Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

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

His flashlight fell in the coffin, and it was inconvenient to go back at this time-the clown finished a small hand. The bullet in the gun magazine was laughing like a wind in the coffin, and he did not know what he was going to do next. .

Zhang Dianyu took out his pocket, took out his mobile phone, and lit the flashlight.

He found that even if he didn't shout out "Mr. Warden", he should switch roles at this time-the old Warden was lying on the ground unconsciously, and blood was everywhere.

Can a clown cut his neck unprofessional?

Zhang Dianyu gasped, if Mr. Fergus could not be treated immediately, he would probably die.

He dialed 911, and then quickly hung up. He knew who was the fastest to come at this time.

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

It was just past midnight, and it was probably far from his bedtime.

"I'm in the cemetery ..." Zhang Dianyu said, his voice horrified horror.

After all, this body was tied to the tombstone for a few hours of cold wind, and it was good to speak.

Stark was startled: "Are you still there at the cemetery? No, I mean, what's going on with your voice, what happened?"

He certainly knew that Mr. Warden was still there-unless he got lost in the woods, he had neither returned to the prison nor registered at any hotel, and it was impossible to sleep directly on the street.

And the artificial intelligence steward told him that Mr. Warden's credit card was used at a gas station near the cemetery. Of course, he could easily deduce that the warden intended to spend the night in front of the prisoner's grave.

Stark even shed a few drops of crocodile tears.

He did not intend to spy on Mr. Warden ’s **, hoping he would spend an undisturbed night with his prisoners.

"Mr. Fergus ..."

The warden's hoarse voice came from the receiver, and the name mentioned made him nervous.

"--He was seriously injured by the clown." The warden's voice said.

Stark was dumbfounded.

Batman had a pigeon meeting tonight, because the clown was going to blow up the United Savings Bank-but he didn't know which of the many banks, so he was busy looking for clues to unscrew the clown's head.

Unexpectedly, the clown also did his horror and ran to **** the warden for the first time.

Stark felt a strong tremor in his heart. If the warden had an accident, he would live in Batman's disapproving eyes for the rest of his life. It would be desperate to think about it.

"How is the injury? I'll rush over immediately." Stark finished, and added, "Don't move where you are."

"... I'm not sure." The warden's voice looked a little hesitant. "The clown threw a lot of bombs and buzzing things that would explode green gas. Should I stay in place?"

"..." Stark took a breath, "Run! Find a place to cover yourself and hide. Do you know how to deal with wounds? I will let artificial intelligence send basic tutorials to your phone--"

"Oh," came the sound of something dragging from the earpiece, "Mr. Fergus was unconscious, bleeding a lot, maybe the carotid artery was cut by the clown, and he was shot-I think he might be fast died."

Stark was nearly choked to death by his spit.

Although the warden's voice was hoarse, it sounded calm-or it can be said that there was no real heartache and anxiety, so that he thought that Mr. Fergus was just a bit injured.

But Mr. Fergus is not far from death?

Said the warden had a deep relationship with Mr. Fergus? No, although this was false, he had watched the scene where the warden awakened at the call of Mr. Fergus. Under the control of Mr. Fergus—whatever he is—of course he should trust and admire his creator with all his heart.

I don't know why, but Stark remembered his artificial intelligence steward again.

Stark: "..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Dianyu dragged Mr. Fergus' arms and moved the two to a place farther away, and found a tombstone as a bunker.

Initially, the tombstone used to bind the warden had been blown away by the clown. The bomb was blown up. Zhang Dianyu really didn't understand how so many things were hidden in his purple trench coat. Is his real identity a robot cat?

He was really afraid that the clown would pull a rocket out of his pocket later, then he might have no place to hide.

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

At that time, when the skill came into effect, he only had time to see the line [Successful use of skills] that jumped out. He did n’t have time to read the long series of small characters at the back, but I probably remembered that the use of the object may break away from the confinement environment. .

Zhang Dianyu thought about it for a while, but it's not difficult to understand-just as the confinement room may also be destroyed, encountering special prisoners-or should be called the object of use here, maybe not for too long.

The clown is trapped in a 1x1 grid by his "confinement" skill. Although the coffin cover has been pushed open by him, he can't get out of the edge of this virtual confinement room.

"Wow, Mr. Warden ... Why are you hiding from my little toy?" The clown said with a grin, holding his face against the edge of the confinement room in the air with his hands.

The flashlight shone on his pale face, and Zhang Dianyu could see his face squashed by a non-existent glass.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The mental patient is indeed broad in thinking, and can still be happy at this time.

But he was not happy. Although the clown doesn't have super powers, I don't know why, Zhang Dianyu just thinks he has the ability to break away from this virtual confinement room.

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

"Well, is it because of the old guy's ability-he scares you? Or is it worship? My Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He ignored the clown and pulled off his tie to try to tie Mr. Fergus's wound to stop the bleeding, because he remembered to tighten it over the wound to buy time for the injured.

But ... this is the neck?

After Zhang Dianyu tightened the red tie, he felt that something was wrong, and he untied a little.

"Why don't you look at the emergency ambulance guide I sent you?"

Someone said behind him.

Zhang Dianyu didn't look back. His hands were full of Mr. Fergus' blood, but he heard the heavy metal falling behind him.

Stark walked over and found a strange tube from his arm, spraying a thin film of material on Mr. Fergus' wound.

"It's only temporary, he lost too much blood." Stark snapped his fingers, but with metal fingers this kind of action is always pretending to be chic, "The ambulance will arrive soon."

The voice did not fall, another armor carried an ambulance that was still sounding the horn, and landed heavily on the ground.

"I mean-right away." Stark opened his visor and smiled.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." on the pretend that no one really compares to Stark.

The ambulance was gently placed on the ground by Stark's armor, and Zhang Dianyu swore that he heard exclamation and applause from inside. Immediately afterwards, the solemn medical staff immediately pushed the stretcher car and ran towards it, and lifted Mr. Fergus up.

"I saw the picture you sent-we are different, I will read the message." Stark said with a certain meaning, "Mr. Fergus' blood seems to be running out, I think Waiting for the normal ambulance to arrive, I am afraid it is too late. "

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

But the sticky feeling was still lingering, and the blood on my hands could not be wiped clean.

Stark glanced at the warden, who was wiping his hands seriously, and another metal tube protruded under his arm, and a clear stream of water spewed out from inside.

This is the second robot cat Zhang Dianyu saw today.

He reached over and washed the blood, and then said to Stark: "Thank you, you still carry water with you?"

"Oh, it's not water, it's actually filtered ... that ..." Stark paused halfway through his expression, his expression a little uncomfortable, "Don't worry, you have to believe in Stark's industrial filtration technology It ’s top-notch in the world. "

Zhang Dianyu: "............"

He really believed in Stark's evil.

"The clown is over there?" Stark shifted the subject, looking left and right, pointing to the direction hidden in the green mist next to him.

Zhang Dianyu nodded and looked at Stark: "Is there a gas mask?"

Stark really does.

"What are you going to do? It's very 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 in Mr. Fergus' blood, reminding him of the evening before him.

Zhang Dianyu shook his head: "The clown has been trapped by ... the ability of Mr. Fergus, I must go, only I know what to do."

Stark was refreshed, and the governor wanted to reveal to him Mr. Fergus' superpowers?

Isn't that what they always wanted to track down?

The visor closed, and Stark raised a hand, stopping Mr. Warden: "So, you are following me-you are not dealing with an ordinary criminal, trust me."

Zhang Dianyu did not intend to walk in front of him.

"There is a coffin cover in that pit. You just buckle it up."

As they walked over, the clown sat in the coffin and gave a chilling smile in the direction of the two. It seems that he has tried various methods, but he has not been able to break free of the virtual confinement room.

"Oh, I think I understand what you mean." Stark was silent for a moment. "But there are people here, I can't--"

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

Stark: "..."

He was hesitant, but according to what Zhang Dianyu said, he covered the coffin.

Anyway, the clown is inside, and he deserves it.

"Squeeze the lid." Zhang Dianyu nodded and scooped up a full shovel of soil from the side.

Stark: "?"

"Wait," he said quickly. "I know this is what he deserves-no, but you can't bury the clown alive, Mr. Warden."

"I will leave a vent." Zhang Dianyu thought for a while. "You can now drill a hole in the lid-don't be too big, just breathe."