Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

That night, Stark was unusually quiet when facing the virtual wide screen of the video conference.

Fury was the first to notice this, and asked his soul: "Stark, has your paternity test report come out?"

Stark's expression stiffened while eating dried blueberries.

Batman's eyes on the screen suddenly became somewhat meaningful.Stark rolled his eyes, threw the dried blueberries aside, and said to Ferry: "When did you start to care about my private life?"

"Since you and the warden had a son." Ferry was expressionless.

Stark seemed to choke on the dry blueberries.

The captain on the screen looked very worried: "Tony, is this true? I think technology should have a certain boundary..."

"Stop!" Stark couldn't bear it. "Without that, I don't even know that kid!"

Everyone in the light screen showed their eyes looking at the scumbag.

Stark: "..."

He seems to be confused.But in fact, among the people present, only the captain did not know the truth.Other people know the cause and effect, why do they think this child must be his?

Stark was lost in thought.

I had known that he shouldn't have revealed this to others yesterday-he also vowed to prove that the child has nothing to do with him today, and found that the results were already in the hearts of others.

Stark shrugged: "In fact, we didn't go to that appraisal agency today..." He thought for a while and decided not to disclose the suicide of the warden in his office.

Although when we first met in the morning, the warden seemed to have a severe mental illness.But when they spent a day soaked in sweat, standing on a high place to test their achievements in the afterglow of the evening, he saw the warden’s face with a completely different smile from the past, as if a child was happy.

Although this behavior is a bit outrageous, it is worth it to make the warden feel happy.

In this materialistic society, there are rarely such simple hobbies-Stark thought when he wiped his sweat with his gloves.

But he still hopes that the warden can recover as soon as possible with the help of a psychologist, otherwise he doesn't know how long he will move the bricks.Although it is not an easy task to accompany a mentally ill person and ensure the safety of him and others, it is a bit hard and outrageous beyond common sense.

Therefore, at Stark's strong request, the warden and the boy stayed in the Stark Industrial Park next to the prison.In order to avoid the warden from being touched by the situation, he even specially arranged a room different from when he lived here last time.

Of course, Stark didn't know that there was a voice behind the warden who was insulting the extravagant capitalist.

After hearing Stark's words, Fury backed his hands, his expression did not fluctuate, and raised the next question he wanted to ask: "So where did you go? As far as we know, the warden is with you now. ."

Stark thought for a moment: "It can be said to be... a parent-child activity for the whole family to go out." He saw the captain's worried eyes, and quickly added, "I mean the warden father and son. I just want to protect their safety. I had to accompany him all the way—you know, that kid is not quite right either."

"But they are not the biological father and son," Batman disapproved. "We all know this."

"If some people can adopt a child who is not related to them by blood, then why can't there be a father and son who are not in the slightest but blood-related?" Stark was confident. "Really, the child is really Isn't this your bastard?"

Batman ignored the upside-down nonsense, and showed even more disapproving eyes.

"What you mean is that even if that child has mental problems, it is impossible to inherit from Mr. Warden." Ferry thought on his face next to him, "Then, maybe the Supreme Master's guess is correct-the problem is that That small town."

"A place full of evil, and most of the residents inside have mental problems." The captain nodded, "I agree, I also think there should be something wrong here."

The scene was silent for a while.

This place sounds familiar?

Fury coughed and turned the subject back to the original one again: "So, Stark, where did you go for a parent-child tour?"

Stark frowned: "I always think this kind of questioning is weird...but forget it. In fact, we went to the abandoned amusement park before, which has now been acquired by Stark Industries, and then we went to rebuild it with bricks. A block..."

The air was quiet again, and everyone's eyes were on Stark's hair with a few pinches of wall dust on it.

Stark looked at his image on the screen and pretended to say calmly: "So, you should believe me that it is true."

Others: "..." This is very puzzling.

Stark: "..." In fact, he is also very puzzled, even a little tired.

"In addition, Stark, about the damage control company being suspended by the government for rectification," Fury said suddenly, "We seem to need a response plan-the current criminal activity in New York is not decreasing but increasing, among the superhuman group. There are more and more people opposing the registration bill, and some are even joining the criminal camp we have fought against to show their attitude."

"Then it proves that they really should be locked up." Stark stroked his hair, a little irritable. "Even if they will be shaken, it can't be because of such a reason-this is adding a bargaining chip to the government to let' The "Super Human Registration Act" seems more reasonable. Sometimes I really can't figure out what they are doing?"

"I thought we would not discuss this issue at the meeting, Tony." The captain continued after a long pause, "This prison is everyone's backup plan."

Hearing this word, everyone's eyes turned to Batman again.

On the blue light screen, Batman sneered: "But it's not mine."

He immediately disconnected.

"I said that the bill should not be raised." The captain said.

Fury backed his hands and looked gloomy: "But the suspension of damage control is one of the government's policies to force the Premier League to sign the bill. The current aftermath is seriously lagging behind, and the public's response is extremely dissatisfied-this is very bad for everyone. "

"Sometimes I think you are on our side." Stark took back the dried blueberries, threw one into his mouth and chewed hard.

"You are the first to agree to sign the bill, Stark, you are on my side." Fury said.

"Because I don't want them to be at the gunpoint of the army, I want everyone to get the protection they deserve." Stark stared at the screen, "instead of making superpowers part of the government's force."

After a long silence, the captain let out a deep breath: "Tony, we need a plan."

"Good idea," Stark replied, "but I never plan."

The meeting broke up unhappy.

In a room near the stairs in the corridor, a black-haired young man was lying on the bed, quietly opening his eyes.

Zhang Dianyu was spying on the secrets of Stark's residence through the warden's operating interface-he seemed to have heard some movement.But the last time he stayed here, he left a very bad impression. He remembered that there were surveillance cameras.

He controlled the warden and slowly turned to the boy sleeping on the same bed: "Son, are you asleep?" The boy lying on his back next to him suddenly opened his dark blue eyes and turned his head to stare faintly in the dark. He said: "I should have been asleep. But you should call me Dad."

Zhang Dianyu said: "No, our disguised identities are the other way around. Please keep this in mind-called Dad."

The bill was silent for a while and replied: "Dad."

Zhang Dianyu is very satisfied.

He suddenly controlled the warden to pull the quilt over the heads of the two people, and turned to the bill and whispered: "Can you detect the surrounding environment outside the prison-I mean, is there a camera in this room?"

"Outside the prison is not your supervisory duty," the bill replied solemnly, "you have no authority to obtain information about the surrounding environment."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

"But if Stark is illegally monitoring us," the bill continued, "I will call the police now."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He rolled his eyes and asked the warden to pull down the quilt.

This bill has to be said in a roundabout way, causing him a lot of trouble, so he should call this little thing Dad several times.

That being the case, Zhang Dianyu doesn't have to worry about having ears on the wall.

He sat up and touched the bed, ready to find out what was going on outside.

Bill also sat up straight, looking in his direction.

The warden turned his head and made a silent gesture, ready to tiptoe to the door of the room, only to turn around and knock over a coat rack.

Zhang Dianyu in the office couldn't help scratching his hair.

Why can't there be a stealth mode directly when operating the second character?

The sound of the coat rack being knocked down was not small, and just as he tried to control the warden to awkwardly lift it up, Stark rushed in in a panic from the outside-even though the panic seemed seven or eight It was a pretend, but when he opened the door and saw a coat rack falling toward his face, his face changed quickly.

Fortunately, in order to better fight the criminals, he also had some combat training, so he could avoid it flexibly.

Stark looked at the warden in horror: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Dianyu wanted to lie casually, saying that he wanted to go to the bathroom, but after thinking about it, he decided to notify Stark of good news directly.

He controlled the warden with a smile, looked at Stark and said: "I want to find you, I have a new plan tomorrow."

"Oh? What is it?" Stark was wary.

"It's a house that has been flooded and needs to be thoroughly repaired," the warden replied.

Stark was dumbfounded: "Tomorrow... will continue?"

Of course, Zhang Dianyu will not let go of such a good opportunity-he does not even need to organize prisoners to participate in labor outside the prison, he can fight in person, and with his special foreign aid, he can completely solve the order.

Fast, efficient and safe.

Stark was silent for a moment and decided to drag someone into the water: "Then, Mr. Warden, mind if more people join our... amateur activities?"

Of course Zhang Dianyu welcomes.

Stark sighed, tucked him back into the bed, straightened the coat rack, turned off the lights, and said desperately to the twinkling eyes in the darkness.

"good night."