Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu sat expressionlessly on the bed, staring at the shiny door handle, and waited until the footsteps in the hallway disappeared, then slowly turned his head to show the fierce gaze at the bill.

After a few seconds, the boy who was pinched on his neck and pressed to the ground looked at Zhang Dianyu with a puzzled look: "Why do you do this, this is just a carrier-although it is still precious, but it is not killed What effect will it have on me."

Zhang Dianyu asked fiercely: "So how can I kill you."

"It's complicated." The bill frowned slightly. "You have to reach an agreement with the world and let it agree to clear all parts of the world about the Super Human Registration Act-I have now become a part of the United States justice, it is not If it is abolished, I won’t die. But I must correct one thing. For the bill, the term “dead” is incorrect. I am not a life, and I will not die.”

Zhang Dianyu was surprised, not knowing where to start.

"You...just tell me **** you?" He chose to ask the most puzzling part first.

"I can understand that you need to know everything about yourself." The bill answered reasonably, "including your maker and father."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

This little boy really treats himself as a dad!

His mood is a bit complicated. According to the bill, the other party just regarded him as an irreplaceable manufactured product-this is because other "samples" failed.

Of course he was quite cryptic about this, and since then he has mostly regarded the bill as fart.

But now, the bill doesn't just treat him as an article. In the light of this little thing, maybe even he is just a spokesperson for the so-called "Super Human Registration Act".

Zhang Dianyu took a breath and released the fingers of the neck of the bill slightly. After all, although the bill looks calm, in fact the small face has suffocated.

Not to mention anything else, after Syxton and Mr. Fergus, the body of the boy who had just been called the "son" appeared suddenly in his room. He was afraid that he would soon be tied into the psychiatric ward.

"So," Zhang Dianyu frowned. "You mean, the superheroes have agreed to sign this inexplicable ‘law’?"

The bill blinked its dark blue eyes, seeming to be puzzled: "In fact, more than 90% of superhumans disagree-excluding those who have not been notified because of their ability to do little harm and act low-key, most people attack The law enforcement personnel have caused great obstacles to the implementation of the bill."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." Is this nonsense?

The bill blinked: "So, in the next period of time, a larger number of people may be detained, and you need to provide them with a residence."

Zhang Dianyu's expression stiffened.

"Is it necessary to live in residence, can't all be confined?"

"I don't think you want to confine all of them." The bill pondered, "Are you really willing to throw Spider-Man or Captain America into the planned cemetery confinement chamber?"

Zhang Dianyu slowly opened his mouth: "Captain America?"

He didn't know what expression to face—the captain...it looked really difficult, maybe he would really fight for it.

But in the final analysis, it's just a different concept, he can't put people in the coffin-is that not the home of the clown?

"Wait," Zhang Dianyu slowly reacted. "The person you said agreed to sign the bill, wouldn't it be Stark?"

"Several people headed by him--"

Zhang Dianyu knocked the bill's head on the ground, shaking his hand a little.

He is clear about this matter, then the next one is not one or two, is it a large number?

Besides, besides Chaoying who opposes the bill, there are a large number of super criminals. They are also superhumans with superpowers. So far, Zhang Dianyu has only bought two plots of land, and now one side is completely surrounded by psychiatric wards, and the other side is fully prepared to build a correctional center-and it also requires no contact with the outside world to remain mysterious.

Regarding this article, Zhang Dianyu also asked about the bill. The answer is that minors’ needs need to be properly protected, so the correctional center is not open to journalists and other foreign institutions.

This is nothing, but it also means a larger land area, you need to buy more land-to spend more money.

Zhang Dianyu felt a headache.

The bill also struggled to reach his head: "I feel bad, I don't like this carrier."

Zhang Dianyu stood up expressionlessly, staring down at the boy: "Why don't you make a normal body for yourself-I mean, at least an adult?"

Such a child's body is too easy to cause misunderstanding. For example, just now, if the bill is an adult man, Zhang Dianyu would have beaten it directly.

Considering that he didn't have much reputation, he barely endured it.

The bill pondered: "I don't understand. Since I came to this world, I can only project myself as a human child, and I can't use a carrier that is older than appearance."

Zhang Dianyu stared at him thoughtfully.

Bill raised his face and looked at him.

"I see." Zhang Dianyu said suddenly, "Because you look like you have a low IQ, the world will not let you pretend to be an adult."

The bill looked straight at him: "I don't understand."

"Do you understand that it will be abolished by your native world?" Zhang Dianyu asked back.

The expression of the bill slowly changed a little, and it seemed to show a little confusion: "I don't know."

Zhang Dianyu sat down and looked at the bill's wrinkled face.

Perhaps his words were a bit heavy, but when he thought about a series of things caused by the mentally handicapped bill, his anger came up again: "Obviously, the world thinks that you are only worthy of this appearance at the moment-just like you are planning to The incident that Captain America sent in was causing trouble for everyone."

Just dreaming that the captain looked at him seriously and asked "why", Zhang Dianyu had a stomachache.

He really wanted to say that this had nothing to do with him-but from his origins, he really couldn't say no. If there is no bill and no prison, there will be no such person as Zhang Dianyu.

"But it does want to deal with these disasters caused by superhumans in the world." The bill said disapprovingly, "It doesn't want to be ended."

Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment.

"You are right. If the world you are talking about has a projection, it might be like you." He felt exhausted.

The bill shook his head: "It is not life, it does not exist, and it is everywhere."

Zhang Dianyu shrugged noncommittally.

"My back is a bit painful," the bill said, "help me find something to deal with."

Zhang Dianyu was vigilant: "Without a treatment needle, there is no money now."

The bill blinked sea blue eyes: "It really hurts, you knocked."

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "Hold it."

Bill: "I am your father."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

After Banner had arranged Spider-Man and knocked on the door of the office to report the results, he saw the sudden appearance of the "son" of Mr. Warden lying on the couch with a... Wet mop?

"This, this, this..." Banner said a little, "This is... Mr. Warden?"

"No, it's me." The bill on the sofa said positively, "Mr. Warden is behind the desk, you should be able to see it."

Banner: "..."

He suddenly determined that this should be the biological son of Mr. Warden.

"Don't worry," Zhang Dianyu said, "I let the cleaners get the only new mop left, and they were almost taken away by the prisoners in labor."

Banner was confused.

"Yes, it works." The boy on the sofa also said.

Banner gave up thinking.

"Mr. Warden, Spider-Man was arranged by me in an vacant office-the only place in the entire prison that can guarantee a little**. But you need to arrange the engineering team to renovate it and decorate it. It’s a basic dormitory."

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, that is, a bed and a toilet. From the battlefield he just recovered some toilets, there are still surpluses at this time, but the bed can only be bought now.

He glanced at Peter's small body.

Although the boy's physical fitness is even outstanding among the superpowered, when he put on the adult's prison uniform, it seems to be just a developing teenager.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't bear to withhold Peter's bed.

He called the engineering team and Banner also left the office.

Zhang Dianyu stared at the boy on the sofa for a while, remembering that he still had an account to count with him—just interrupted by a series of shocking news.

He got up and walked over, the sun shining from behind, leaving a shadow on the bill.

"I almost forgot. I have a question for you." Zhang Dianyu said coldly, "Why, I can't, tell the truth to others?"

The bill takes for granted: "The truth?"

"All this, for example, Mr. Fergus's true identity is me." Zhang Dianyu was very annoyed. "Apart from not being able to say this sentence, do you know what is the worst?"

The bill pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"I think everything is working well."

Zhang Dianyu restrained the urge to push down the mop: "I am mentally ill-do you feel familiar?"

"No, you are not." The bill replied, "Only life with a certain ability to think-mainly human beings, has the possibility of suffering from mental disorders, and you are not."

Zhang Dianyu: "Do I mean that?"

The bill fell silent in due course, at least he finally found the atmosphere was wrong.

"Why did I say "I am mentally ill" from my mouth when I tried to tell the truth?" Zhang Dianyu gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice.

"This is a kind of misleading remarks, to avoid that you should disclose things that should not be disclosed to unrelated persons, etc." The bill replied, "It turns out that it is very effective--"

Zhang Dianyu almost went up to press the mop.

"No, I'm not mentally ill!"

"Uh……"

Someone uttered a voice behind him with a hesitant tone.

Zhang Dianyu turned sharply, looking displeased.

"To clarify, I'm not going to uninvited myself." Stark considered the wording, "but there is no wall here..."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stark's eyes dodged, looking at the wine cabinet behind him: "Do you want a drink?"

This aroused Zhang Dianyu's bad memories-the last time he did this, he declared to Stark that he was in a game.

This is not true. All in all, the other party feels that he has a mental problem, and now looks more like it.

"Have a drink?" Zhang Dianyu slowly looked up at Stark. "Now?"

Stark thought about it and made his own suggestion: "Or build this wall first?"

Zhang Dianyu refused indifferently: "No, such sunshine is good."

"I thought you didn't like the sun?" Stark paused. "Actually, I came because of this."

Zhang Dianyu frowned, leaning on the desk and waiting to hear what Stark would say.

Stark opened his mouth: "I'll drink a glass first, I don't like to convey unpleasant news." He raised his hand and gestured behind Zhang Dianyu: "How?"

Zhang Dianyu bypassed the desk and walked over to take two cups from behind the glass door and placed it on the desk.

The golden brown whiskey flows along the edge of the glass, and the mellow fragrance slowly diffuses in the air, making people feel a little relaxed.

"In fact, Hannibal Lecter made a private psychological assessment report to you. Just now, he disclosed the contents of this assessment to Dr. Strange. Of course, there was a confinement Door-that's why his skill level has suddenly increased, and he calmed down Joyce guard temporarily."

Stark filled half a glass of whiskey in one breath: "If you need any help, I am willing to provide it."

The dark-haired youth looked at the glass on the table indifferently and listened to him silently.

The air was a little frozen, and Stark looked at the silent warden, feeling that it seemed offended. But as the warden of an important prison, he must also be responsible for his mental state.

"So, it's up to me." Zhang Dianyu slowly picked up the glass. "I hope you refuse to sign the Super Human Registration Act."

There was a loud noise on the sofa and the mop fell to the ground.

The bill stood up seriously: "No."

Stark: "For God's sake, can the child shut up first?"

The bill's eyes turned to him: "But you are also my father, of course you should sign the bill."

Stark spewed out the small half of the whiskey that he had just drunk.