Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

After finishing the assignment, Guard Wallen turned and walked into the small white house, leaving the three people present staring at each other.

After a moment of silence, Lecter twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, turned and walked to the corner of the tool room.

When he came out carrying the mop, the two people outside were still looking at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became anxious. It seemed that in the next second, the two would swing their fists at each other.

Lecter smiled slightly, which of course was why he left.

"So," he said casually, leaning on the mop, "I think we have to'cooperate', fellow workers?"

Red Skull and Magneto glanced at him coldly, and no one among the three could not see the other's thoughts.

"Interestingly, the warden doesn't seem to want us to be close to these children." Lecter said with a smile, "it's a bit sad."

The other two did not answer right away, but after a while, Magneto turned and walked to the staff lounge, and said: "There is no job for me this afternoon, I am in the lounge."

The person in charge of checking the bedwetting is of course a night shift until the children wake up in the morning.

However, rounding the meaning of this sentence can be regarded as temporarily agreeing to cooperation.The victim did not take any further action, and the Red Skull naturally had no objection.

He turned and walked to the room next to the small cleaning cupboard that Lecter had just visited. It was a laundry room with only two washing machines, but it was enough to wash the clothes of 20 minors.

Until he saw suspiciously yellow stained sheets piled in the dirty clothes basket.

Red Skull: "..."

Lecter, who was weeding in the courtyard, listened to a loud noise coming from the laundry room, as if someone had kicked the washing machine severely, shrugged inadvertently, and continued his work.

Since this small white house is really not big, Magneto, who was lying on the sofa in the staff lounge not far away, also heard it and sneered with his eyes closed.

Zhang Dianyu in the office was relieved to see from the game panel that everyone's tasks had been arranged.

But within a few seconds, the Red Skull who walked into the laundry room failed in anger management, and the washing machine began to leak.Workers are now prohibited from entering and exiting here. The Warren guard reported the situation. Zhang Dianyu looked through the files and found Magneto had had experience in the factory, so he was assigned to work overtime to repair the washing machine.

Guard Warren seemed to be a little interested in repairing items, and took the initiative to follow.

He has a gun on him--but it's not the most important thing.The point is that even if they grab a gun, or even take a hostage, the snipers who have opened their sights at the four corners of the correctional center can kill them instantly.

This is very uneconomical.

Magneto hasn't tried the taste of not being able to modify the bullet trajectory for a long time, but now he has to.But being interrupted and forced to work overtime obviously made him very unhappy.

So Zhang Dianyu in the office watched as the Warren guard escorted Magneto to repair the washing machine. At the same time, he and the Red Skulls present had bubbles on their heads.

Zhang Dianyu hesitated for a moment.

He felt that this kind of improper chaotic relationship should be forbidden-after all, this is a prison, and Red Skull is not young, and he is almost a centenarian. Magneto still has children.

However, Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, as long as the two super-antis stand on their own feet and do not contact the children, it is understandable to develop any strange relationship.

After Magneto repaired the washing machine, the Warren guard conveyed Zhang Dianyu's meaning on his behalf.

"The warden hopes that you will not expose your relationship to these young people and avoid misleading them."

Magneto and Red Skull have no objection.

But of course I didn’t plan to do it—it’s impossible not to contact the children, and it’s impossible to fight without instigating them.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the peaceful scenes on the map and finally relaxed.

But almost three hours have passed. The local police came once, the FBI came once, and even the state police came—because the convenience store was beside the highway.

But Stark still did not come to ask the truth of the matter.

This made Zhang Dianyu a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt a little weird.

He was ready to throw the bill out and block the door of the house, which was a somewhat mentally retarded countermeasure-because he couldn't think of how he could tell Stark the truth.

After all, all he can answer is "because I am mentally ill".Judging from the current situation, this sounds perfunctory and like an excuse for exoneration-why is he suddenly guilty?

"Are you waiting for Stark?" Bill heard his sigh, and asked from behind the green employee.

Zhang Dianyu lost a folder and slammed the door shut.

The bill opened the door again: "He won't come, for the time being-he's in the Metropolis."

Zhang Dianyu was stunned for a moment: "Metropolis?"

Bill nodded: "With Lex Luther."

In the center of a ruin in the metropolis, layers of rubble and rubble covered the ground. Only a two-meter-wide trace in the middle stretched straight to the end of the site and was covered by the collapsed house.Half of the laboratory sign was exposed under the gravel, and the handwriting on it was blurry, as if it had been eroded and condensed again into a crooked look.

Luther wore a safety helmet sitting on a raised rock, watching the workers at the scene with a blank face, picking up the gravel and putting it on the truck for transportation.

However, his helmet has been changed, not the one sent to him by the warden when he left prison.

A golden-red shadow appeared from the clouds, flew to his side and stopped at a distance of more than one meter.

The blue tail flame at Iron Man's feet gradually extinguished, and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Luther frowned and waved to drive away the dust coming towards his face: "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What do you mean by what you said that day?" Stark said straight to the point. "You said that kid wasn't mine?"

"Oh, that." Luther casually patted the dust brought by Stark. "What about him-you have done a paternity test anyway, congratulations Tony, you finally overturned in love."

"I mean it." Stark took two steps forward. "Do you know something? Don't think I don't know what you are doing here."

"Of course you don't know." Luther said contemptuously. "Do you think I am Hanmer?"

Stark: "You shouldn't underestimate yourself that way."

Luther: "..."

"I know you are doing some research on genetic engineering," Stark said. "My commercial spies told me - and the recent newspapers."

Luther glanced at him coldly.

Stark opened his mask, and his brown pupils looked at Luther without hesitation.

"I said, we will cooperate." Luther said softly, "Your Super Human Registration Act-this may be the best decision you have made in your life, Tony."

Stark took a deep breath: "That's not my decision-but I must cooperate. You know why."

Luther snorted softly.

"If you want to protect them, detain them-great, they will hate you."

"Wait, I think you are misunderstanding what I mean." Stark said, "The Super Human Registration Act only requires superhumans to register their information-if they don't want to disclose their identity, the government will keep it secret."

Luther smiled: "You don't seem to be such a guy who doesn't understand the government, Tony."

Stark was silent for a moment: "Information registration does not go through the federal government. The list is only owned by me and my AI."

Luther laughed: "It seems that you believe in yourself-an arms dealer who used to drink alcohol, a merchant who sold death. Oh wait, maybe others don't trust you? That's why they refused to sign?"

Stark did not answer, and the muscles on his cheek seemed to twitch slightly.

Luther retracted his smile and stared at him earnestly: "Only I will join your camp without reservation, old friend." He looked into Stark's eyes and slowly extended a hand, "Look at me. Is there still a chance to become your ally?"

Stark glanced at Luther's outstretched hand, paused for a few seconds, and smiled as he raised his head again.

"No, Lex, you know I don't like picking up things that people hand over."

Luther retracted his hand, his eyes turned cold.

"The only way to deal with supernatural abilities is the supernatural itself." He said slowly, "Tony, you will change your mind. When you feel like you are desperate—" He held a business card with two fingers and handed it over, "You You can call the above number."

Stark looked down at his business card, which was the official customer service number of Lex Group.

He glanced at Luther again, with a contemptuous smile on his face, as if mocking his incompetence.In fact, he cannot deny this.The connection between him and the captain became less and less, and Batman even began to rarely appear.

Only the Supreme Master seems to remain neutral-but according to him, he does not intend to participate in such disputes.

Stark looked at Luther’s face and did not reach out to pick up the business card: "Oh, I know your private number was temporarily frozen when you were arrested and put in jail-but it’s okay, you and I know where to find it. You." He smiled slightly, "Prison."

Luther dropped the card.

Stark's visor abruptly closed, turning around to activate the thrusters under his feet.

"I know you want to ask where the boy came from." Luther's voice came from behind him, "Everyone you have sex with has a record with me. Obviously they have no medical records of giving birth in the hospital."

Stark: "..."

He slowly turned around: "Are you a pervert?"

"I'm watching business rivals." Luther said coldly, "I don't believe you haven't done such a thing."

Stark's voice is full of incredible: "But not including such... behavior, for God's sake, this is really beyond the scope of general perversion."

"Oh, then who is the child's'mother'?" Luther raised his eyebrows, "I think you have come here to find me, maybe you have found a clue?"

Stark's face was a little abnormal.

Luther seemed more interested: "Is an extraordinary person? Wait...Let me think about it, I guess we all know each other? Oh my goodness, who is this respectable lady?"

Stark: "Does it have to be a lady?"

Luther: "..."

Stark: "..."

"It's really not through natural means," Stark said. "You're right on this point. But... maybe it can be more natural?"

Luther: "I don't know, I haven't done such a thing."

Stark: "Your tone sounds really strange?"