Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Both Stark and Luther changed their faces.

Although the two had a "happy" chat, they forgot the acting warden next to them, so they wouldn't have to suddenly take the whip--"Wait," Stark looked at Zhang Dianyu warily, "Your whip just... Right there?"

Miss Rita is wearing a close-fitting dress. Where did this whip come from?He couldn't help looking down.

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Although he was not Miss Rita, the two men stared at the skirt suddenly felt a chill.

He squeezed the whip in his hand, his eyes getting colder and colder.

The two people immediately realized how bad this behavior was and looked away instantly.Zhang Dianyu first looked at Stark, and the other party quickly took a step back: "In fact, if I want to explain, I'm just a little curious about this whip... well, that sounds worse."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Are you curious?" That can also help test the impact on people outside the prison.

Stark's face changed: "No, no, there is Luther here."

The bald man next to him sank.

Zhang Dianyu discovered that this sentence is a bit misleading.

Stark immediately turned around and wanted to sneak, but was caught by a sentence behind him: "Bill?" He turned his head, Luther looked at him thoughtfully, "This is the name of a person, not your super human bill."

He used affirmative sentences.

Stark hesitated for two seconds, then became calm again: "Anyway, you'll know soon—yes, I think I might find out that I have a son."

Luther snorted.

"Are you sure that is your son?"

There is no doubt that this sentence will blow up a man.

"Of course, with half of my genes, my biological son." Stark said defiantly. "Do you think I would make this kind of mistake? I thought that child was my son before the paternity test was made?"

"Then you think your Stark industry, your AI housekeeper, yourself and the people around you will make this kind of mistake, it's really ridiculous." Luther sneered.

"Oh you suddenly became my spiritual friend." Stark disapproved. "Save it, I won't be fooled by your words."

"Who is his mother?" Luther asked suddenly.

Stark was taken aback, and looked a little uncomfortable: "For the time being... I haven't found her, but she will always be found." When it comes to the woman who doesn't know her name, Stark feels a little awkward.

Was he really that drunk at the time?

If you continue to think about this problem, he may be as bald as Luther. He decided to stop the loss in time-not to stop searching, but from another angle. Starting from the warden and Bill, he will always show some signs. of.

Luther raised the corner of his mouth: "Then you keep looking."

Stark: "..." I don't know why, this sentence sounds pretty awkward.

Judging from the current situation, Miss Rita, the acting warden, seems to think so too.She stood between the two, the whip in her hand was very conspicuous.

Stark hesitated to speak, and wanted to say that lynching was illegal-but as long as no one saw it, it was better to take Luther to a place where no one did.

The smile on Luther's face disappeared.He stared at the black-haired woman on the opposite side and snorted softly after a moment: "Are you the warden here?"

Zhang Dianyu: "?" Who gave him the courage to be so arrogant even in prison.

The bailiff sandwiched Luther from left to right, and the chain on his body locked him tightly.Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, and he also saw the news that Stark said. It was nothing but Godzilla again in Metropolis-or maybe not. In short, Lex Group announced that it was fully responsible for the experimental accident. And the chairman has been arrested, and the hearing will be held on Capitol Hill in half a month. Stark will also go to see the excitement, anyway, he will go every time.

Once a magazine selected the public figures who participated in the most hearings, Luther and Stark tied for first place.

Zhang Dianyu is not very interested in the plastic sisterhood between them. He just wants to know how Luther did not react to Rita's judicial fear halo.

He raised the whip a little higher and stared at the shiny bald head.

Luther looked at him gloomily, frowning.

Zhang Dianyu silently put down his whip: "The acting warden-the warden is on vacation, and the prison affairs will be represented by me for the time being." He glanced at the game panel and found that the confinement room above had been blocked by him a few hours ago. It was full, and there were no vacant beds in the prisoner's dormitory. Although there were some beds that were temporarily unoccupied, they were the beds of the penguins who were still lying in the hospital. Only the luxurious cells of the morgue were still vacant.

"Then send him to the morgue." Zhang Dianyu said reluctantly.

Luther's face changed, looking surprised and angry, and Stark, who had just closed the door, poked his head out again.He glanced at Zhang Dianyu and Luther, who gritted his teeth, and coughed with his fist in front of his mouth, suppressing the sound of almost laughing.

"Drive." Stark said regretfully to the driver Hogan.

If here is the original warden, he can follow to watch the fun.

But Miss Rita suddenly took out the whip, he should be more acquainted and go home.

Stark's sports car instantly disappeared on the edge of the map, and after receiving the order, the guard next to him immediately transferred Luther from the bailiff and escorted him to the prison inspection room.

Zhang Dianyu was not interested in seeing how a bald head was stripped to check for contraband. He didn't even look at Luther's expression, turned and walked to his office.

It's getting late, and more people will be sent tonight to let Luther spend his prison time quietly in the morgue.

If he could, Zhang Dianyu really wanted to build the wall as he did before—especially since he now has special wall-laying skills, but the character is still in his room in Stark Industrial Park and wants to be sent by the chef. Beautiful dinner that came up.

He could still control the warden to do it remotely.Stark came here halfway, opened the door and took a look, then walked away with a complex expression, so that Zhang Dianyu, who was about to ask him what he did in the input box, was a little confused.

In this case, he can only continue to eat.

Back to the office, Zhang Dianyu flipped through the daily report on the desk, and found that there was nothing particularly noteworthy, everything seemed very normal.

Luther, who was taken into the morgue, was still bubbling with angry bubbles at first, but later turned into an exclamation mark after seeing the luxurious cell inside.Until the guards escorted him into the room and left, he sat on the bed and started posing question marks.

Zhang Dianyu looked at it for a while, then dragged the map away from Luther.

Although he has a lot of question marks, Zhang Dianyu doesn't care about this-as far as prisoners are concerned, as long as they stay in jail honestly during their sentence, he doesn't care about other things.

Even if they have any questions, there are psychologists and priests in the prison, enough for them to ask.

If it doesn't work, he can also suggest that Luther go and learn yoga with Banner. Maybe a calm mind will help solve his premature baldness.

Zhang Dianyu was lying on his bed and fantasizing-if this thing is really successful, maybe he should make an appointment for reporter Kent to come over to do an interview to publicize the prison, maybe it can attract some capital or something.

In all his wild thoughts, he ended his busy day and fell asleep groggy.

The alarm didn't go off all night, and when Zhang Dianyu woke up the next day, it was almost time for the prisoners' breakfast.But because he put most of them in the confinement room last night, the restaurant at this time had only a few prisoners, and looked sad and bleak to the pail that the chef had brought up.

When Luther walked into the restaurant, the question mark in his heart increased.

This is different from an ordinary prison. There are not many people in the restaurant, and the food is full of rows, but the few remaining prisoners glance at the catering barrel from time to time, but the expressions on their faces are not happy.

Consistent with the rumors, here he saw the infamous ogre Hannibal Lecter, sitting leisurely at the dining table eating his breakfast, with an expressionless guard standing beside him.On another dining table, sitting a figure wearing a hood, dark green scaly skin faintly revealed.He also knew this man, this was a killer crocodile.

Opposite the killer crocodile sat a weak-looking prisoner with a broken arm, which seemed unremarkable--but Luther also knew that this was the freak who called himself Professor Lizard, and even wanted to turn everyone into a lizard.

Other people's eyes glanced at these people from time to time, and they seemed to be crying.

"So," Luther asked the nearest prisoner suddenly, "the warden arranges those people to live together with you?"

"What? Oh yes." The prisoner was in a daze, and after thinking about it for a while he realized what he was asking.He glanced at Luther, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "New here?"

Luther nodded.

The prisoner immediately changed his face and pointed fiercely at the two catering barrels on the far side: "It's all yours over there, understand?"

Luther's face couldn't help but a doubtful look appeared.

The question mark in his heart is growing exponentially.

He didn't know about places like prisons--but he had only heard of prisons where people couldn't eat enough, and had never seen a prison where people could eat two barrels of food.

Seeing that Luther did not answer, the prisoner stood up with a fierce look as if he was planning to teach him to be a man, but was suddenly dragged aside. Someone whispered in his ear: "Damn, what are you doing, you didn't see Go to the name on that person’s prison uniform? You can solve the two barrels by yourself. If you ask those people to come out tomorrow and see that the food is spinach — don’t need me to say, you understand the consequences, right?

The prisoner glanced at Luther in horror, then looked at his chest carefully, and shrank from speaking.

Luther inserted a potato in silence.

Even so, the doubts in his heart did not diminish at all.

When Zhang Dianyu woke up, he checked the status of the prisoners, and then found that the prisoners in the confinement room were still in peace at this time, and Luther, who had just been imprisoned last night, also ate quietly in the dining room, and it seemed that he was not cemented. .

But what is strange is that the few remaining prisoners seem to be hungry. From 8 o'clock in the morning to now, one person has almost eaten a bucket of food.

Zhang Dianyu was shocked.

So here is the root of poverty in prisons?