Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu concealed his guilty expression through the darkness: "It's Mr. Fergus."

Anyway, the digging of graves by Fergus has been hit by the clown. He will be exposed sooner or later if he does not push the pot.

After all, judging from the clown's reaction, he seems to have found some strange truths-even forcing the on-hook warden to ask him to kill Fergus, which is very ridiculous.

Zhang Dianyu felt puzzled.

He couldn't see the expression in Stark's faceplate, so he missed the wonderful change above. But the point is-

Zhang Dianyu pointed to the coffin: "Can you do me a favor, Mr. Stark?"

Originally he was just perfunctory Stark, so he helped him drill a breathing hole, the clown died or not, but he didn't really care. But now he needs the clown to survive and transfer him to the police, so that he can complete 1/5 of the mission completely.

Theoretically, this task reminder has been shown to be one-fifth of the completion, but in fact, the degree of completion may sometimes change at any time.

Anyway, Zhang Dianyu felt relieved when he saw the clown entering the police station.

Later, he doubted that the clown would still be sent back to prison, but those were all afterwords. As long as Mr. Fergus's confinement area proves to be useful, are they still afraid of holding these super criminals?

The vent hole of the coffin was always connected to the ground with a hose by Stark. After ensuring that air could enter, he left the grave and his expression was even guilty.

He did n’t know what was going on, he might have been assimilated by the warden—does it seem like a human matter?

Mr. Warden looked very natural. After Stark came out, he continued to fill the soil calmly and buried the entire coffin.

There was a slight light on the horizon, and Zhang Dianyu shot the last shovel soil, his expression a little trance.

It seems that the clown is buried, and he can certainly complete one fifth of the tasks.

"Where is Mr. Fox?" He turned to Stark. "Can I take me to his hospital?"

"Of course." Stark opened his face shield, his expression looked a little strange.

It had been several hours. The warden buried the clown in full swing, and it was only now that I remembered to ask Mr. Fergus.

The prisoners Mr. Syxton and Mr. Fergus have a high status in the warden's heart, which can be seen at a glance.

What's more, according to Mr. Warden, Fergus also did the work of digging the grave of Syxton.

Stark looks complicated.

He couldn't help feeling a bit sad for Mr. Fergus — fortunately, from the current clues, he should not be a good person.

Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth and was about to say something. Suddenly, he noticed that there was a dark shadow in the middle of the tombstone.

He couldn't help rubbing his eyes, wondering if he hadn't slept all night and was a bit dazed.

Until this dark figure spoke.

"I heard that the clown is here."

Zhang Dianyu was relieved and turned out to be Batman.

At the dawn of dawn, the distant scenes are still a bit shadowy. This black shadow had only two pointed ears and was very conspicuous. If he didn't speak, Zhang Dianyu almost thought he had encountered a giant cat walking upright.

After all, if there is a Hulk in this world, can't there be a mutant giant cat?

"How did you hear?" Stark doubted. "Did you follow me secretly?"

Batman seemed to glance at him, and his voice sounded a little unexpected: "Do you think I don't?"

Stark: "?"

The unexpected frankness made him a little unable to deal with it, but more of it wanted to spray it back.

"There are people on the dark web who sell clowns," Batman said coldly. "He didn't show up at the United Savings Bank, so people have to be alert."

"See you, don't you?" Stark rolled his eyes. Seriously, the criminals like Gotham always seem to have something wrong.

Batman: "..."

He took a few steps forward, looking at the direction of Stark and Zhang Dianyu: "Where is he?" He looked around and said slowly, "There are signs of a clown here."

Is n’t that nonsense, the air here is still a little green, Stark thought.

He pointed to the new soil he just filled in: "Buried."

Batman: "?!"

"... buried?" He glanced slowly at the direction Stark was pointing at. The dirt here was indeed very soft, the turf above was not covered, and the leaves were already somewhat dry.

It should have been the place of the tomb, next to it was a brand new tombstone with a name written on it, Aston Sixton. There is a small line below: a hero is buried here.

Whether it is a hero is difficult to make a conclusion. After all, as far as he knows, this Syxton is likely to have no head like the warden.

But what does Stark mean?

"Sixton?" He asked in a low voice.

The person who answered him was the warden: "Oh, you are right, Syxton is also in the coffin."

"In the coffin ?!" Batman could not help asking.

Stark coughed without holding back: "Yes, Mr. Repeater."

Batman calmed down and activated the scanning device to explore the situation underground.

He was really shocked a while ago-but he didn't quite believe it.

Clowns like this will never really die. Even if he is really dead, Batman cannot be excited.

What he wants to clear is not just a clown.

The scan results proved that his guess was not wrong. There was indeed a coffin buried underground, with two people in it. One of them lay flat at the bottom, without vital signs, and should be the body of the prisoner Syxton.

The other is a bit strange-he lies on the body in a slightly curled posture, which does not look comfortable.

It ’s not quite right to mention comfort in the coffin, but Batman means that the man who should be a clown can straighten his body, but he did n’t.

His contemplation wrinkled his eyebrows, and then showed a sudden realization: "Oh, Mr. Batman, the clown is indeed buried in the coffin and buried underneath, but this is only a stopgap measure-used on him ... … The person with the restraining ability is Mr. Fergus, who was seriously injured and is being rescued in the hospital. ”He paused and continued:“ Only when he wakes up can he remove control of the clown ’s movement and let the police take him away . "

He looked at Stark with a little concern in his expression: "So can you take me to see Mr. Fergus?"

"Mr. Fergus is out of danger," Stark nodded. "There has been news from the hospital before, he has received blood transfusions, and his bullet wounds have avoided the point."

Zhang Dianyu was about to speak, and suddenly a low inquiry came from the other side: "Is there a rope on the ground?"

Batman's eyes glanced at what was left on the scene, and finally landed on the blood on the ground and the rope cut off next to it. He walked over, took out some strange detection tools from his belt, and collected them on the blood stains of the rope.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." This is the third robot cat he has seen today, or a black cat sergeant.

He was guilty and wondered whether he should describe the storyline from the perspective of being tied to the tombstone.

Eventually he chose autism, turned his face and resolutely said to Stark: "Take me to the hospital, I will come to him before Mr. Fergus wakes up."

From the perspective of a successor and a student, this reason should be perfect, Zhang Dianyu thought.

I don't know why, Stark couldn't bear to look down.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Stark coughed, his mask closed, and he snapped his metal fingers again.

"Of course, no problem." The cold electronic eyes looked at the somewhat dazed Mr. Warden. "Take your hands slightly apart and stand up straight—yes, that's right."

The next second, Zhang Dianyu almost came up with a "lying trough".

The armor coming from the ambulance didn't know when he touched him. When he made the stupid movement under Stark's instructions, he suddenly covered his body directly from the rear. , Closed in the crisp metal sound, wrapped him in the armor.

I have to say, it's a bit cool.

"That's right." Stark's voice appeared in his helmet. "Don't you get airsick-but it's really equipped with the world's most advanced filtering system. It's fine if you spit in it, but it's best Don't do this. "

The next second, the thruster at the foot of the armor suddenly started, and the golden-red armor flew into a slightly white night sky.

Zhang Dianyu, immersed in shock, hurriedly shouted: "Stark! I haven't told Batman to watch the clown--"

"Don't worry, I can do it for you-and I can tell you that his reaction must be sniffing." Stark's voice sounded extremely skilled, "but he will definitely smell the police and run away later, believe me . "

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

But no one has called the police right now. The person in the ambulance was told by Stark not to call the police first, he will handle the whole thing-after all, the police can't take the criminals away now.

Stark's armor lags behind for a while before he arrives at the entrance of the hospital. He falls heavily on the ground, admiring Zhang Dianyu's restrained ugly expression.

What kind of shock absorption can't change the feeling of accelerating and speeding in the air-this is crazy.

Zhang Dianyu thought about the sculpture at the door.

But he will never vomit here.

"Are you all right?" Stark asked. "Want to vomit?"

At the same time, there was also a greeting of concern and a female voice.

A man came out of the back of the sculpture and gave thumb to Stark.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Stark couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Dianyu's face was a little green.

By the time they arrived, Mr. Fergus had been pushed out of the emergency room, lying on the bed in the ward and infusion, but still in a coma.

Zhang Dianyu and Stark walked into the ward under the leadership of the nurse. Zhang Dianyu casually glanced at the paler Mr. Fergus, studying the monitor beside him, which showed Mr. Fergus' vital signs.

He didn't understand the numbers very well, but from the relaxed expression of the nurse, there should be no danger.

But Mr. Fergus has not yet awakened.

Zhang Dianyu lifted a little quilt, studied the lines connected to the old warden, and suddenly asked the nurse: "When can these be unplugged?"

The nurse's expression is a bit strange: "The patient has lost too much blood, it is recommended not to leave the hospital immediately."

Stark gasped.

It turns out that Mr. Warden wanted to come to exorcise Fergus? Fortunately, Mr. Fergus is still a fortune teller?