Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu came back to his senses and realized that he had indeed switched back to the "main interface".

His flashlight was left in the coffin, and it was inconvenient to go back to get it at this time - the clown finished laughing in the coffin like a convulsion after finishing the bullets in the magazine of a small pistol, and he didn't know what he was going to do next.

Zhang Dianyu took out his pocket, took out his cell phone, and turned on the flashlight.

He found that even if he didn't call out "Mr. Warden", he would have switched roles at this time-the old warden was lying unconscious on the ground, bleeding everywhere.

Can a clown cut his neck unprofessional?

Zhang Dianyu gasped. If Mr. Fergus could not be treated immediately, he might die.

He called 911 and hung up quickly.He knew who could come the fastest at this time.

"Mr. Warden?" Stark's doubtful voice came from the receiver, sounding very sober.

It was just past midnight, and I'm afraid it was far from his bedtime.

"I'm in the cemetery..." Zhang Dianyu said, his voice was terribly hoarse.

After all, this body was tied to the tombstone and blew the cold wind for several hours, and it was already good enough to be able to speak.

Stark was taken aback. "Are you still in the cemetery? No, no, I mean, what's wrong with your voice, what happened?"

He knew, of course, that Mr. Warden was still there—unless he got lost in the woods, he had neither returned to prison nor checked into any hotel, and could not have slept directly on the street.

And the artificial intelligence butler told him that Mr. Warden’s credit card had been used at the gas station near the cemetery. Of course, he could easily infer that the warden planned to spend the night in front of the prisoner’s grave.

Stark even shed a few crocodile tears for it.

He didn't intend to pry into Mr. Warden's privacy, hoping that he could spend an undisturbed night with his prisoners.

"Mr. Fergus..."

The warden's hoarse voice came from the receiver, and the name mentioned made his heart tighten.

"—he was badly wounded by the clown," said the warden's voice.

Stark was dumbfounded.

Batman skipped the meeting tonight because the Joker was going to blow up the Union Savings Bank—but he didn't know which one of the many banks it was, so he was busy looking for clues to wring the Joker's dog's head off.

Unexpectedly, the clown also ignored his terrorist actions and ran to snipe the warden who went out for the first time.

Stark felt a strong tremor in his heart. If something happened to the warden, he would have to live under Batman's disapproving gaze for the rest of his life. Thinking about it makes people despair.

"How's the injury? I'll come over right away." After Stark finished speaking, he added, "Stay where you are."

"...I'm not sure." The warden's voice seemed a little hesitant, "The clown threw a lot of bombs and buzzing things that exploded green gas, should I stay where I am?"

"..." Stark took a breath, "Run! Find a place to cover yourself and hide, do you know how to deal with the wound? I will let the artificial intelligence send the basic tutorial to your phone—"

"Oh," came the sound of dragging something through the receiver, "Mr. Fergus is unconscious and bleeding profusely. The carotid artery may have been cut open by the clown, and he was shot—I think he might be about to die." died."

Stark nearly choked on his own saliva.

Although Mr. Warden's voice was hoarse, he sounded calm—or it could be said that there was no real heartache or anxiety at all, so that he thought that Mr. Fergus had suffered some ordinary injuries.

In the end, Mr. Fergus was not far from death?

The promised warden and Mr. Fergus have a deep relationship?No, although this is false, he once watched the scene where the warden woke up under the call of Mr. Fergus.To be under the control of Mr. Fergus - whatever he is - should of course trust and admire his Maker with all his heart.

For some reason, Stark thought of his artificial intelligence butler at this time.

Stark: "..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Dianyu dragged Mr. Fergus by the arm, moved them to a farther place with difficulty, and found a tombstone as a cover.

The original tombstone used to bind the warden had been blown up by the bomb thrown by the clown. Zhang Dianyu really didn't understand why there were so many things hidden in his purple windbreaker. Is his real identity a Doraemon?

He was really afraid that if the clown would pull out a bazooka from his pocket later, he might have nowhere to hide.

The most important thing is that Mr. Fergus is in a coma, and he can't use his skills again.

When the incident happened suddenly, when the skill took effect, he only had time to see clearly a line of notes that popped up [skill was used successfully]. He didn't have time to read the long string of small characters after that, but he probably remembered that it meant that the target could escape the confinement environment. .

Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, it is not difficult to understand - just like the confinement room may also be destroyed, encountering special prisoners - or should be called the object of use here, maybe it will not last for too long.

The clown is trapped in a small 1x1 grid by his "Confinement" skill. Although the coffin lid has been pushed away by him, he has no way to get out from the edge of this virtual confinement room.

"Wow, Mr. Warden... why are you hiding from my little toy?" The clown said with a smile, holding the edge of the confinement room in the air with both hands, and put his face on it.

The flashlight shone on his pale face, and Zhang Dianyu could see his face being crushed by a glass that didn't exist.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Mental patients do have broad thinking, and they can still be happy at this time.

But he couldn't be happy.Although the clown doesn't have superpowers, for some reason, Zhang Dianyu feels that he has the ability to break free from this virtual confinement room.

Maybe it's because he didn't panic at all, and even had a happy attitude.

"Well, is it because of the old man's abilities—he makes you fear? Or worship? My Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He ignored the clown, pulled off his tie and tried to tie Mr. Fergus's wound to stop the bleeding, because he remembered to tie it on the top of the wound to buy time for the injured.

But... is this the neck?

After Zhang Dianyu tightened his red tie, he felt that something was wrong, so he untied it a little more.

"Why don't you read the emergency first aid guide I sent you?"

Someone behind him said.

Zhang Dianyu didn't look back, his hands were covered with the blood of Mr. Fergus, but he heard heavy metal landing behind him.

Stark came over, protruded a strange tube from his arm, and sprayed a film-like substance on Mr. Fergus' wound.

"It's only temporary, he lost a lot of blood." Stark snapped his fingers, but making this kind of movement with metal fingers always seemed pretentious, "The ambulance will be here soon."

Before the words fell, another armored car carrying an ambulance that was still honking fell heavily to the ground.

"I mean—right now." Stark opened his visor and smiled.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." In terms of pretense, no one can compare to Stark.

The ambulance was gently lowered to the ground by Stark's armor, and Zhang Dianyu swore he heard exclamations and applause from inside.Immediately afterwards, the solemn medical staff pushed the stretcher cart and rushed here, and carried Mr. Fergus up.

"I saw the photo you sent - we are different, I will read the message." Stark said meaningfully, "Mr. Fergus's blood seems to be draining, I think It may be too late for the normal ambulance to arrive."

Zhang Dianyu took out the handkerchief in the pocket of his suit jacket and wiped the blood covering his hands.

But the sticky feeling was still lingering, and the blood on my hands couldn't be wiped clean.

Stark glanced at Mr. Warden who was wiping his hands seriously, and another metal pipe protruded from under his arm, from which a clear stream of water sprayed out.

This is the second doraemon that Zhang Dianyu has seen today.

He reached over to wash off the blood, and then said to Stark, "Thanks, you still have water with you?"

"Oh, it's not water, it's actually filtered... that..." Stark paused halfway through speaking, with a somewhat uncomfortable expression, "Don't worry, you have to trust Stark Industries' filtration technology. Top notch in the world.”

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He really believed in Stark's evil.

"Where is the clown?" Stark looked around and changed the subject, pointing to the direction hidden in the green mist.

Zhang Dianyu nodded and looked at Stark: "Do you have a gas mask?"

Stark really does.

"What are you going to do, it's dangerous there, it's enough for me to go alone." Stark grabbed Zhang Dianyu's shoulder, "You stay here."

Mr. Warden's suit was soaked with Mr. Fergus' blood, reminding him of the previous evening.

Zhang Dianyu shook his head: "The clown has been trapped by...Mr. Fergus' ability. I have to go there. Only I know what to do."

Stark was refreshed, and the warden wanted to reveal Mr. Fergus's superpower to him?

Isn't that what they've been trying to track down all along?

The visor was closed, and Stark raised a hand to stop Mr. Warden: "Then, you follow me-you are not dealing with an ordinary criminal, trust me."

Zhang Dianyu didn't intend to walk ahead of him either.

"There's a coffin lid in that pit, just snap it over."

As they walked past, the Joker sat in the coffin and smiled chillingly in their direction.It seems that he has tried various methods, but he still has not been able to break free from the virtual confinement room.

"Oh, I think I see what you mean." Stark was silent for a moment, "but there's someone here, and I can't help—"

Zhang Dianyu hooked the shovel with his toes, and slapped the clown into the coffin and lay flat: "It's ready now."

Stark: "..."

He hesitated a bit, but still followed what Zhang Dianyu said, and covered the coffin.

Anyway, it's a clown locked inside, and he deserves it.

"Press that cover." Zhang Dianyu nodded, and scooped up a full shovelful of soil from the side and sprinkled it down.

Stark: "?"

"Wait," he said hastily, "I know he deserves it—no, but you can't bury a clown alive, Mr. Warden."

"I'll leave a hole for ventilation." Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, "You can drill a hole in the cover right now—don't make it too big, just enough for breathing."