The sheriff was slightly taken aback.
"How do you know?" His face quickly became serious, and he pressed the holster with his right hand, "We immediately sent the police after receiving the tip-off, and we just arrived at the scene at this time - we confirmed that there was someone in the coffin underground, and we are preparing for rescue work .”
Zhang Dianyu was slightly silent.
"I suggest you give way," he said, "because I put the clown in, so of course I know."
The security officer pulled out the gun abruptly, and raised it flat to face Zhang Dianyu: "You locked it in? Who else is there?"
Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark who was watching the show, and said, "There is also Iron Man."
Stark was taken aback for a moment, and put down his hands clasping his chest.
He also wants to carry this pot together? But he thought about it again, and sure enough, Mr. Fergus dug the hole and Mr. Warden filled it in, but he did the Joker's vent—wait, what about the vent
He stared dumbfounded at the holographic scan displayed on the visor, and yelled at the sheriff, "Get out of the way!"
The sheriff was startled, and hurriedly jumped aside, looking nervously at the ground. The policemen present drew their guns and pointed at them, looking around the scene.
But nothing happened.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He glanced at Stark, and Stark looked back.
"Put your hands up where I can see them, and lie down on the ground!" This is the suburbs, and the state police who came from nearby immediately interrupted their staring, intending to step forward to arrest people.
Zhang Dianyu didn't expect Stark's reputation to be bad, not much better than Batman.
When nothing happened, there would always be people screaming frantically at his figure passing from the sky, but once the slightest accident was pointed at him, people would immediately put on another face.
It seems that the possessor of power is born with a dangerous label.
That is true.
"No," Stark said, "you can't catch me."
The policemen at the scene were silent for a few seconds, and their guns turned on Zhang Dianyu in unison.
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
He could only raise his hands, otherwise the police have the right to shoot in this case.
"What I helped to bury was..." Stark said slowly with his eyes full of bewilderment, "—the air hole that keeps the clown alive." He sneered, "otherwise he is dead now, you can dig it out There was only one body."
"—Isn't that better!" The reporter in the distance still didn't leave, and even eavesdropped on their conversation.
Finally, a policeman walked over, arrested him directly for obstructing law enforcement, and stuffed him into a police car beside him.
Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly, looking at the underground displayed on the game panel. The blood bar of the clown has stopped falling, and there seems to be signs of recovery.
This proved that the air had entered the coffin, and he might wake up later—of course it would be more useful to dig it out for oxygen. But if his brain is broken and becomes a fool because of this, Neng Zhang Dianyu would be happy to see it.
What an overdose of sedatives could not, air might.
Before the clown woke up, Zhang Dianyu canceled the skill status, so that the clown could be dug out by the police and taken away.
His 1/5 mission of chasing escaped criminals should be stable.
"So," Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark, and then said to the policemen in front of him, "Can we leave?"
The lead officer frowned and raised a hand, motioning for the others to put down their guns.
"Sir, you still have to go back with me to make a record."
"Or ask my artificial intelligence butler," Stark was very dissatisfied, "it can even hold a shareholders' meeting for me, and it's more like myself than me."
Zhang Dianyu: "..." Is it really appropriate to say this kind of thing publicly
But the police officer on the opposite side stared at him, listening to the voice coming from the earphone, his face gradually became serious.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark." He tried to steady his voice and said, "You still need to come with us, it won't be too long."
Stark glared at him. "Don't think I don't know the subtext of that line is 'we're going to ruin your day'."
The officer looked at him: "I hope you can cooperate, Iron Man."
Two hours later, something never imagined happened.
Zhang Dianyu's head felt cold, and he was sitting on the bench in the detention room. Next to him was Iron Man in battle armor, and opposite him was... the clown.
I knew he should really find a way to keep Batman.
The clown stepped on the bench with one leg bent, grinning and looking at the two people across from him, no matter how he looked at it, he had bad intentions.
Zhang Dianyu felt that he really should let the magistrate step on his ventilation hole for a while longer.
"Mr. Fergus... that's your name, isn't it?" the clown asked, licking the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Dianyu looked at his nose, nose and heart, pretending not to hear.
"SHIT," said Stark next to him angrily, "we've been waiting in this class for over an hour."
Give him a reason not to blow up the detention room on the spot
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but glanced at him. Stark sat on the bench in his battle armor, looking very out of place. But his agreement to come in was already a kind of compromise, and no one dared to let him disarm.
But that's not a bad thing, after all they're sitting across from the Joker.
But being in the same cell as the Joker—that's kind of out of the question.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but licked his lips, and asked Stark: "With the weight of your armor, sitting on this bench didn't crush it, are you in a gait?"
Stark: "?"
His anger faltered for a moment.
After a moment, Stark said: "I think I believe Mr. Warden is a student you taught."
Zhang Dianyu was at a loss.
"I don't," Stark said, "it's actually the suit that holds that position, and I'm sitting…in it."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Stark: "..."
The clown laughed so hard that he started pounding his knees: "Oh, I think I'm starting to like you, Mr. Fergus?"
Zhang Dianyu paused for a moment, looked at the clown with a solemn expression, "You're a bit harsh—it's unbelievable."
Stark glanced at him.
Even if he is quite self-aware of himself, he wouldn't be so ruthless in his evaluation, right
But he had to admit that the clown's words sounded very serious. Mr. Fergus's bald head was still shining brightly reflecting the cold white light above his head, yet he was able to speak.
"Mr. Stark," a policeman finally came over, with a polite tone, "Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes is waiting for you outside, you have twenty minutes to chat."
Stark didn't speak, but the eyebrows in the armor frowned.
"twenty minutes?"
He was ushered into a small, cramped room with just a table and two chairs—a little better than an interrogation look, at least not with two policemen sitting across from him.
Stark spread his hands, and the mask opened to reveal a handsome face full of dissatisfaction: "Seriously? Shouldn't I be released on bail directly?"
"And the headlines—Tony, what are you doing?" In the room with his back to the door was a black man wearing an Air Force uniform and a lieutenant colonel's epaulettes, "I received your call to return to Los Angeles. Thought you were going to invite me to reminisce about the past and spend a wonderful vacation together—I was about to say no to you?"
"No," said Stark, "you're not going to turn me down."
"Oh, I will definitely reject you, you can try." Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes said.
"I refuse." Stark walked to the chair, leaned on the back of the chair and was planning to continue, he hesitated for a while and gave up the idea, and stood directly by the table.
"Honestly, Roddy—what's the matter, that state trooper who came in just now said I only had twenty minutes to talk? Aren't you here to bail me?"
"I did, and I brought your card." Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes frowned, "But I don't know, the notice I received was—I hope you can cooperate with the police and be temporarily transferred to Prison nearby, wait..." He made an incomprehensible expression, "—'special hearing'?"
Both Stark and Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes showed puzzled expressions.
"What is this, am I a criminal like the Joker?" Stark said, "Because I helped bury a criminal?"
"Oh, that wasn't mentioned in the report I got," said Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes. "It said—you hijacked an ambulance."
Stark: "I did—no, I didn't hijack, and they're still clapping inside!"
Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes glanced at him, silently raised his palm and clapped a few times: "Okay, it's you."
Stark, helpless with the yin and yang of his best friend, seemed to swell up like a puffer fish.
"Honestly, I'm not going to listen to you—can you see, I'm going to go now." Stark raised his arms. "Sorry, can someone stop me?"
Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes stared at him for a moment. "Well, Tony, you're right. But even if you could walk away—what about your accomplice?"
"Partners?" Tony repeated unhappily.
Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes was a little helpless: "Whatever you, your friend, or what - he is going to be locked up with the clown, or you plan to take him away too, and you two are going to die together?"
"Oh, you mean Mr. Fergus." Tony grinned, "You may not know that he is actually... Forget it, let me clarify, I won't die with a bald old man."
He thought for a while, maybe no one has mentioned Mr. Fergus's super power so far, so it is a good thing for the government to keep this matter a secret.
He wasn't even necessarily planning to tell Fury yet.
Stark returned to the detention room, and met Mr. Fergus' slightly opened mouth head-on. The Joker was handcuffed on the other side of the holding cell, but he didn't try to mess with it during the twenty minutes he wasn't there.
Maybe it's because he feels that Mr. Fergus' abilities are indeed a threat after losing the precious little "toys" in the purple trench coat
Mr. Fergus seemed puzzled that he had really returned.
"Uh..." The bald older man scratched at the only ring of hair left, "I thought you were going to blow up their interrogation room." He shook his head.
Listen, does that sound like something from a former law defender
But Mr. Fergus's reaction was inexplicably familiar - for some reason, Stark always felt something strange.
Ten minutes later, they boarded the prison van that was transferred to the prison together.
The bumpy journey didn't seem far away. The moment the back door opened, the three people who were taken out of the prison car fell silent at the same time.
Can't be more familiar here
like coming home