When the helicopter roared and landed over the canteen, the whole building seemed to shake slightly.

A small disturbance erupted among the prisoners huddled in the courtyard. The spacious canteen is the closest place to freedom in their prison life. And now, a helicopter is parked on the roof of its house, and the tofu wall looks precarious.

Since this time, the prisoners who have been in prison have long been surprised by the abnormalities in the prison-but according to the analysis of the big brothers who have been fart after the prison, at least one thing is certain, so fast The speed of construction must be the tofu dregs project.

A black pilot stood next to the helicopter with a mixed mood.

He climbed to the roof of the cafeteria through the maintenance ladder. He has performed many difficult tasks in his life, but this is the first time he has used a canteen as a long-term apron.

The key point is that he is in a free and democratic country, not in a war zone that lacks supply.

Zhang Dianyu stood on the path outside the office building and looked over the roof of the cafeteria, and also saw the pilot standing next to it. Judging from his straight posture and smooth muscle lines, his resume is probably not falsified.

It's just that his expression didn't look firm, and he frowned slightly and looked around.

Zhang Dianyu glanced from the staff panel. The pilot's name was Sam Wilson. He was a former paratrooper. His last job was at the Retired Service.

It must be said that the helicopter pilot who escorts the prisoner is more suitable for him.

Zhang Dianyu walked to the cafeteria, looked up at the roof, and fell into contemplation.

A voice came from above his head: "Are you the Mr. Warden here? The maintenance ladder over there can come up."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He was really thinking about how to get up.

Wilson watched the young man in a brown-grey suit and a dark red tie who was well-regulated and climbed up from the ladder next to him. There was some doubt in his heart, but he did not show it.

When he just received this task, he did not expect this legendary warden to be so young. But he also knew the beginning and end of some things from the captain's mouth, knowing that this private prison is a teacher inherited from Mr. Ferguson, the governor-this old governor seems to have many secrets, but he eventually Already sacrificed in the confrontation with Hydra.

For the hero, the captain never skimped on the praise, which also eased his relationship with Stark slightly. Originally after the introduction of the Superhuman Registration Act, the captain resolutely refused to sign, and also refused to interact with the prison.

His tough attitude made Stark helpless.

It wasn't until the Red Skull's jailbreak event that he had to participate in rescue operations and after hearing the bad news, his attitude finally eased slightly, at least he and Stark could sit down and talk occasionally.

This action was a plan that was decided after the two sides reached an agreement.

Originally, Wilson planned to come in as a prison guard, and at the same time, he could provide some help when the criminals escaped. But the plan could not keep up with the changes. After receiving Stark's notice, they found out that Mr. Warden bought half Demon island.

Although it is doubtful where the money came from, Wilson's mission was temporarily changed to a more important position.

According to the analysis of the captain, when the prisoners are transferred by helicopter, it is the most likely time to implement their escape plan.

Wilson became a prison helicopter pilot-fortunately, he was not an ordinary paratrooper and knew a little about flying.

So, more than ten hours after the plan was finalized, he arrived at the prison with the supply vehicle.

He was already quite surprised by the trucking of airplanes on the road, but when he arrived at the prison, he realized that it was not that simple.

The workers here were able to lift the plane with their bare hands, and they could also lift the roof.

Although the lifting of the plane was done by several workers-is it really reliable? Even if this cheap helicopter seems to cut corners, it is not human-powered.

Wilson stood on the roof of the cafeteria, and finally felt the meaning of the captain's words-this prison was not as calm as it seemed.

Although the prisoners here are good at digging tunnels, few people will directly violently escape, because the snipers here are also extraordinary. Although they always seemed to sleep on the guard tower with a sleepwalking expression, the marksmanship was so accurate that it seemed to be self-sighted.

Prisoners who escaped from prison had no chance to escape from the prison gate.

Of course, if they have a large number of people, some of them can escape-but obviously there are few such cases of self-denial among prisoners. Everyone can’t wait to sell the team friendly and let themselves escape.

Wilson looked at the small courtyard not far away, and the fierce prisoners were crowded together to let the wind go, but he had not forgotten to stare at him with fierce eyes, feeling his mood was very complicated.

He always felt that his future experience would make him remember deeply.

The warden has climbed the roof. He also seemed to feel the gaze of the prisoners and turned his head to look at the direction of the courtyard.

The prisoners were not frightened, but the commotion was more violent. Some people took advantage of the overcrowding during the period of ventilation to make it difficult to distinguish who did it. They screamed in the direction of the warden to express their dissatisfaction.

The warden frowned slightly, thinking for a moment, but his eyebrows were already stretched when he turned to Wilson.

"Sam Wilson?" He seemed to have forgotten the commotion of the prisoners on the other side.

Wilson subconsciously bowed a salute: "Yes, sir, the pilot reported to you."

Mr. Warden nodded in response.

Wilson looked at the other person's indifferent expression and couldn't help looking at the prisoners who were erupting in the rear courtyard.

"Oh, don't worry." Mr. Warden noticed his gaze and glanced behind him. "It looks like the courtyard is too large-prisoners. If you gather in a too large space, you will fight."

Wilson: "?" How does he feel wrong-is not a narrow public space more likely to make people feel offended?

"I'm thinking of pushing the courtyard further 1 meter inward," Mr. Warden looked at the courtyard and said, "Maybe this will allow the prisoners more time to think quietly." He turned his head and smiled at Wilson. "What do you think?"

There was a hint of coolness behind Wilson. He suspected that if he got it wrong, he might be dealt with by the warden secretly while sleeping in the dorm tonight.

As a retired soldier, he is not afraid of tyranny-but weird prisons everywhere make him have to chill behind him.

This is much more difficult than the tasks he has performed before.

Wilson cleverly did not answer, and the warden shook his head: "Forget it, let them indulge for a while."

After all, prisons are now short of money, and they can't be rebuilt without reconstruction.

Wilson slowly looked at the prisoners huddled together in the courtyard and raised many questions about the word "indulgence", wondering if he had a problem with his understanding of the word.

Zhang Dianyu has seen the map. From here to the Demon Island in the San Francisco Bay, the journey is quite long. If he wants to transfer prisoners in the past, a helicopter is also reluctant-but the problem is that the facilities there are all in disrepair, he must first send the engineering team over.

From the game panel, he can see the current half of the demon island. Since the opening of the sub-prison, a separate island map appeared on his game panel, but the middle part connected to the main prison was black.

As before, he only has the authority to observe the prison, and he cannot see things outside the prison.

From what he saw, the current situation of the island's buildings is not very optimistic. It has been abandoned for a long time here-although it has been opened as a scenic spot, it will not be repaired in order to maintain the original flavor of the prison.

Let it be put into use again, I am afraid that the engineering team will play a magical role.

Zhang Dianyu studied the map again. The whole Demon Island is narrow and long. The hillside in the middle is the prisoner's house and the courtyard with wind. From the pier to this part, it is currently an industry under the name of Zhang Dianyu.

But the hills on both sides of the prison house are a training ground and an open space, and there are factories and water towers around the open space, and a small power plant-these are not within the scope of the prison.

At this time, the part bought by him has been forbidden for tourists to enter, but the rest is still open to the outside world. Many tourists are surrounded by blocked prisons. Question marks and anger symbols appearing on their heads are stacked one after another, occupying the edge of the map Screen.

Obviously, when you bought a half-price ticket in surprise and didn't read the instructions, happily came to visit the island and found that the most important prison cell was no longer open to the public, the situation at hand was not difficult to understand.

Zhang Dianyu saw several angry tourists start shaking the barbed wire and tried to throw something into the prison.

After a few minutes, they were all taken away by security.

Zhang Dianyu noticed that the security guards on the map wore short-sleeved uniforms with the words "Golden Gate National Park", but a line of Stark Industries logos was added below-as the bill says, it seems that Stark has bought the attraction now The right to operate.

To make matters worse, he saw a man on the map with a ring of moustache and sunglasses on his lips, standing among the crowd.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He now knows why Stark didn’t chase the prison to reprimand his guilt—come to Japan.

Zhang Dianyu seriously thought about his current image in Stark's eyes and felt that things were very optimistic. Obviously, he couldn't tell Stark that this was the gene your son pinched, not the biochemical product he secretly created using the genes of two people.

So his present image may be similar to that of Luther who was thrown to the construction site to move bricks.

Even Luther hadn't made a villain now, he had already done such a terrifying thing-a gun shot a bird.

Zhang Dianyu thought about it for a long time, but he didn't figure out how to "get rid of sin".

At this time, it is obviously better to find someone to carry the pot-Zhang Dianyu, who is dragging the map at will, falls to his office.

Miss Rita still stayed in her office in a circle, and could not make any constructive suggestions.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether Miss Rita is herself, what matters is that she provides an important skill—and that skills can also be transferred after she “dies”.

In theory, only the title can be transferred, but according to Zhang Dianyu's experience, after many uses of the skill, the title will be triggered with great probability. All along, he has not used the skill too many times, so the trigger of the title is also more destiny-after all, his goal and what he is thinking of are prisons.

He looked at Wilson in front of him. In fact, he was very satisfied with the pilot. The opponent apparently is a qualified retired soldier, with a determined look and a strong posture, and should be able to fight a few ordinary prisoners.

As for the super criminal-it may be a little super power, but Zhang Dianyu's skills can make up for it.

But this matter made him have a question-if the virtual "confinement room" he made went far away, would it still take effect?

Zhang Dianyu decided to experiment now.

"Sam, can I call you that?" He looked at Wilson kindly. "Since you have taken on the role of pilot, then there is a task to be given to you-the agent who will be responsible for the demon island prison Miss Warden Rita escorted her."