Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Stark took the lead to look away.He glanced at the food on the plate and couldn't help falling into thought.

"So," Zhang Dianyu also looked at the dinner plate, and the contents inside faintly revealed a golden color under the burnt edge, "What the hell is that?"

Stark silently put on the metal lid: "Leave this alone." He glanced at Zhang Dianyu and asked, "Bill has fallen asleep, are you still hungry?"

Zhang Dianyu was afraid that he would be forced to eat the lump of things on the plate when he answered that he was hungry, so he lied: "Not hungry."

A long cry came from his abdomen in good time.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He saw Stark's hand dropped back on the lid, trying to stop this behavior: "Miss Rita just contacted me and there is a document that I need to sign."

"What file?" Stark shifted his attention and asked, "Can your mental state...?"

Zhang Dianyu: "?" Is he too mentally ill to make the right decision?

His face darkened, showing a rushing gaze: "It's about the prison contract for the purchase of real estate."

Unexpectedly, Stark was more energetic: "The prison will be expanded?"

"Thanks to you," Zhang Dianyu replied, "Business is going to increase."

After this sentence, he regretted a little bit. Although Stark brought something that looked like he was going to poison him, it actually showed a rare patience.After hearing this, his eyebrows seemed to move imperceptibly, and then he shrugged, put the dinner plate down, and sat down on the chair next to him with a smile.

"So how are you going to thank me, Mr. Warden?" Stark asked, spreading his hands.

Although he concealed it well, Zhang Dianyu clearly felt the complicated emotion he had just now.Perhaps it was loss and disappointment, but also a hint of incomprehensible anger—this was not for Zhang Dianyu, but obviously for the people he knew well, that is, the group of people targeted by the Super Human Registration Act.

Super British who demanded that the bill be signed.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark, and the other party obviously didn't need to be comforted—or rather, he refused to let anyone know this.

"So," Zhang Dianyu looked very serious, "Leave you a permanent room in prison?"

"..." Stark: "No need." He looked at Zhang Dianyu carefully, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Warden is joking with me?" He paused and cocked his mouth slightly. I thought you cut off your sense of humor when you were born."

"No," Zhang Dianyu replied blankly, "I was never born either."

Stark spread his hands.

"It's not bad for a novice, but the latter one is a bit cold."

"I am not kidding."

"Okay." Stark shrugged.

At this moment, the voice of the artificial intelligence butler suddenly came from the room: "Sir, Miss Rita is visiting and wants to see the warden.

Zhang Dianyu's eyes lit up immediately.

Stark told the smart butler: "Let her go straight upstairs."

When he turned around, he found Zhang Dianyu looking at him.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Stark finally spoke: "Mr. Warden, do you have anything to say?"

Zhang Dianyu: "...Can you avoid it?"

In view of the influence left over from the previous few times, he felt that he should not switch roles in front of others.

Even if the people who watched the vest change scene will automatically fill in the plot, there seems to be something wrong.Rita has now established some good images through her tool, whip, and he wants to hold back for a while.

Stark glared at Zhang Dianyu, Zhang Dianyu felt a little frustrated: "Or I would eat the things on this plate--"

"..." Stark: "Not necessary."

He left with the lid on the dinner plate, and met Miss Rita who came up on the road.The acting warden looked so cold that he passed by without even saying hello to Stark.

Stark was a little dazed while standing in the hallway. He was about to ask about Bill or talk about Rita's true identity, but the other party walked over without squinting, without hesitation.

The door of a room in front of him was opened, and the little boy with black hair and blue eyes was standing in his pajamas, looking very calm and asking, "Do you want to eavesdrop?"

Stark slowly turned his head to look at the bill, trying to justify a little bit: "It’s very impolite to overhear other people’s conversations, Bill—listen to me, at Stark’s house, if you want to see what other people are doing , You can turn to artificial intelligence."

"But this means infringing on the privacy of others in front of the two wardens," the voice of the artificial intelligence butler said next to him. "According to the self-protection agreement that you have updated for me, I need you to Sign here."

A light screen popped up in front of Stark.

"..." He spread his hands out: "It doesn't have to be."

"So," the bill said beside, "I can help you." He glanced at the dinner plate in Stark's hand. "That thing won't kill Mr. Warden. You can force him to eat it if you want. ."

"?" Stark: "Not necessarily!"

The bill nodded solemnly: "As long as you get along well."

Stark: "..."

Does the boy have any misunderstandings about getting along well?

He shrugged in frustration, feeling that he didn't want to say another word today.He pressed the boy's head and pushed him back into the room, and reached out to close the door: "You should go to bed, good night."

The bill stood behind the door thinking for a while and replied, "Good night."

Stark paused.The boy didn't call his father. Although the boy didn't resist this fact, even Stark he took the initiative to inform him, it still seemed to take some time.

He went into the kitchen, threw the fried egg and the plate into the sink, and ordered the servant to find a cook to prepare a dinner for the warden.

And Zhang Dianyu in the room also switched roles smoothly and signed the contract.He took the documents and walked out of the warden's room, smiling and preparing to return to prison.

When passing a room, the door was suddenly opened.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't help cursing an swear word, and Bill stood in the dark looking at him faintly.

"You shouldn't say that," the boy's voice came from the room, "I am a child."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." Does he have to introduce a bill prohibiting profanity?

"Do you want me to do a mental assessment tomorrow?" The bill took a step forward, and the soft lights of the corridor shone on his face, reflecting his disapproving eyes.

Zhang Dianyu knew that there were ears in the wall, so he could only reluctantly smile, and knelt down and looked at the bill with threatening eyes: "You are not alone,'Bill.' Mr. Warden will be with you."

The bill looked at him without speaking.

Zhang Dianyu rubbed the boy's head vigorously, pushed him back into the room, grabbed the door and slammed it shut.

"Go to bed, child."

There was no sound from inside, Zhang Dianyu breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go downstairs and leave.

"So, you are not Bill's biological mother, but he depends on you like a mother." Stark's voice came from down the stairs.

Zhang Dianyu felt he really saw a ghost.

What kind of filter is Stark, can you tell the dependence on the face of the bill?"Maybe." Zhang Dianyu gave a false smile, "Sometimes, sometimes not-this boy after all," he paused, and pointed to his head with a little regret, "-something's wrong."

Stark seemed to agree.

"If there is nothing else, I think I should leave." Zhang Dianyu said to Stark.

Stark watched Miss Rita slowly walk down the stairs, as if waiting for something, he hesitated and asked, "Miss Rita, can you talk about other things about this kid, Bill?"

For example, he really wants to know who the child's mother is, which is about to become a thorn in his heart.

Although he thinks it is impossible for him to leave a child unintentionally-it is even less likely that the child's mother cannot be found.However, Xiaojiao and Hapi were not surprised when they heard about this, and even said that they had prepared a plan for him a long time ago, which made people even more heartbroken.

Zhang Dianyu smiled reluctantly.It was already very difficult for him to step downstairs on high heels, and Stark was still asking questions next to him.

"'Bill'... he might prefer the law." He said nonsense.

Stark looked surprised: "Wow, does he want to run for president?"

Zhang Dianyu paused: "Are you thinking too far?"

Stark shrugged: "But he is a Stark, I can't think too shallowly."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He should try his best to deal with these steps.

When Zhang Dianyu tried to walk downstairs with a sullen face, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at Stark with a smile: "Then I will leave, Stark first—"

Stark opened the door for her: "It's almost ten o'clock. Will I let the lady walk the night alone?"

The driver Hogan had parked the car at the door, and Zhang Dianyu had no choice but to thank him.Unexpectedly, Stark didn't seem to have any intention of asking about "Bill" along the way, but just chatted with him casually.

Zhang Dianyu was afraid of revealing his identity and answered several questions with a reserved smile.

When they reached the gate of the prison, they found that a black prison car had been parked at the gate, and a heavily armed bailiff was escorting a person from it.

His shiny head reflected moonlight.

Zhang Dianyu was taken aback for a moment, clicked on the game panel, and saw the name of the prisoner at the feet: Lex Luther.

He left for a while, and he didn't expect that the things the bill said would begin at this moment. A new prisoner was sent overnight-but wrong?Will this famous Superman fan oppose the Superhuman Registration Act?Is he not bad if he doesn't inject capital?

Stark was also very happy to see Luther.

"Lex, you are in such a hurry, in the middle of the night, I heard that you made a big news two days ago. But it's easy to stay up late...oh sorry."

Luther raised his head and glared at him coldly.

"I also heard about the bill, Tony." He whispered, "You will need me. I may be the only person in the world who will stand in the same camp as you."

Stark froze for a moment. "You said Bill?"

Luther: "?"

Zhang Dianyu couldn't listen anymore. The prisoner had so much talk before he was put in the cell, and he obviously needed a little aura of fear.

He took out Rita's whip.