Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

At the same time, Zhang Dianyu, who had just adapted to the bright light in the room, realized that the look of the bald warden at this time did not look normal.

Although he said that his purpose had been achieved, judging from Mr. Fergus's response, the few people standing by the door probably thought about it right away.

Just now Zhang Dianyu compiled a set of teacher-student love stories that made the listener tearful and sad. As a result, the students finally woke up, but the former warden became apathetic-it was too weird.

He even glanced at Stranger's expression with his light, and it seemed to have started to become a bit subtle.

Zhang Dianyu now has two choices, freely throwing the black pot to Mr. Fergus, who has lost his head, and he casually shows off to the super-British-for example, he once established a transformer room to execute prisoners, and once for a prisoner diet health survey The task is to let them have only one low-volume, low-meal meal every day, and all kinds of past.

Then Mr. Fergus will be convicted for this, and then spend the rest of his life in the prison-not impossible, anyway, the prison is readily available, Zhang Dianyu can also arrange a good room for him.

Now that Sycostone's resurrection is in the foreseeable future, there is just a vacant cell behind the assistant room.

The problem is that as a former law enforcement officer, Mr. Fergus is likely to be hostile to other prisoners in prison.

In other words, even under the protection of Zhang Dianyu, the bald warden may not live long.

And Zhang Dianyu just got a new character and doesn't want him to die so soon-even if the character is bald, in general he will never use it again.

What could be more important than hair?

The second option was much more interesting. Zhang Dianyu's eyes moved slightly, and she seemed to want to sit up, but failed, and only weakly said, "Mr. Fergus?"

The character selection panel was expanded before his eyes, and he immediately switched roles.

The angle of view suddenly changed, he turned his eyes, looked at the young man who was looking up at him, restrained a sigh, and seemed to choke with a slight invisibility.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if speechless.

But obviously, he didn't say no.

Zhang Dianyu allowed the atmosphere to rise between the two for a while, and then responded gently and slowly: "My ... Mr. Diaoyuan."

Then he immediately switched roles.

Mr. Fergus no longer spoke, and his expression fell into indifference.

But at this time to the outsider, the old prison warden was more like deliberately suppressing his feelings, and he did not want to show worry and weakness in front of the students.

Zhang Dianyu tilted her head slightly and glanced at the people beside the door.

In fact, he wanted to see if the performance was effective-but there was nothing unreasonable about this behavior. He had just woke up from a drowsiness, and of course he was curious about the surroundings.

Zhang Dianyu took the opportunity to reveal a confused look, opened the quilt covering her body, grabbed the old warden's wrist, and looked back at the door again.

He chose between several people, and finally stared at Stark's face.

Iron Man Sao returned to Sao, but it has been regarded as the most soft-hearted among several people.

Several others didn't seem to be completely deceived, still sweeping at him with suspicion. Zhang Dianyu had no choice but to continue to pretend-the most important thing was that they should not be allowed to take Mr. Fergus, otherwise he would reveal the stuffing as soon as he opened his mouth.

He stepped on the carpet with his bare feet, looked down at his surgical gown, and slowly asked, "Where am I?"

The SHIELD jet landed directly on the apron, and he needed to figure out the location first.

"Just in the Stark Industrial Park, not far from the prison, Mr. Warden, please don't worry." Stark immediately answered him and hesitated again. "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

To be honest, Zhang Dianyu can now go downstairs for three laps.

But he must keep Mr. Fergus in front of him.

He frowned slightly at Stark, as if thinking about something. Then he glanced at the expressionless old warden, then lowered his head slightly, and said softly, "Mr. Fergus ... you are here."

At the same time, he switched roles again.

The young man in front of him lowered his head slightly, and his scattered forehead covered his eyes.

Zhang Dianyu immediately stepped forward and grabbed the young man from under his armpit, helped him back to the bed, and said with some serious tone, "Don't move, you need to lie back and rest."

Stark with a question mark at the door took a step forward: "Mr. Fergus, I think ... you should know that with the prison's" treatment conditions ", Mr. Warden should now be almost recovered." He He paused slightly, adding: "I mean, if there is something wrong with Mr. Warden, there may be something wrong and he should check it out."

The warden quickly raised his head: "I don't—"

Seeing that the on-hook prison warden was about to say "I don't understand what you mean", Zhang Dianyu quickly interrupted him: "Don't say it, even if you are now Mr. Warden."

Then he switched roles again.

Frequent perspective changes made him feel a little dizzy, so he leaned against the bedside, and he didn't look well.

Because he was vomiting.

Mr. Fergus was holding his hand and was about to withdraw, and was immediately caught by him: "Teacher--"

He touched the bald former warden without the slightest emotion, and staggered slightly.

Stark felt a headache, feeling the relationship between the two-it may not be that simple, just as there are often differences between him and the old Stark.

He grinned slightly, and signaled that the people next to him should be relayed.

No one bothered.

Batman's gaze was hidden under the goggles glowing blue and white, and Director Fury was a serious expression from the moment he entered the door-or it was probably true from birth, and Strangy His gaze was always accurate for Stark.

Stark can only go on: "So, do you need to do a check, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu grabbed Mr. Fergus's wrist, and just wanted to find a way to spread a few people out-and then perhaps let Fergus jump through the window and escape, but I'm afraid it's difficult to avoid the pursuit of these people. But all in all, there are always ways.

If another person divides the two corners down, he may really vomit.

Stark saw that the warden's eyes were firmly nailed to the restrained face of the old warden, and he grasped the other's hand tightly, and turned his head slowly until he heard the sound of culture, Frowning slightly, "... I'm hungry."

Stark was shocked.

He looked at the wall clock. It was really late, and Mr. Warden had lost a lot of blood. He was in a coma from yesterday evening until now, and it was normal to feel hungry.

He was shocked that the tone of Mr. Warden was completely different from the coldness or righteousness that he used to sound, and seemed to carry a little hope, as if there were endless words to tell the old warden.

Perhaps only in the presence of the people he trusts most will he show such emotions.

Mr. Fergus looked at the warden, but did not respond to him.

Stark hurriedly answered, "Coincidentally, there is a good chef here." After that, he opened the door and walked out.