. Warden was leaning against the wall, with his eyes closed on his half-raised face, and his brows seemed to be slightly frowned. His tie was a little undone and slouched sideways, and the top button of his shirt was undone.
However, the most shocking thing was the pool of blood that had spread to his feet on the ground. The open hem of the warden's suit revealed a large amount of fresh blood, which had almost soaked the cloth.
Stark walked over quickly, knelt down beside the young man on one knee, gritted his teeth and ordered the artificial intelligence: "Scan the vital signs."
But in fact, he had already noticed that the warden's chest no longer rose and fell, but deliberately ignored this fact.
The artificial intelligence swiped out a string of data on the virtual screen in front of him, and the test result showed that his life was in critical condition.
The visor opened suddenly, and Stark gasped for breath, with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Are you kidding—he, he's not breathing anymore."
"But sir, the scans show that Mr. Warden is indeed not dead."
At this moment, a short bursting sound sounded above his head, and then the familiar grapple suddenly shot from behind to the crack above the wall, and a dark shadow quietly landed beside him.
"Get out of the way." Batman's hoarse voice sounded breathless.
Stark turned his head suddenly and saw the thing he was holding in his hand. The light green liquid inside hit his sight, as if a huge surprise had come suddenly.
Stark immediately got up and gave up his seat, and Batman injected the light green injection into the blood vessel on the side of the warden's neck without hesitation. After a few minutes, however, the two fell silent. According to past experience, the warden should open his eyes at this time, and then—although it doesn't look normal, at least he is alive and kicking.
Stark moved a little closer nervously, and lifted the hem of the warden's suit. The white shirt inside had been stained with blood, but through the torn fabric, it could be seen that the wound inside had indeed healed.
He and Batman looked at each other.
After a while, Stark pointed to the warden's chest with difficulty: "He's breathing."
Batman: "…"
Stark: "Not just now."
Batman: "…"
Stark: "Can you say something?"
Batman: "Oh."
Stark: "..."
But the warden hadn't woken up yet. At this point, Stark would even like to see him suddenly stand up and go back to the office, circling expressionlessly.
No matter what the truth is, the warden must come to life first—the current situation makes people doubt whether he is still alive.
Stark's eyes fell on the knife in the warden's right hand. He had to pay attention here, because this was the third time this knife had appeared in front of him today.
Judging from the posture of the warden holding the knife, he pulled it out of his own body. Stark thought of what happened not long ago, and frowned: "Could it be...Mr. Warden is himself..."
"No," Batman answered him quickly this time, "Mr. Warden who was stabbed by the Joker, when I got here..." He paused, even through his husky flat voice. , seems to be able to hear a little doubt, "The clown's hand is still on the handle of the knife, but... it seems that he also wants to save him."
Batman looked down at the needle tube thrown at his feet: "Just use it." He was slightly silent, and added: "Actually, I suspect that the clown didn't seriously stop me from taking the injection - he could obviously take it away for research. , but he dropped it on me, though it bought him a little time to escape."
Stark sat on the ground and thought: "Usually, I don't think about what the clown is thinking-I advise you not to."
Batman: "…"
Stark's eyes fell on the corner of the warden's lips, a little bit of blood remained on it, which looked a little glaring. But then he remembered something again, and saw that there seemed to be a trace of rubbing on the blood-stained blade in the warden's hand.
He became more silent.
The warden still didn't wake up until Strange and Banner, who were prisoners, also rushed to the destroyed confinement area.
Dr. Banner stared blankly at Mr. Warden lying on the ground, opened his mouth for a long time, and then murmured: "I should have stayed by his side all the time."
Strange shook his head immediately: "It's not your fault."
"I know he's not in a stable condition," Banner slowly approached, "I should have stayed by the side, and shouldn't have listened to the warden, leaving him there alone."
Suddenly, he noticed something and raised his head in astonishment: "Wait... Mr. Warden is still alive?"
Stark sighed, and opened his blood-soaked suit, revealing the smooth skin under the torn shirt: "Not only is he not dead, but from the scan results, he is still healthy."
Banner: "..."
He can only join the team who are puzzled.
After a while, Strange suddenly said: "Take Mr. Warden out of the prison."
Stark looked up abruptly, meeting his gaze.
Banner and Batman looked at him, Strange's expression remained unchanged: "I think, I can have an operation."
"What?" Stark's expression became even more puzzling.
"I'm a doctor." Strange replied without changing his expression.
Banner looked a little puzzled: "I know, Doctor Strange... But are you sure Mr. Warden's condition still requires surgery?"
Stark looked at the data displayed on the virtual screen and decided to remain silent. As he said earlier, the result of the artificial intelligence is that the warden is now very healthy-but this sounds even more outrageous.
Banner was about to speak, but the sudden sound of someone else's footsteps made him shut his mouth.
Ten seconds later, the security director suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Dr. Banner, according to the provisions made by Mr. Warden, when he is not here, you will be in charge of the affairs of the prison."
Banner was dumbfounded: "But I'm just a prisoner?"
The security chief replied, "Yes."
That's a really overwhelming answer.
"Wait," Batman said suddenly, "how do you know Mr. Warden isn't here?"
Although Mr. Warden was lying unconscious on the ground and bleeding all over the place, he was theoretically healthy. And only a few of them have seen this incident so far, how would the security director know what happened
A few suspicious eyes shot at the security director, but the other party replied flatly: "I don't understand what you mean, please repeat it."
Batman and Stark: "…"
They are too familiar with this answer.
Only Strange frowned imperceptibly.
After the security director conveyed all this, he lifted his legs and left. Banner glanced at Mr. Warden lying on the ground in a panic, and then at the back of the security director, as if he was a little at a loss.
Stark raised his right hand, paused in the air for a moment, landed on Banner's shoulder and patted it twice.
He said nothing, and neither did Banner.
"Then," Strange broke the silence, "is the surgery done?"
Stark raised his head slowly, looked at Batman briefly for a few seconds, and suddenly rushed to speak: "It's settled, it's settled in the Stark Industrial Park first."
Batman: "…"
He immediately glanced to the side: "There is another person over there, and his life is dying."
Stark was dumbfounded.
"Sir, it's Hannibal Lecter, comatose in his confinement room." His artificial intelligence butler replied in time.
Batman said lightly: "Let's take it back together too, there are no healing needles here."
Stark: "..."
He could only glance at Strange: "Then can you cure this too?"
Strange didn't even look at it: "Take it there and talk about it."
Stark felt a bit of a headache for this answer, but he didn't raise any objections. He just asked again: "So, if you plan to have an operation at my place, do I need to prepare an operating room for you?"
He looked at the warden, and added: "According to the basic configuration of the industrial park, I need almost half an hour for people to prepare."
Unexpectedly, Strange shook his head: "No need."
Stark: "?"
"Get me candles, chalk, and salt," said Strange.
Stark: "???"
He sort of understood why Strange said he wanted to take the warden out of the prison—because there was no way to use superpowers and magic here.
"Didn't you say surgery?" Stark accused Strange.
Strange gave him a mentally retarded look: "Yes, surgery."
Stark: "..."
He felt powerless to communicate, so he could only glance at the silent Batman next to him: "Do you have any questions to ask?"
Batman glanced at him: "This is Strange."
"Doctor." Strange added.
Stark: "..."
Given the burden on his shoulders, Banner didn't leave the prison with them—and Banner was shocked after Stark explained the prison's financial situation to him.
"Don't worry," Stark patted him on the shoulder, "Go and take over the warden's business as soon as possible, and I'll think of a few subsidy plans that are easy to complete."
Banner sighed.
Stark carried two unconscious people into the sky. Strange glanced at Batman: "We can get out of the prison, and we can get there one step earlier than him."
Batman: "…"
Strange's "operating room" was quickly set up. In the room at the very end of the rest area Stark had prepared for himself, a compartment inside had been cleared out. According to Strange's request, no extra items should be placed on the ground.
And the outside of the compartment is a bedroom, which can just be used to house the warden who is in a coma.
After dealing with Hannibal Lecter, who was about to run out of blood, Strange knocked on the door of this bedroom.
All the items he asked for had been placed in the compartment, and the warden, who had changed into a surgical suit, was lying on the bed in the bedroom outside.
Strange took a look and said to Stark, "Yes, but it's not necessary."
Stark: "I don't care, you said it was surgery."
When he pushed open the door of the inner compartment again, he saw a circle made of candles on the ground, and Strange was drawing a complex magic circle on the ground with chalk.
The two looked at each other, and Strange said flatly, "You're right, it's an operation."
Stark: "..."
"Help me bring Mr. Warden here." Strange said to Batman and Stark standing outside. Batman is still in his armor, but Stark has changed into his normal clothes. After all, many people have seen them come and go here, and the one who went in was a Batman, and the one who came out turned into Wayne, as if to imply something.
The two carried the unconscious warden into the compartment. In order to avoid inaccurate scan results, he just asked a doctor—the kind who doesn’t draw a magic circle—to do a thorough examination for Mr. Warden, in case he suffered some brain damage and could not wake up.
But the result was the same as before. The doctor took the report with a confused look on his face, as if he had fallen into a predicament in his career.
"Mr. Stark, I..." He was about to say something, but Stark sighed, "I see, I'm healthy."
doctor:"?"
Luckily he wasn't the only one crazy.