Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The toilet area of ​​the staff lounge is not large, where Zhang Dianyu can completely occupy the advantage.

The clown seemed to have a hint of confusion.

He didn't understand why this young prisoner who looked less intelligent and incompetent suddenly showed a special momentum.

As if here and now, he could do everything.

Zhang Dianyu was jealous of his gall. Even if the wave of seccostone would be cold, he had to take this opportunity to take the clown away. This solved a big problem for the prison, and Sycostone was well-dead.

He took out a table knife and stabbed into the clown's abdomen, twisting it by the way to stir.

At the same time, he held his opponent's neck with his backhand as the clown treated himself, feeling the crushing of cartilage between his fingers.

Stark could hardly have imagined that the prisoner would burst out in such an instant that when he separated the two, both sides were dying.

Zhang Dianyu felt tiredness coming to the brain accompanied by sleepiness. He raised his spirit and looked at the side for a final glance. Seeing the clown with blood dripping on his lips, he seemed to make himself laugh.

He heard the sound of an ambulance.

And a line of prompts that appeared in front of you-

Earned the title "King of the Toilet": The toilet has a 900% effect in the range of 1x1, and a 500% effect in the range of 3x3.

He simply passed out.

When he woke up, as he guessed, he returned to his office, holding the notepad of the on-hook warden's favorite in his hand, and stood in the middle of the office in confusion.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time. The watch showed that it was 11:37 at noon.

Banner seemed to be aware of the movement through the office without a door, came over and glanced out: "Mr. Warden, are you sleepwalking over?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He even wondered if Banner was aware of it.

Banner walked back with a teapot, and Zhang Dianyu slowly returned to the sofa. He thought back to the morning when he first became Sycostone, and it had been a few days since the warden's body was unconscious. In the middle he had no idea what was happening.

This time, he was missing only about half an hour.

Maybe it takes time to create a new "role"?

He did not know if the prisoner role of Sycostone had died at this time, but according to his feelings, he felt that he was almost dead, and almost half of his face was corroded to lose consciousness, and only a severe pain reminder He was injured there.

He wanted to know if the clown was dead.

He sat silently waiting for the phone to arrive. If SYKstone can get back to prison, maybe there is still a way to go?

Without knowing why, he suddenly felt that he had returned to the "character" of the warden, leaving the pain and death to Pixel Sycostone, ignorant of the world, making him feel a bit of guilt.

The on-hook Secostone didn't seem to have his own thinking, but Adams and the tree planting guard in the killer crocodile's mouth might not be any different from him.

From the beginning, Sycostone was imprisoned inexplicably, guards watched eating and sleeping, and were caught by ogres.

Zhang Dianyu shook his head and felt that his spirit might also be polluted-was he crazy and regretting a procedure?

Soon after, Sykeston was sent back—as a corpse.

Zhang Dianyu stared at the map silently, and then pushed down the two stretcher carts from the prison car. After seeing the people above, he couldn't help but look dark.

His character, Secostone, died, but Clown and Hannibal were not only alive, but also captured back to prison.

But it's not over yet.

Zhang Dianyu opened the subsidy panel, and the sign of failure was shocking-unlike the cancellation of the original order, the penalty fee seemed to be several times higher, and some compensation was also attached.

For example, in the whole amusement park, adults and children affected by laughter, in order to let them soberly cause riots, no one died.

It's just that the cost of treatment for so many people is really expensive.

Zhang Dianyu felt suffocated.

The moment he clicked to pay the fine, he felt as if his heart had missed a beat. The flowing sound of gold coins sounded loudly, and the prison finances instantly changed from green to red and became negative.

Even in the early days of the game, Zhang Dianyu did not open the option of unlimited funds-which means that prison assets should not have negative numbers.

And now he was in debt.

The desk phone rang in a timely manner. Generally speaking, those who like to make this extension call are prison staff. Zhang Dianyu could guess with her eyes closed, this time it was either a lawyer or an accountant.

He answered the phone with a grit.

It was a call from the accountant informing him that the prison assets were negative at this time, and recommended a loan. Otherwise, the prison will not even be able to provide meals, the prisoners will soon riot, and the employees' weapons and equipment will gradually be unable to replenish, eventually giving the prisoners the upper hand.

In other words, the game was completely lost.

Of course, only Zhang Dianyu, who is the last warden vest, can't give up the prison.

Starting from a wrong decision, he is now a debtor.

Zhang Dianyu felt weak.

I did not expect that the people in this game would spend so much money, and they would still need to be treated if they were clowning with laughter. This group of data does not belong to the prison, why ca n’t they stand up for themselves.

Isn't it always good to laugh?

The stretcher was taken to the prison hospital. Soon after, Zhang Dianyu heard the sound of the water crashing with gold coins, and 3,000 yuan went with it.

And the ogre who failed the jailbreak and the 300% bonus of seccostone hit the crippled clown and was resurrected.

Zhang Dianyu covered her face.

He almost came up with the idea of ​​building the morgue with brick walls-at the moment he doesn't seem to be able to get rid of these two humanoid self-propelled money consuming machines and can only think of other ways.

Make money first.

He reopened the subsidy page, ready to find a reliable way to make money in it. Obviously, this is not easy. Most subsidies cannot be carefully considered, otherwise you will find it easy to lose money.

He decided to temporarily abandon the order and pick up some subsidies for prison construction. These subsidies provided by most government charitable funds help the prison develop well, and by the way there are some guiding suggestions.

Zhang Dianyu found a generous subsidy in it-"the establishment of a secret mutant juvenile criminal correction center".

He knew the mutants, but he also knew that superpowers didn't work in prison.

Doesn't this mean that he can collect a lot of money as long as he collects a few hairy cubs who have committed a crime? Not to mention that these people are not in vain. They, like other prisoners, also bring a subsidy.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the amount of loan funds and felt that they could first build a very large dormitory and a very large canteen according to the specifications of other prisoners.

After sleeping and eating, everything else is less important.

Anyway, they do n’t have any super powers here. As long as they do n’t escape, they will be locked up and waiting for the subsidy to arrive.

Zhang Dianyu felt her breath came back a little, and seemed to rekindle hope.

But first, he had to find an empty space to build this correctional center.

There is no more land in the prison at this time. If it was just now, he still has money to buy a new land, but now his loan is obviously not enough.

So-he looked at the trees that were not yet planted on the opposite side, and divided a small piece of land from the middle, and decided to build the correction center here.

He clicked to receive the subsidy, and at the same time an advance payment came in. At least until the correctional center was completed, plus the amount of the loan, the prison could continue to operate.

Zhang Dianyu carefully read the tasks on the to-do list.

* Establish a secret mutant youth criminal correction center

* Build specialized cells

* Establish a dedicated restaurant and kitchen

* Build a dedicated courtyard

* Receive 10 mutant juvenile offenders

From the task point of view, this is no different from the ordinary prisoner. Zhang Dianyu opened the room planning option and looked at the requirements above.

Then he found out that he really can only set up this correction center-because this so-called "secret" mutant juvenile offender correction center really needs to set up facilities separately, isolate it from the outside world, and prohibit it from prison Feel free to go in and out of the other ranges.

Zhang Dianyu felt as if something was wrong.

Adding the word "secret", he felt as if a flag had been set up in this correction center.

Isn't this the villain's secret agency in most movies? Specially secretly collect super-powered children, draw blood in private, copy the genes, do research, destroy the world or something?

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He seemed to have started something extraordinary again.

Just as he was lost in thought, someone came in from the outside. The footsteps were heavy—not a decoration, but the sound of a real iron guy stepping on the ground.

Zhang Dianyu even wondered if the floor he had spent a lot of money on could be trampled.

He frowned slightly, and found Iron Man coming in. Stark wasn't wearing facial hair, and his hair was a bit damp and seemed to be soaked with sweat.

As soon as he entered the room, he slapped him on the desk and asked, "Mr. Warden, what are you thinking?"

Zhang Dianyu looked at a recessed handprint on the desk, and felt that his desk had been robbing today.

He raised his eyelids and asked indifferently, "Is there anything wrong, Mr. Stark?"

"I thought seccostone-for god's sake I just knew his name-was this poor boy you sent to follow the clown?"

Zhang Dianyu slowly cast a question mark.

SECCOSTONE is not too young-otherwise he will not be in jail. Although it looks dumb, this description makes Zhang Dianyu sound like a black hand behind the scenes.

But he seems to be.

No—Zhang Dianyu thought about it, he is himself, can this be regarded as a black hand behind the scenes?

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark: "Do you have eyeliner in prison?"

"..." Stark got stuck for a moment, but he didn't intend to hide it until now. "Mr. Warden, I do know that you gave the key to the Secostone prison door-I don't know what you are doing Do you still remember that he was a prisoner serving this sentence? "

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark's almost soaked hair and pulled out a towel from the drawer.

Stark: "..."

To be honest, he didn't know how to explain seccostone.

From an outsider's point of view, he does seem to have extraordinary trust in Sycostone-a little strange.

But from his point of view, I think Stark has a little more of these NPCs.

His fines had been paid, the prison finances were in deficit, and what else could he do.

Stark grabbed the towel and sat on the sofa next to it, sinking it down.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." He is really poor today.

"Mr. Stark, this is a prison. Should you disarm your weapon?" Zhang Dianyu hinted.

Stark was silent for a moment, his arms raised, the armor was separated from him, and he broke the only window glass and flew out.

"..." Stark: "Sorry, I will compensate the glass."

Zhang Dianyu seemed to be a little dazed.

Today he seems to be a bit out of step with money.

Stark looked at his expression, his tone softened a little: "Mr. Warden, what I think today is very inappropriate-Los Angeles is the original birthplace of the Stark enterprise, and I cannot let the clown and food Humans are wanton here, and I hope you understand. "

Zhang Dianyu turned back.

He didn't notice what Stark was talking about, and nodded casually.

"Yes, I see. Is there anything else for Mr. Stark?"

Stark was a little questioned and resigned a moment later.

Zhang Dianyu opened the map and saw a little black fighter edge on the edge of the map-he guessed it was a long overdue Batman.

Zhang Dianyu suddenly realized.

No wonder I saw Superman and Iron Man today, but didn't see Mr. Wayne, who he called specifically to call.

Because Mr. Wayne was at his Gotham at this time—the journey from Gotham to here was quite long, but he couldn't ignore it.

Zhang Dianyu felt that the gate of today's prison would be smashed by Chaoying from all walks of life.

Fortunately, Superman did not visit.

After silently solving the clown's laughing balloon, he sent the poisoned people to the hospital, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Zhang Dianyu looked at his watch. It was only one morning after that, and he might be back to work again.

Stark's words reminded him of Secostone lying in the morgue again, and then he remembered an important thing-the clown and Hannibal's cell were in the morgue.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Even if the two mentally ill offenders are homicides, they should n’t be so bad about the body ...

Nevertheless, he opened the game panel and found on the map the Secostone lying quietly on the morgue in the morgue.

The brown-haired young man had blood-red horizontal stripes under his feet, with the word "death" marked.

It was not clear from the map where his injuries were, but the white sheets on the morgue below him were stained with blood.

Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment, and searched the map for the location of the clown and Likert.

They are not in the morgue.

Obviously, Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment and immediately understood that they were back in the confinement room this time.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling that the morgue duo could no longer communicate there.

The confinement room was not their final destination, they still had to return to the confinement room without meals. Zhang Dianyu manipulated the two's files, and later guards sent them to the only three highest-level confinement cells in the prison.

Of course, when you are full, you will want to do something interesting.

Don't eat anymore.

Zhang Dianyu caressed his right eye subconsciously, as if the burning pain was still faint.

Banner didn't know when he stood in the doorway without a door, and looked at him with a restless expression.

Zhang Dianyu put down her hand and asked him, "Dr. Banner, is there anything wrong?"

With his lowered palm, Banner's gaze turned to his right eye, pondered for a moment, and hesitantly said, "It's nothing ... just, seccostone ..."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Today is the second person to come and ask him about Secostone.

Why didn't he know that Sikestone was a little star in prison?

"Oh," Zhang Dianyu said, "I know, he's dead."

Dr. Banner's eyes widened slightly, as if the answer surprised him.

Zhang Dianyu was very puzzled.

Banner was more puzzled.

In his opinion, Mr. Warden was not indifferent, and Secostone was ordered to monitor the movement of the clown, but died outside the prison.

And he had a long relationship with the prison ... unusual.

Mr. Warden just answered the question lightly, "I know, he's dead"?

Banner felt incredible.

But as he walked into the room, he saw that Mr. Dian touched his right eye. He hadn't seen Sycestone's body, but heard Stark describe his tragic state at the time of his death.

The acid in the flower on the clown's chest almost corroded half of Syconstone's head, but when he dying, he rose up and almost killed the clown.

But he did not eventually become a murderer.

He was just a young car thief, but eventually died to fight a super criminal.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Without knowing why, Dr. Banner looked at him with a sad expression, as if thinking about something-hell, he couldn't guess what it was.

Did Banner know that the prison was in a fiscal deficit?

Zhang Dian was shocked.

Although he believes in Banner, it is better not to disclose it to the public at this time. After all, this is the basis of everything. Even Peter is not very clear about this issue-but he is still young. Small, don't quite understand the importance of money.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, and it wasn't very certain-age was not the only criterion in this regard. Perhaps Peter was so used to it that he was very in tune with the prison in this regard.

Zhang Dianyu thought subconsciously of Hulk's tattered purple pants—it seemed to understand why he chose Banner as his assistant.

Perhaps from his heart, he believed that Banner would feel the same in this regard?

In addition, there is Strange, the Supreme Master, who has only a few dollars in his pocket. Presumably he will find a sense of belonging here.

Zhang Dianyu slowly thought about it, and suddenly understood something.

The construction of the prison requires everyone's joint efforts. Maybe he should disclose the financial status of the prison?