Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Stark also seemed to want to make a comment on the length of the bill. Zhang Dianyu quickly controlled the warden and squatted down to help the boy pull his trousers, but from the perspective of the scene, it was more like taking off the bill’s pants. .

Even though he is not human, the bill knows that pants must be worn on his body.

The boy firmly grasped his belt and stared at the warden below with his wide blue pupils.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the bill through an operation panel, and saw a trace of disapproval hidden in it.

"..." He stood up silently and gave up such a concealed behavior.

But Stark had already shut up.

The situation at the moment looked quite abnormal, not when the pants were tangled up.Maybe Banner got the wrong clothes, which made the boy's trouser legs shorter--but it didn't matter.

Stark looked relieved, and opened his hand to the warden who was still looking dumb: "Then next, do you have any place you want to go?"

He couldn't grasp the warden's thoughts.He originally thought that the warden wanted to come to the amusement park because of the mysterious boy, but on the way to the amusement park, he remembered the little prisoner who had rushed forward alone to try to fight the clown-but in the end he realized that The warden was more concerned about the decline scene here, which surprised him a bit.

People have always complained about the areas affected by the fighting, and even pointed the finger at the super British who hunted down criminals.In order to quell grievances--or maybe not thinking about it too much at the time, Stark always took over the repair and treatment of the battle scene directly, and established a "damage control" company with S.H.I.E.L.D. to undertake the aftermath. .

He is not alone in doing this, at least he knows that the Wayne Enterprise next door has been doing the same thing.

When the warden solemnly thanked him, it even made him feel a little surprised and uncomfortable.

Of course, there is no word shy in Tony Stark's dictionary.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark's question on the operation panel, but was thinking about another question.

"So, how much did it cost you to buy this place?"

Stark thought for a moment: "I don't think there should be much money-sorry, I have no impression of this kind of thing, but I can ask the artificial intelligence to send you an email later."

The warden nodded calmly and said nothing.

And Zhang Dianyu, behind the warden, looked at the capitalist's hateful face and felt a touch of sourness.

He looked at the bill beside him again.The boy stayed quietly, but the ankles exposed under the suit pants made Zhang Dianyu gradually understand that the bill did not recognize his father for no reason.

He recognizes his father with reason and evidence, and even asks his father to "train" him to grow up.

Not long ago, Zhang Dianyu once angrily denounced the bill as an immature mental retardation, so it was repealed.At that time, the bill seemed aggrieved, but it just proved that he actually agreed with this reason.

So the problem now lies here-the bill thinks that Stark in another world is his creator, so Stark in this world has to like to be a father and take on the responsibility of perfecting the bill.

Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment and decided not to break the bill first.

Although this artificial mental retardation caused him a lot of trouble, it would be a good thing if he could be perfected by Stark into a bill that would benefit everyone.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the wanton growing trees in the amusement park, but the amusement facilities were abandoned for a while, and he could feel the heartache of losing the principal here.

It was as if he had lost the prison.

In fact, despite what the bill says, if the prison’s asset deficit exceeds one-third of the time, he will become a prisoner and come back here.But in fact, this did not really make him feel scared.

He just didn't know what else he had lost in prison, which made him feel at a loss-of course, if he would lose his memory, then these worries would disappear.

Zhang Dianyu thought optimistically.

He was holding the bill by the hand, dragging him along the road with a thin layer of dust as if kidnapping a child, Stark followed behind, a little confused.

"So, we are really visiting the amusement park, huh?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Or somewhere else?" He suddenly turned around, "Maybe we can go to another'site' to see."

Stark was a little confused, but he agreed.

Zhang Dianyu immediately found the address of the last renovation order from the subsidy task list and read it to Stark.

"Where is this place?" Stark asked his artificial intelligence to start automatic navigation, and asked with some confusion: "This sounds like an ordinary residential address."

Zhang Dianyu shrugged: "Yes, maybe it used to be."

This made Stark feel even more confused.

But considering that the communication with the warden has always been like this, he did not delve into it, and immediately started the car.

"You are speeding again." The warden reminded from the side.

"I know, I know." Stark replied perfunctorily.

When the car gradually left the remote road and reached a place that was gradually inhabited, Zhang Dianyu found that his speed had dropped slightly.

Stark took off his glasses and raised his hands to show off triumphantly: "In fact, this is my AI—"

The mounted police's motorcycle chased up from behind.

"Sir, please pull over and stop!"

Stark: "..."

He could only stop the car, then looked at the Mounted Police who was giving him a ticket, and found a familiar feeling from his good memory: "Mr. Officer, have I met you?"

The young mounted police raised his head and smiled: "Yes, Mr. Stark, I gave you the ticket last time-please put your hands back on the steering wheel."

Stark: "..."

He may have hatred with this road.

After several twists and turns, they finally reached their destination.Stark couldn't help but exclaimed as soon as he got out of the car: "My God, it looks like it was hit by Hulk."

The warden replied blankly behind him: "If I'm not mistaken, this place was smashed by Hulk."

Stark turned around with a question mark.

The warden looked at Stark: "Can I do anything today?"

Stark hesitated, but as long as the patient was happy, he could give in.

"I promise you-as long as I am not out of line, I am a law-abiding citizen."

Zhang Dianyu ignored this shameless self-praise, and bluntly replied: "Okay, then I want to build a wall today."

Stark: "?"

Zhang Dianyu figured it out.Since he is a patient today, and Stark is willing to take him to any place to wander around, he might as well handle the unfinished renovation order directly.

Take all time to fill the loopholes so that the prison can resume normal operations before a large number of people are in prison.

What kind of psychological counseling is more happier than moving bricks?

Zhang Dianyu ignored the question mark on Stark's face, and went straight to the nearest set of collapsed walls and started building bricks.He built the walls very carefully-after all, he later discovered that these concrete bricks had not fallen from the sky, but had to be deducted from prison assets.

Then certainly not a brick can be wasted.

Stark looked at the warden, then opened his mouth uncontrollably.

This made him explain to his teammates and non-teammates at night-"I took the warden out of the suicide attempt and the mental state was extremely unhealthy"?

Is that how Tony Stark treats patients?He is not!

Stark squatted beside the warden who was serious about building bricks, trying to persuade patiently: "Mr. Warden, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu, who was controlling the character remotely, was barely distracted and the warden replied: "Huh?"

"Well, if you feel something uncomfortable, we might as well go... I mean, find someone to talk to?" Stark said dryly, feeling that there was no tempting.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark.

Although Stark did not come here in his armor, it was probably loaded somewhere in his car, perhaps in the seat or in the trunk.

But even if it doesn't, he can summon it directly, which is not a problem.

So what a good brick mover this is.

Zhang Dianyu controlled the warden with a smile, handed a concrete brick into Stark's hand, and uttered a few decisive words.

"Not going."

Stark: "..."

The sudden smile of the warden made him a little lost.The young man’s forehead was slightly stained with sweat, he quickly retracted his smile and continued to seriously build up concrete bricks one by one. Compared with the scene where the whole street was smashed into a mess, the scene seemed a bit funny, as if trying to shake a big tree. Mayfly.

Stark was at a loss with the brick.

This is so fucking outrageous, do you really start moving bricks when two people come out?

They also took a strange boy with him, and the boy might even be the son of both of them-although that sounds wrong.

Stark couldn't help looking at the bill behind him, but the scene in front of him surprised him.

The boy was also trying to tiptoe and stack bricks on the wall that hadn't completely collapsed.

The warden also shook his head at the boy: "This can't work, you don't have special wall-building skills."

The boy looked disappointed: "So your special ability is to build walls?"

Stark: "..."

He remembered.

He had seen Mr. Warden alone building bricks at the Hydra base before—the scene was a bit chaotic, and he didn't seem to have time to think about it.

Why is there someone’s super power to build walls?

Stark was messed up.

Mr. Warden is still earnestly building bricks-judging from the trajectory of his arm movement, it is indeed not very professional.But whenever he puts a concrete brick on it, it seems to automatically find its place and arrange it neatly into a wall.

Stark: "..."

He no longer knows if he will be considered mentally ill at the meeting tonight.

That being the case, it's better to let yourself go-after all, Mr. Warden seems to be very happy to build a wall next to him, even more alive than the lifeless man just now.

Stark closed his eyes and raised his hand to summon his armor.

When the golden dusk dyed the horizon, Fast Real Estate Company answered the call from the prison.

The operator transferred the call to their manager who was about to leave work, and the other party was shocked when they heard the voice on the phone.

"What, check that house now?"

They only visited the ruined construction site yesterday. It seemed that the repair work could not be completed within half a month, but suddenly the prison that accepted the order asked them to check the results?

And the person who contacted him before was a middle-aged man who sounded quite honest, but knew a lot, and this time it was the voice of a young woman who called.

Isn't it a lie?

"I'm sorry, Miss Rita?" The manager of Fast Real Estate Company looked at the sky outside, and said reluctantly, "According to our engineering staff's assessment, it is impossible to finish repairing there so quickly— —I hope you can be responsible for your own words.” After he finished speaking, he added, “The contractor is a local prison. I think no one will use their names fraudulently?” This is already clear. I hope that if the other party is a liar, I can retreat.

The person on the phone chuckled softly: "No surprises, sir, but a mediocre decoration team is hired."