Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

"Wait, Captain." Stark stopped him suddenly, "You heard what the boy said, right? You know, just in case you—after all, you're over 90 years old."

The blond man opposite him smiled helplessly, and he knew that Stark would not let him off so easily after he made a joke about "language".

"Sorry, Tony, I shouldn't have mentioned that word."

"I'm serious, Captain." Stark raised his hand and summoned his armor, and the gold and red parts flew into the hall from the window one by one, covering his body, "You heard what Peter said—— You might lose the ability to quadruple the serum there as well, although we don't know why yet."

"I'm a soldier, Tony." The blond man didn't deny it, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Soldiers don't leave the battlefield just because they have a broken leg—and I think I should be able to help."

Stark rolled his eyes, and the visor folded over his face.

But he couldn't refute Captain America's words.Indeed, even without the quadruple serum, he is an excellent soldier, proficient in various fighting techniques, and an expert in tactics.

"Still the same, Steve," Stark said.He activated the repulsion thrusters under his feet, and hugged the captain from behind while flying into the air.

2 minutes is even ample for Iron Man's speed.

But despite this, when he rushed outside the prison wall and paused for a moment to discuss with the captain whether to enter without invitation or to pay a formal visit through the gate, he found an uninvited visitor standing on the wall, staring at them from afar .

"...quick, bat," Stark said.

"I thought you said you were back in New York yesterday." Batman asked hoarsely.

"I thought you said that too," Stark shot back.

Batman: "I have a private jet."

Stark: "Me too."

Captain America, who was hanging in the air, didn't know whether he should answer, but he was keenly aware that the current atmosphere seemed not very harmonious, so he chose to remain silent in the end.

The golden-red Iron Man finally chose the third option, landing on the prison wall and observing the movement inside from a distance.

The current prison is still in a peaceful atmosphere, and there are many more prisoners in dark red prison uniforms than they were last time here, presumably they are somewhat different from the prisoners in orange prison uniforms before.

But in prison they weren't treated differently - meaning they were all laid back now, walking and chatting on gravel paths, or... having some personal friction.

In the shadows under the outer wall of the canteen, Stark saw two prisoners who seemed to be pushing and shoving another guy who looked a little weak.

"If it weren't for the menacing faces of these people," he shrugged, "I would wonder which public high school this is."

No one responded to him, but that didn't stop him from eyeing Batman suspiciously: "Why did you get the news faster than us?"

"I have my own channel," Batman whispered.

Stark pondered for a while, and saw a prisoner sneaking into the corner and pulling out a mobile phone, editing some information on it.

The information panel of the visor can feed back the surrounding environment data, obviously including the prisoner's personal information, and the mobile phone in their hands——

"Are you monitoring this place through the mobile phone produced by Wayne Enterprises?" Stark said incredulously, "Have you already intervened in the channel of contraband to plant bugs?"

Batman disagrees with his point of view: "I didn't install a bug on my phone, it is a bug itself. It's the application software manufacturer that collects environmental information, and it has nothing to do with me."

Stark: "...you are really a hateful capitalist."

"You too." Batman shot back.

The scene fell into a brief silence, and Captain America on the side slowly stretched his palms with a serious face, frowning.

"Guys, I think...Peter is right." The blond man stared at his hands and said, "Within the range of the wall, I feel that the strengthening effect brought by the quadruple serum seems... to be reduced."

"It's just a reduction?" Stark asked immediately, "Can you be sure how much it has been reduced?"

Captain America thought for a while: "Sorry, Tony... I'm not a robot, so I can't say an exact value, but it will definitely drop significantly."

"So superpowers are suppressed here?" Stark said slowly, meeting Batman's eyes.

Batman shook his head: "There is no definite answer yet. Peter concealed this in the report, but I do have doubts about it, and I have asked my friends to come and investigate."

Speaking of this, Stark got angry: "I just said that the boy shouldn't be given any undercover mission—"

"That's why he hid it from us, Tony." Captain America said helplessly.

Stark: "..."

He exhaled through his nostrils for a while, then forcibly changed the subject, and asked Batman: "Then when is your friend going to come—is that the big blue guy you asked for? I don't think he is a kind of... superpower?"

Batman: "But he's a reporter."

Stark: "..."

"The editor-in-chief rejected his proposal, so I can only wait until the weekend to visit the prison under the guise of an interview." Batman glanced at him indifferently, "Mr. Warden doesn't have a rest day anyway, does he?"

Speaking of the warden, from the good view here, you can see that a group of people just walked out of the office building at the southernmost end of the prison, and went straight to the westernmost side of the entire prison.

The last time they visited here separately, the land on the west side was not within the scope of the prison, and they could also see that the prison's cafeteria had been remodeled.

That's an amazing efficiency for any construction team, but here it seems to have been taken for granted.

After Zhang Dianyu brought armed guards and paramedics to the west wing of the heavily guarded psychiatric ward, he first asked the accompanying armed guards to point their guns inside, and then sent a guard to open the door.

You have to open three prison doors to reach the corridors and cells inside, but the opening time of the cell doors is completely preset, so there are mentally ill prisoners in a stocking state inside.

Zhang Dianyu slowly frowned, and said to the nurse next to him, "When you see a clown, just push him down to the ground and inject a sedative, so you don't have to worry about hurting the patient."

Anyway, a serious injury is only 1500 yuan for treatment needles.

The heavy locks on the iron door were opened layer by layer, and there was silence inside.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the map on the game panel.Now it's free time, and the clown is just wandering in the hallway just like before, with the other two mentally ill prisoners following behind him.

I don't know why the mentally ill are always subdued by him. Is there a special language between them?

Zhang Dianyu motioned for the armed guards to advance.

The free fire in the lower right corner of the game panel was still flashing, which meant that the armed guards would shoot without hesitation.

If the clown attacks the guards, perhaps Zhang Dianyu will be able to get his wish.

Anyway, after today, he can already afford to pay the fine, and the prison assets consumed by the clown here are no less than the fine to be paid - Zhang Dianyu can clearly calculate this account.

Without a trace of fear, the armed guards walked into the prison gate as Zhang Dianyu ordered, and the nurses followed behind.

For some reason, Zhang Dianyu always felt that there was some difference between them.

Nursing was recruited by him through the employee panel in the past few days. Everyone went through a cutscene interview, and then they started working in a daze.

Zhang Dianyu suddenly understood the difference between them and the original prison guards and employees—they knew how to be afraid, and there was a look of fear in their eyes.

The newly recruited employees seem to be different from the original ones. They seem to be more intelligent and have more human-like emotions.

Is this what the game is doing to upgrade content?

Zhang Dianyu touched his body and found that he was not as armed as an ordinary guard, and he didn't even have a small pistol—let alone a gun, as the warden, he didn't even have a key to the prison door.

He can't call the clown's head with the clipboard.

Who is not a tool man?

The light in the corridor flickered on and off, because the construction of this building was rushed, so Zhang Dianyu arranged the positions of the lights casually.

It would be nice to have light-as for the windows, there must be no windows.

This directly caused the current situation to look a bit like a scene in a horror movie, but the guards with guns walking in the front obviously didn't think so.

In fact, they are very calm and will only perform tasks as instructed.

After the land was suddenly less tense than before, Zhang Dianyu also let go of the construction of the psychiatric ward.Although there are currently only three prison doors in the West Wing, for future development considerations, Zhang Dianyu has set up a long corridor. If necessary, more doors can be added, and guards with guns are arranged in the middle of each door.

Anyway, there are no windows here, and there are people patrolling outside the walls all the time. Although accidents are inevitable, that's another matter.

After the corridor there is a small 3x3 clearing, from here you can turn right to the padded holding cell, or turn left to the shower.

Zhang Dianyu saw a touch of green hair from a distance, and felt the nurse beside him breathing quickly.

Sure enough, the two green heads suddenly jumped at the leading guard, but the gunshots rang out immediately, and everyone who came was shot right through.

Zhang Dianyu: ...Wait, two?

Slightly hoarse laughter came from inside, but it was not aggressive, so the guards with guns stood unmoved in the pool of blood.

The nurse next to him seemed to be frightened by the decisive shooting, and was stunned for a moment before recovering his voice.

"You..." The person in the blue-green nursing uniform standing at the front said a word, then looked down at the straitjacket and sedative in his hand, "I... isn't that our job?"

What's going on in this prison? They died on the spot when they were mentally ill. Are they still needed?

The nurse was still wondering if there was something wrong with her career, but the laughter inside became more and more crazy, almost out of breath.

Zhang Dianyu identified the two green hairs on the ground.

From the point of view of body shape, these are the two tool men who suddenly went crazy, their hair was dyed green, and they were thrown out to be used as targets by the guards with guns.

The pixel villain's marksmanship is of course no problem, and it's no wonder that the shotgun has problems at close range-so they have fallen into a pool of blood and can't speak.

"Here... here is really interesting."

The person inside couldn't breathe with laughter, and said in a soft and low voice: "So Harry, have you brought my playing cards?"

Before the words were finished, there was a huge explosion sound behind Zhang Dianyu, and a girl with double ponytails in fancy clothes appeared in the middle of the falling rubble, carrying a folding chair in her hand?

Seeing this familiar face, Zhang Dianyu thought for a while.

He obviously knew this man, Dr. Quizell, who had been fired not long ago.

But he also recognizes this outfit, isn't this Harley Quinn?

So Peter's hesitant constipated expression a few days ago was to say that this was Harley Quinn, not that he met an ordinary colleague?

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

She's only been in jail for a few days and she's giving up her sledgehammer and bat for a folding chair as a weapon?

Zhang Dianyu felt uncomfortable: "Doctor Quizell... put down the chair."

This style of painting is not suitable.

"There is no Quezle here, only Harley Quinn." The female doctor with twin ponytails raised her chin and said.

Zhang Dianyu: "Then you have to put down the chair too—if you change three letters, no one will recognize you?"

"Sir!" A terrified voice shouted from outside the gravel, and there was a sound of trying to pull the stones from outside.

Zhang Dianyu: "Peter?"

"No no no—what, who is that?" The boy's voice outside became more frightened, "I am... Peter's friend Spider-Man."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

This is even more extreme, do you have to pretend not to know you if you have the same voice?