Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu sat on the bed expressionlessly, staring at the shiny doorknob, and when the sound of footsteps in the corridor disappeared, he slowly turned his head and showed a hideous look at the bill.

A few seconds later, the boy who was pinched on the ground and pinched his neck looked at Zhang Dianyu with a puzzled look: "Why are you doing this? This is just a carrier-although it's still precious at the moment, it won't be killed. How will it affect me."

Zhang Dianyu asked fiercely: "Then how can I kill you."

"It's very complicated." The bill frowned slightly. "You have to reach an agreement with the world to get it to agree to remove all parts of the super human registration bill in the world-I have now become part of the U.S. justice, and it will not be If it is repealed, I will not die. But I have to correct one point. For the bill, the description of'death' is incorrect. I am not a life and I will not die."

Zhang Dianyu was a little surprised, not knowing where to start.

"You... that's it, tell me how to kill you?" He chose to ask the most puzzling part first.

"I can understand you need to know everything about yourself." The bill replied sensibly, "including your maker and father."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

This bastard really considers himself a father!

His mood is a bit complicated.According to the bill, the other party only regarded him as an irreplaceable manufactured product-this is still because the other "samples" were unqualified.

Of course he was quite critical about this, and since then he has mostly regarded the bill as fart.

But now, the bill does not just treat him as an object.From this little thing, maybe even he himself is just a spokesperson for the so-called "Super Human Registration Act."

Zhang Dianyu took a breath, and slightly loosened the fingers that pinched the neck of the bill.After all, although the bill looks calm, in fact, the face is blushing.

Apart from anything else, following Mr. Sykestone and Mr. Fergus, the body of the boy he had just called "son" suddenly appeared in his room. He was probably about to be tied into a mental ward.

"So," Zhang Dianyu frowned, "You mean, the superhero agreed to sign this inexplicable'act'?"

The bill blinked his dark blue eyes and seemed puzzled: "In fact, more than 90% of super humans disagree-excluding those who have not been notified because their ability is not harmful and their actions are low-key. Most people attack. The law enforcement personnel have greatly hindered the implementation of the bill."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." Isn't this nonsense?

The bill blinked: "So, in the next period of time, a larger number of people may be taken into custody, and you need to provide them with a residence."

Zhang Dianyu's expression stiffened.

"Does it have to be a place? Can't it all be confined?"

"I don't think you want to put all of them in confinement." The bill pondered for a moment. "Are you really willing to throw Spider-Man or Captain America into the planned cemetery confinement room?"

Zhang Dianyu slowly opened his mouth: "Captain America?"

He didn't know what expression he should face-the captain... looked really difficult, maybe he would really fight for this.

But in the final analysis, it's just a different concept, and he can't put people in a coffin-isn't that the home of people like clowns?

"Wait," Zhang Dianyu reacted slowly, "Isn't it Stark who agreed to sign the bill?"

"Several people headed by him--"

Zhang Dianyu knocked the bill's head on the ground, and his hands trembled.

He knows this, so it's not just one or two that will be sent in next, right?

Besides, there are a large number of super criminals in addition to the Super British who oppose the bill. They are also super humans with super powers.So far, Zhang Dianyu has only bought two plots of land, and now one side has been built around the mental illness area, and the other side is ready to build a correctional center-and it also requires not to communicate with the outside world and remain mysterious.

Regarding this article, Zhang Dianyu also asked about the bill.The answer is that the privacy of minors needs to be properly protected, so the correction center is not open to reporters and other foreign organizations.

This is fine, but it also means a larger area of ​​land, and more land needs to be bought-more money.

Zhang Dianyu felt a headache.

Bill also reached out with difficulty and touched the back of his head: "I feel bad, I don't like this carrier."

Zhang Dianyu stood up blankly and looked at the boy condescendingly: "Then why don't you make yourself a normal body-I mean, at least an adult?"

Such a child's body is too easy to cause misunderstanding.For example, just now, if the bill was an adult man, Zhang Dianyu would have hit it directly.

Considering his lack of reputation, he barely endured it.

The bill pondered: "I don't understand either. Since I came into this world, I can only project myself into the appearance of a human child, and I cannot use a carrier that is older than the appearance."

Zhang Dianyu stared at him thoughtfully.

Bill raised his face and looked at him.

"I understand." Zhang Dianyu said suddenly, "Because you look like you have a low IQ, the world won't let you pretend to be an adult."

The bill looked at him straight: "I don't understand."

"Do you understand that it will be abolished by your original world?" Zhang Dianyu asked back.

The bill's expression slowly changed a little, and it seemed a little confused: "I don't know."

Zhang Dianyu sat down and looked at the bill with his small face wrinkled in thought.

Maybe he said something a bit heavy, but thinking about the series of events triggered by this mentally handicapped bill, his anger came up again: "It is obvious that the world thinks that you are only worthy of this appearance at the moment-just like the future The incident that Captain America sent in is creating trouble for everyone."

Just imagining that the captain looked at him seriously and asked "why", Zhang Dianyu felt a little stomachache.

He really wanted to say that these had nothing to do with him-but judging from his origins, he really couldn't say no.If there is no bill, no prison, there would be no such person as Zhang Dianyu.

"But it does want to deal with these disasters caused by superhumans in the world." The bill said disapprovingly, "It does not want to be ended."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment.

"You are right. If you said that the world itself has a projection, it may be like you." He felt exhausted physically and mentally.

The bill shook his head: "It is not life, it does not exist, and it is everywhere."

Zhang Dianyu shrugged noncommittal.

"I have a pain in the back of my head," the bill said. "Help me find something to deal with."

Zhang Dianyu was suddenly vigilant: "There is no treatment needle, and now there is no money."

Bill blinked his sea-blue eyes: "It really hurts, you knocked it off."

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "Just bear it."

Bill: "I am your father."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

When Banner arranged Spider-Man and knocked on the office door to report the results, he saw the "son" suddenly appeared on the sofa by the warden, with a... Wet mop?

"This, this..." Banner squatted a little, "This is... Mr. Warden?"

"No, it's me." The bill on the sofa said affirmatively. "Mr. Warden is behind the desk. You should be able to see it."

Banner: "..."

He suddenly determined that this should be the biological son of the warden.

"Don't worry," Zhang Dianyu said, "I asked the cleaner to bring the only new mop left, and was almost taken away by the labor prisoner."

Banner was confused.

"Yes, it works." The boy on the sofa also said.

Banner gave up thinking.

"Mr. Warden, I arranged Spider-Man in an vacant office-the only place in the entire prison can guarantee a little privacy. But you need to arrange an engineering team to do a little decoration and set it up as A basic dormitory."

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, that is, a bed and a toilet.He has recovered some toilets from the battlefield just now. There are still surpluses, but the beds can only be bought now.

He glanced at Peter's small body.

Although the boy's physical fitness is even among the best among superpowers, when he puts on an adult prison uniform, he looks like a still developing teenager.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't bear to seize Peter's bed.

He called the engineering team, and Banner left the office.

Zhang Dianyu stared at the boy on the sofa for a while, remembering that he still had an account to settle with him-only that he was interrupted by a series of shocking news.

He got up and walked over, the sunlight shone from behind, leaving a shadow on the bill.

"I almost forgot, I have a question for you." Zhang Dianyu said coldly, "Why, I, can't, tell the truth to other people?"

The bill looked on for granted: "The truth?"

"All of this, for example, Mr. Fergus' true identity is me." Zhang Dianyu was very annoyed. "Apart from not being able to say this, do you know the worst thing?"

The bill pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"I think everything is working well."

Zhang Dianyu restrained the urge to press down the mop: "I am mentally ill-do you feel familiar?"

"No, you are not." The bill replied, "Only beings with certain thinking abilities, mainly human beings, have the possibility of suffering from mental disorders, and you are not."

Zhang Dianyu: "Do I fucking mean that?"

The bill fell silent in due course, at least he finally realized that the atmosphere was not right.

"Why do I say'I am mentally ill' when I try to tell the truth?" Zhang Dianyu asked in a low voice through gritted teeth.

"This is a misleading remark to prevent you from divulging things that should not be disclosed to unrelated people, etc." The bill replied, "It turns out that it is very effective—"

Zhang Dianyu almost went up and pressed the mop.

"No, I am not mentally ill!"

"Uh……"

Someone uttered behind him, his tone a little hesitant.

Zhang Dianyu turned around abruptly, looking unhappy.

"Just to clarify, I don't intend to come in uninvited." Stark pondered his words. "But there is no wall here..."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stark's gaze was a little dodging, and he looked at the wine cabinet behind him: "Do you want to have a drink?"

This stirred up bad memories for Zhang Dianyu-the last time he did this, he declared to Stark that he was in a game.

This is true, and it is not.All in all, the other party thinks he has mental problems, and now he looks more like it.

"Drink?" Zhang Dianyu slowly raised his head and looked straight at Stark. "Now?"

Stark thought for a while and made his own suggestion: "Or build this wall first?"

Zhang Dianyu indifferently refused: "No, so the sun is good."

"I thought you didn't like sunlight?" Stark paused. "In fact, I came here because of this."

Zhang Dianyu frowned, leaning on the desk, waiting to hear what Stark would say.

Stark opened his mouth: "I'd better have a drink first. I don't like to convey unpleasant news." He raised his hand and motioned behind Zhang Dianyu: "How?"

Zhang Dianyu walked around the desk, took two cups from behind the glass door and placed them on the desk.

The golden brown whiskey flows along the edge of the cup, and the mellow aroma slowly fills the air, making people feel a little relaxed.

"In fact, Hannibal Lecter gave you a private psychological evaluation report. Just now, he disclosed the contents of this evaluation to Dr. Strange. Of course, there is a confinement Door-that's why his skill level suddenly improved, soothing guard Joyce temporarily."

Stark poured half a glass of whiskey in one breath: "If you need any help, I am willing to provide."

The black-haired young man looked at the glass on the table indifferently and listened to him quietly.

The air was a little stagnant, and Stark looked at the silent warden, feeling that such words seemed a bit offensive.But as the warden of an important prison, he also has to be responsible for his mental state.

"Then, it's my turn." Zhang Dianyu slowly picked up the wine glass, "I hope you refuse to sign the Super Human Registration Act."

There was a loud noise from the sofa and the mop fell to the floor.

The bill stood up solemnly: "No."

Stark: "For God's sake, can the kid stop now?"

The bill's eyes turned to him: "But you are also my father. Of course you should sign the bill."

Stark sprayed out the small half glass of whiskey he had just drunk.