After the title was transferred, Zhang Dianyu was relieved and threw Mr. Fergus on the ground when he felt it was not good.

After all, Stark was still in a daze (or fell asleep), and if he was seen to have abandoned Mr. Fergus, he would have a bad association.

He even wiped the stains on Mr. Fergus's clothes by the way-but found that it was not easy. The brown-grey trench coat was covered with burnt bullet holes and clotted blood clots.

But here comes the problem. With Mr. Fergus' body size, even if he wanted to pretend to take the body back, he would not be able to drag it-unless he took the toilet next to him.

Is this a bit too weird?

Zhang Dianyu knelt beside Mr. Fergus's body and held his head in deep thought.

I don't know when Stark was standing beside him, and suddenly a metal hand was stretched out.

The warden had been holding the corpse for a long time, so that he had to take the initiative to break the silence, so as not to immerse the warden in sorrow for too long-to be honest, this is not good Experience, he is very clear, because he has also experienced.

Zhang Dianyu froze for a moment, thinking for two seconds, and handed Mr. Fergus' heavy body into his hands, sincerely said: "Thank you."

Stark: "..."

He took a deep breath, and finally could only embrace the body in his hands, and then gritted his teeth and asked: "So, Mr. Warden, are you going to go back to prison?"

"Did your driver not follow you? Maybe he can send me a ride?" Zhang Dianyu suggested.

Stark was silent for a moment, and finally reluctantly said: "Okay."

Zhang Dianyu really smiled a little.

Stark: "..."

Zhang Dianyu slowly got up and felt the strange feeling from his body. To be honest, in this range, he was really afraid of his sudden movements to speed up, startled Stark next to him, and exposed his magical abilities.

But he still felt a bit distressed-this matter didn't seem to be very concealed. Is it forbidden to walk with anyone when he walks into the toilet to avoid leaking wind?

Stark hugged the corpse, suppressing the unpleasant look, walking in front of Zhang Dianyu.

No Hydra has been encountered along the way, the sirens have been almost destroyed, the electricity has been restored, and the hallway is lit by a pale white light.

After Zhang Dianyu left the bonus range, he returned to the level of ordinary people, and suddenly felt a lot more difficult to walk, and from time to time there was a pain from the ribs.

The footsteps of the metal man sounded in the empty corridor, especially clear and heavy.

After crossing a long corridor, the heavy iron door behind them closed loudly, making a loud crash. Zhang Dianyu took a breath against the wall next to her and raised her eyes to Stark: "You know you can fly...?"

Stark's originally expressionless face suddenly showed a complex look, and it seemed to have a little bit of anger: "But you can't."

"Yeah," Zhang Dianyu said, "but the captain has solved the Hydra all the way. I don't think you need to worry about my safety."

Stark's face suddenly became very ugly: "Did you see that? A hydra burned in that clothes with a big hole?"

Zhang Dianyu nodded his head in disbelief.

"That was caused by the repeller." Stark said blankly. "The enemies knocked down by the captain usually lie on the ground with broken hands and feet-because of his golden shield."

Zhang Dianyu didn't listen to the second half carefully, nodded subconsciously and said: "Yeah, this...I will too."

"What?" Stark asked suspiciously.

Zhang Dianyu opened the game panel and took a look at the bound skill "Jail Search" under the title of "Order Manager", which is now displayed as available. He tipped a fainted Hydra under his toes, thinking for a moment, and decided to try with him.

The next second, the person under his feet suddenly became wearing nothing, and a Hydra weapon suddenly appeared in Zhang Dianyu's hands.

I have to say that this skill is quite easy to use, Zhang Dianyu thought.

Stark next to him was stunned.

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment, put this Hydra weapon that he didn't quite know how to use, and nodded to Stark: "Now you can go."

Stark: "..."

He paused for a long time and gritted his teeth and asked: "So, you just want me to leave? Even exposed the ability to hide for so long?"

Zhang Dianyu fell into contemplation. He didn't want to hide it. After all, he must use this ability. But it wasn't before-from Stark's point of view, that's right.

But the problem is that he just thinks it's weird to keep Stark around, even his footsteps are a bit noisy.

"If you can fly," Zhang Dianyu slightly turned his head, "then I don't understand why I should walk."

Stark was originally angry, and suddenly the speech was stunned. After a moment, he turned his head slightly and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to grab Zhang Dianyu's collar. shoulder.

"I understand."

Zhang Dianyu slowly made a question mark-what did Stark understand?

"Sorry, in fact I think I can take you and this... Mr. Vogels, and go back to prison together."

Zhang Dianyu was a little surprised, and then he saw Stark raised his hand to blast a hole in the corridor above his head, and then hugged his waist again, plus the body of another Mr. Fergus in his hand, and started his feet. Propeller flying into the sky.

"Wait!" Zhang Dianyu struggled. "How is Peter?"

"Don't move." Stark's visor closed, and the sound came out from the electromagnetic filter. "AI has already transmitted the situation to everyone in real time, unless he did not bring his own communication equipment-of course, he did Take it, he gave them to the Hydra like a captain, and we will definitely talk about this later. So I asked Furry to find someone to send the communicator back to them, and it should have been..." He paused For a few seconds, it seemed to be browsing the information, "Aha, they have received the message, and the finishing work will be finished immediately."

In this case, Zhang Dianyu has nothing to hesitate.

He looked down at the Hulk from the sky and moved around, and the worry about the decoration site surged in his heart.

Stark's voice came from his ears: "Banner is okay, but it's just a little emotional management problem that makes him bloated."

"I don't worry about him," Zhang Dianyu replied subconsciously, "He will always be a superhero."

"Oh—?" Stark asked in a slow tone. Did he always want to dig up Banner to be discovered by Mr. Warden?

Zhang Dianyu didn't answer. Looking from this angle, Hulk is very suitable for such a scene, not at all like a monster in people's mouths-even before, Hulk recognized who he was and did not destroy everything.

According to the information he received, and Banner's attitude, Hulk has not been here for long. Not only General Rose, even Banner did not adapt to his existence. He can only regard Hulk as a disease, and control it through the prison to become the original himself.

Maybe Banner has stayed, and there will indeed be no invincible Hulk in the Avengers.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but sighed slightly.

Stark seemed to hear the insignificant sigh and looked down at Mr. Warden. The young man had a little regret on his face that hadn't fluctuated much, and seemed to regret something.

He didn't want to bring Mr. Fergus' body because the warden was injured-but from the other's current look, he was not sighing because of the injury.

Iron Man glanced low through the air, with a dense canopy beneath his feet.

In order to avoid the low temperature in the upper air, he has been flying against the low-altitude building, and the road is not far anyway, and the Iron Man armor cannot fly for a few minutes at all.

The outline of the prison quickly appeared in front of their eyes, and Stark flew straight past the fence and flew towards the infirmary.

A moment later, Zhang Dianyu landed steadily at the entrance of the infirmary, and even could see the green staff door, the pixel villain doctors were sleepwalking as usual.

It stands to reason that there was a riot in the prison, and the doctor should be too busy to have a relationship, but from the current situation, it seems that it is not serious.

Zhang Dianyu breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the flow of prison funds above-only when he came back to see this figure that affected his whole body and mind.

The next second, he slowly raised his hand to hold the wall next to him, his face pale.

Although the funding has not reached the point of deficit, it is obviously not too optimistic. Before, the decoration team had taken many tasks, and had already made up for the funding loopholes. Now, why is there only 10,000 dollars left?

Zhang Dianyu silently pulled the capital flow bar down, saw a large amount of spending on concrete bricks, and finally understood why.

This is ridiculous, why does the brick he controls remotely cost money!

Since Stark was still nearby, he could not directly question the bill. He could only swallow the bitter water silently, sold two steps forward stiffly, and greeted a sleepy pixel doctor who came over.

The doctor stopped and looked at Zhang Dianyu, took out the pale green treatment needle that never looked disinfected, and stuck it at his neck.

The cool liquid was injected into the blood vessels, and the bones were quickly repaired, and the pain disappeared. Zhang Dianyu took a long sigh of relief.

After the injection, the doctor left blankly. Zhang Dianyu turned his head and looked at Stark next to him. He also held Mr. Fergus' body.

"You can put Mr. Fergus down." Zhang Dianyu reminded, "There will be a guard coming to send the body into the morgue."

"Oh," Stark was so good, he didn't want to hold a corpse any longer, "I thought you would take him back to the bedroom."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Perhaps his expression seemed to be offended, Stark opened his faceguard, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously lifted a little.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at the total assets of the prison above the game panel, and the words calmed down: "As a thank you to today, I think I can..." He thought for a moment, "Invite you to trim my mustache in my office?"

Stark was stunned for a moment. He had never expected Mr. Warden's Xie Li to be so bad, so he refused mercilessly-even if he did not take care of his mustache recently.

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