Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Stark still seemed to want to comment on the bill's pants. Zhang Dianyu quickly controlled the warden to squat down and helped the boy pull his trousers, but from the scene's point of view, it was more like stealing the bill's pants .

Although he is not human, the bill knows that pants must be worn on his body.

The boy grabbed his belt tightly, his big blue pupil looking at the warden below.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the bill through an operation panel and saw a trace of disapproval hidden deep in it.

"..." He stood up silently and gave up such a wanton behavior.

But Stark has shut up.

The situation now looks quite abnormal, not when the trousers are long. It may be that Banner took the wrong clothes, so the boy's trouser legs were short-but it didn't matter.

Stark looked relieved and opened his hand to the warden who still had a dull look: "So, what do you want to go next?"

He couldn't figure out what the warden thought. He originally thought that the warden wanted to come to the amusement park because of this mysterious boy, but then on the road to the amusement park, he remembered the little prisoner who had rushed alone to try to fight the clown-but in the end he realized The warden is more concerned about the decay scene here, which makes him a little surprised.

People have always complained about the areas affected by the fighting, and even pointed at the super heroes who pursued the criminals. In order to quell resentment-or perhaps did not think too much at the time, Stark always directly took charge of the repair and treatment of the battle site, and further established a company called "Injury Control" with SHIELD to undertake the aftermath work. .

It's not just him who does this, at least he knows that the Wayne company next door has been doing the same thing.

When the warden thanked him seriously, he even felt a little surprised and uncomfortable.

Of course, there is no word for shyness in Tony Stark's dictionary.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark's question on the operation panel, but was thinking about another question.

"So, how much did it cost you to buy it here?"

Stark thought about it for a while: "I don't think there should be much money-I'm sorry, I have no impression of this kind of thing, but I can let artificial intelligence send you an email later."

The warden nodded indifferently, and said nothing more.

And Zhang Dianyu behind the warden looked at the capitalist's abominable face and felt a sour taste.

He looked back at the bill next to it. The boy stayed quietly, but the ankles exposed under his suit pants made Zhang Dianyu gradually understand that the bill did not recognize his father for no reason.

He recognizes his father reasonably and reasonably, and even wants his father to "nurture" him.

Not long ago, Zhang Dianyu once rebuked that the bill was an immature intellectual disability, so it was only abolished. At that time, the bill seemed very wronged, but it just proved that he even agreed with this reason.

So now the problem lies here-the bill feels that Stark of another world is his creator, so Stark of this world has to be a happy father and take the responsibility of perfecting the bill.

Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment, and decided not to tear through the bill first.

Although this artificial mental retardation caused him a lot of trouble, it would be a good thing if he could be perfected by Stark into a bill that would benefit everyone.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the trees growing in the amusement park, but the amusement facilities were abandoned for a while, and he could feel the heartache of losing the head of the park.

It was as if he had lost the prison.

In fact, despite what the bill said, if the prison’s asset deficit lasted more than one-third, he would return as a prisoner. But in fact this did not really make him feel afraid.

He just didn’t know what else he had lost in prison, which made him feel at a loss—of course, if he would lose his memory, then these worries would not exist.

Zhang Dianyu thought optimistically.

He took the bill's hand, as if kidnapping a child, dragging him along a thin layer of gray road, and Stark followed behind with some confusion.

"So, we are really visiting an amusement park, huh?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Or somewhere else?" He turned around suddenly. "Maybe we can go to another'live' to see."

Stark was puzzled, but he agreed.

Zhang Dianyu immediately found the address of the last decoration order from the subsidy task list and read it to Stark.

"Where is this?" Starkphen xs63 Stark still wanted to talk about the bill's trousers. Zhang Dianyu quickly controlled the warden to squat down and helped the boy pull his trousers, but from the perspective of the scene From the point of view, it is more like picking the bill's pants.

Although he is not human, the bill knows that pants must be worn on his body.

The boy grabbed his belt tightly, his big blue pupil looking at the warden below.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the bill through an operation panel and saw a trace of disapproval hidden deep in it.

"..." He stood up silently and gave up such a wanton behavior.

But Stark has shut up.

The situation now looks quite abnormal, not when the trousers are long. Perhaps it was Banner who took the wrong clothes, so the boy's trouser legs were shortened-but it didn't matter.

Stark looked relieved and opened his hand to the warden who still had a dull look: "So, what do you want to go next?"

He couldn't figure out what the warden thought. He originally thought that the warden wanted to come to the amusement park because of this mysterious boy, but then on the road to the amusement park, he remembered the little prisoner who had rushed alone to try to fight the clown-but in the end he realized The warden is more concerned about the decay scene here, which makes him a little surprised.

People have always complained about the areas affected by the fighting, and even pointed at the super heroes who pursued the criminals. In order to quell resentment-or perhaps did not think too much at the time, Stark always directly took charge of the repair and treatment of the battle site, and further established a company called "Injury Control" with SHIELD to undertake the aftermath work. .

It's not just him who does this, at least he knows that the Wayne company next door has been doing the same thing.

When the warden thanked him seriously, he even felt a little surprised and uncomfortable.

Of course, there is no word for shyness in Tony Stark's dictionary.

Zhang Dianyu looked at Stark's question on the operation panel, but was thinking about another question.

"So, how much did it cost you to buy it here?"

Stark thought about it for a while: "I don't think there should be much money-I'm sorry, I have no impression of this kind of thing, but I can let artificial intelligence send you an email later."

The warden nodded indifferently, and said nothing more.

And Zhang Dianyu behind the warden looked at the capitalist's abominable face and felt a sour taste.

He looked back at the bill next to it. The boy stayed quietly, but the ankles exposed under his suit pants made Zhang Dianyu gradually understand that the bill did not recognize his father for no reason.

He recognizes his father reasonably and reasonably, and even wants his father to "nurture" him.

Not long ago, Zhang Dianyu once rebuked that the bill was an immature intellectual disability, so it was only abolished. At that time, the bill seemed very wronged, but it just proved that he even agreed with this reason.

So now the problem lies here-the bill feels that Stark of another world is his creator, so Stark of this world has to be a happy father and take the responsibility of perfecting the bill.

Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment, and decided not to tear through the bill first.

Although this artificial mental retardation caused him a lot of trouble, it would be a good thing if he could be perfected by Stark into a bill that would benefit everyone.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the trees growing in the amusement park, but the amusement facilities were abandoned for a while, and he could feel the heartache of losing the head of the park.

It was as if he had lost the prison.

In fact, despite what the bill said, if the prison’s asset deficit lasted more than one-third, he would return as a prisoner. But in fact this did not really make him feel afraid.

He just didn’t know what else he had lost in prison, which made him feel at a loss—of course, if he would lose his memory, then these worries would not exist.

Zhang Dianyu thought optimistically.

He took the bill's hand, as if kidnapping a child, dragging him along a thin layer of gray road, and Stark followed behind with some confusion.

"So, we are really visiting an amusement park, huh?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Or somewhere else?" He turned around suddenly. "Maybe we can go to another'live' to see."

Stark was puzzled, but he agreed.

Zhang Dianyu immediately found the address of the last decoration order from the subsidy task list and read it to Stark.

"Where is this?" Starkphen

An artificial mental retardation caused him a lot of trouble, but if he could be perfected by Stark into a bill that would benefit everyone, it would be a good thing.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the trees growing in the amusement park, but the amusement facilities were abandoned for a while, and he could feel the heartache of losing the head of the park.

It was as if he had lost the prison.

In fact, despite what the bill said, if the prison’s asset deficit lasted more than one-third, he would return as a prisoner. But in fact this did not really make him feel afraid.

He just didn’t know what else he had lost in prison, which made him feel at a loss—of course, if he would lose his memory, then these worries would not exist.

Zhang Dianyu thought optimistically.

He took the bill's hand, as if kidnapping a child, dragging him along a thin layer of gray road, and Stark followed behind with some confusion.

"So, we are really visiting an amusement park, huh?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Or somewhere else?" He turned around suddenly. "Maybe we can go to another'live' to see."

Stark was puzzled, but he agreed.

Zhang Dianyu immediately found the address of the last decoration order from the subsidy task list and read it to Stark.

"Where is this?" Stark asked his artificial intelligence to start automatic navigation, and asked with some doubt: "It sounds like an ordinary residential address here."

Zhang Dianyu shrugged: "Yeah, maybe it used to be."

This made Stark even more confused.

But considering that the communication with the warden has always been the same, he did not dig into it and immediately started the car.

"You are speeding again." The warden reminded him.

"Got it, I know." Stark replied perfunctoryly.

After the car gradually left the remote road and reached a place where people were gradually smoked, Zhang Dianyu found that his speed was still a little slower.

Stark took off his glasses and raised his hands proudly to show off: "In fact, this is my ai-"

The mounted police's motorcycle chased from behind.

"Sir, please stop by!"

Stark: "..."

He could only stop the car, and then looked at the mounted policeman who was issuing the ticket to him. From the good memory, he found a familiar feeling: "Mr. Police Officer, have I seen you?"

The young mount police raised his head and smiled: "Yes, Mr. Stark, the last time I gave you a ticket-please put your hands back on the steering wheel."

Stark: "..."

He may have a grudge against this path.

After several twists and turns, they finally reached their destination. Stark couldn't help but exclaimed as soon as he got out of the car: "My God, this place seems to have been smashed by Hulk."

The warden replied expressionlessly behind him: "If I'm not mistaken, Hulk has smashed it here."

Stark turned around with question marks.

The warden looked at Stark: "Can I do anything today?"

Stark was a bit hesitant, but as long as the patient was happy, he could give in.

"I promise you-as long as it is not out of the ordinary, I am a law-abiding citizen."

Ignoring this shameless self-praise, Zhang Dianyu replied bluntly: "Well, then I want to build a wall today."

Stark: "?"

Zhang Dianyu figured it out. Since he is a patient today, Stark is willing to take him to wander around anywhere, it is better to directly deal with this unfinished decoration order.

We must seize all the time to fill the loopholes, so that the prison can return to normal operation before a large number of people enter the prison.

What kind of counseling is more enjoyable than moving bricks?

Zhang Dianyu ignored the question mark on Stark's face and went straight to the nearest set of collapsed walls to start building bricks. He built the walls very seriously-after all, he discovered that the concrete bricks did not fall from the sky, but deducted from the prison assets.

Then you must not waste a brick.

Stark looked at the warden and opened his mouth uncontrollably.

This made him explain to his teammates and non-teammates at night-"I took the warden out of the mental state of the unsuccessful attempted suicide and moved the bricks"?

Does Tony Stark treat patients this way? He is not!

Stark squatted next to the warden who carefully built the brick, trying to persuade patiently: "Mr. Warden, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu, who was remotely manipulating the character, was reluctantly distracted and sent the warden back: "Huh?" The xs63 personal mental retardation caused him a lot of trouble, but if he can be perfected by Stark into a bill that benefits everyone, down It is also a good thing.

Zhang Dianyu looked at the trees growing in the amusement park, but the amusement facilities were abandoned for a while, and he could feel the heartache of losing the head of the park.

It was as if he had lost the prison.

In fact, despite what the bill said, if the prison’s asset deficit lasted more than one-third, he would return as a prisoner. But in fact this did not really make him feel afraid.

He just didn’t know what else he had lost in prison, which made him feel at a loss—of course, if he would lose his memory, then these worries would not exist.

Zhang Dianyu thought optimistically.

He took the bill's hand, as if kidnapping a child, dragging him along a thin layer of gray road, and Stark followed behind with some confusion.

"So, we are really visiting an amusement park, huh?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

"Or somewhere else?" He turned around suddenly. "Maybe we can go to another'live' to see."

Stark was puzzled, but he agreed.

Zhang Dianyu immediately found the address of the last decoration order from the subsidy task list and read it to Stark.

"Where is this?" Stark asked his artificial intelligence to start automatic navigation, and asked with some doubt: "It sounds like an ordinary residential address here."

Zhang Dianyu shrugged: "Yeah, maybe it used to be."

This made Stark even more confused.

But considering that the communication with the warden has always been the same, he did not dig into it and immediately started the car.

"You are speeding again." The warden reminded him.

"Got it, I know." Stark replied perfunctoryly.

After the car gradually left the remote road and reached a place where people were gradually smoked, Zhang Dianyu found that his speed was still a little slower.

Stark took off his glasses and raised his hands proudly to show off: "In fact, this is my ai-"

The mounted police's motorcycle chased from behind.

"Sir, please stop by!"

Stark: "..."

He could only stop the car, and then looked at the mounted policeman who was issuing the ticket to him. From the good memory, he found a familiar feeling: "Mr. Police Officer, have I seen you?"

The young mount police raised his head and smiled: "Yes, Mr. Stark, the last time I gave you a ticket-please put your hands back on the steering wheel."

Stark: "..."

He may have a grudge against this path.

After several twists and turns, they finally reached their destination. Stark couldn't help but exclaimed as soon as he got out of the car: "My God, this place seems to have been smashed by Hulk."

The warden replied expressionlessly behind him: "If I'm not mistaken, Hulk has smashed it here."

Stark turned around with question marks.

The warden looked at Stark: "Can I do anything today?"

Stark was a bit hesitant, but as long as the patient was happy, he could give in.

"I promise you-as long as it is not out of the ordinary, I am a law-abiding citizen."

Ignoring this shameless self-praise, Zhang Dianyu replied bluntly: "Well, then I want to build a wall today."

Stark: "?"

Zhang Dianyu figured it out. Since he is a patient today, Stark is willing to take him to wander around anywhere, it is better to directly deal with this unfinished decoration order.

We must seize all the time to fill the loopholes, so that the prison can return to normal operation before a large number of people enter the prison.

What kind of counseling is more enjoyable than moving bricks?

Zhang Dianyu ignored the question mark on Stark's face and went straight to the nearest set of collapsed walls to start building bricks. He built the walls very seriously-after all, he discovered that the concrete bricks did not fall from the sky, but deducted from the prison assets.

Then you must not waste a brick.

Stark looked at the warden and opened his mouth uncontrollably.

This made him explain to his teammates and non-teammates at night-"I took the warden out of the mental state of the unsuccessful attempted suicide and moved the bricks"?

Does Tony Stark treat patients this way? He is not!

Stark squatted next to the warden who carefully built the brick, trying to persuade patiently: "Mr. Warden, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu, who was remotely manipulating the character, was reluctantly distracted and sent the warden back: "Huh?"

I am a law-abiding citizen. "

Ignoring this shameless self-praise, Zhang Dianyu replied bluntly: "Well, then I want to build a wall today."

Stark: "?"

Zhang Dianyu figured it out. Since he is a patient today, Stark is willing to take him to wander around anywhere, it is better to directly deal with this unfinished decoration order.

We must seize all the time to fill the loopholes, so that the prison can return to normal operation before a large number of people enter the prison.

What kind of counseling is more enjoyable than moving bricks?

Zhang Dianyu ignored the question mark on Stark's face and went straight to the nearest set of collapsed walls to start building bricks. He built the walls very seriously-after all, he discovered that the concrete bricks did not fall from the sky, but deducted from the prison assets.

Then you must not waste a brick.

Stark looked at the warden and opened his mouth uncontrollably.

This made him explain to his teammates and non-teammates at night-"I took the warden out of the mental state of the unsuccessful attempted suicide and moved the bricks"?

Does Tony Stark treat patients this way? He is not!

Stark squatted next to the warden who carefully built the brick, trying to persuade patiently: "Mr. Warden, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu, who was remotely manipulating the character, was reluctantly distracted and sent the warden back: "Huh?"

"That's it. If you feel uncomfortable, we might as well go... I mean, talk to someone?" Stark said dryly, feeling it was not tempting.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark.

Although Stark didn't come in his armor, it was probably loaded somewhere in his car, perhaps in the seat or in the trunk.

But even if not, he can summon it directly, which is not a problem.

So this is a good brick mover.

Zhang Dianyu controlled the warden's smile, handed a concrete brick to Stark's hand, and spit out a few decisive words.

"Don't go."

Stark: "..."

Mr. Warden's sudden smile made him a little lost. The young man’s forehead was slightly sweaty, and he quickly recovered his smile and continued to build up concrete bricks one by one—compared to the scene where the whole street was smashed, the scene seemed a bit funny, as if trying to shake the big tree Ephemera.

Stark was at a loss with a brick.

This **** is ridiculous. Did the two actually start moving bricks?

They also carried a strange boy, and the child might even be the son of the two of them—although it sounds wrong.

Stark couldn't help but look at the bill behind him, but the scene in front of him made him stunned.

The boy was also trying to stack his bricks on the wall that had not completely collapsed.

The warden also shook his head at the boy: "This is not good, you don't have special wall-building skills."

The boy looked a little disappointed: "So your special ability is to build walls?"

Stark: "..."

He remembered.

Before at the Hydra base, he had seen Mr. Warden alone on the side of the brick-the scene was a bit confusing at the time, and he didn't seem to have much time to think about it.

Why would anyone's superpower be wall-building?

Stark was messy.

Mr. Warden is still building bricks seriously-judging from the trajectory of his arm movement, it is indeed not very professional. But whenever he put a concrete brick up, it seemed to automatically find its place, neatly arranged into a wall.

Stark: "..."

He had no idea whether he would be treated as a mental illness at the meeting tonight. xs63 I am a law-abiding citizen. "

Ignoring this shameless self-praise, Zhang Dianyu replied bluntly: "Well, then I want to build a wall today."

Stark: "?"

Zhang Dianyu figured it out. Since he is a patient today, Stark is willing to take him to wander around anywhere, it is better to directly deal with this unfinished decoration order.

We must seize all the time to fill the loopholes, so that the prison can return to normal operation before a large number of people enter the prison.

What kind of counseling is more enjoyable than moving bricks?

Zhang Dianyu ignored the question mark on Stark's face and went straight to the nearest set of collapsed walls to start building bricks. He built the walls very seriously-after all, he discovered that the concrete bricks did not fall from the sky, but deducted from the prison assets.

Then you must not waste a brick.

Stark looked at the warden and opened his mouth uncontrollably.

This made him explain to his teammates and non-teammates at night-"I took the warden out of the mental state of the unsuccessful attempted suicide and moved the bricks"?

Does Tony Stark treat patients this way? He is not!

Stark squatted next to the warden who carefully built the brick, trying to persuade patiently: "Mr. Warden, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu, who was remotely manipulating the character, was reluctantly distracted and sent the warden back: "Huh?"

"That's it. If you feel uncomfortable, we might as well go... I mean, talk to someone?" Stark said dryly, feeling it was not tempting.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark.

Although Stark didn't come in his armor, it was probably loaded somewhere in his car, perhaps in the seat or in the trunk.

But even if not, he can summon it directly, which is not a problem.

So this is a good brick mover.

Zhang Dianyu controlled the warden's smile, handed a concrete brick to Stark's hand, and spit out a few decisive words.

"Don't go."

Stark: "..."

Mr. Warden's sudden smile made him a little lost. The young man’s forehead was slightly sweaty, and he quickly recovered his smile and continued to build up concrete bricks one by one—compared to the scene where the whole street was smashed, the scene seemed a bit funny, as if trying to shake the big tree Ephemera.

Stark was at a loss with a brick.

This **** is ridiculous. Did the two actually start moving bricks?

They also carried a strange boy, and the child might even be the son of the two of them—although it sounds wrong.

Stark couldn't help but look at the bill behind him, but the scene in front of him made him stunned.

The boy was also trying to stack his bricks on the wall that had not completely collapsed.

The warden also shook his head at the boy: "This is not good, you don't have special wall-building skills."

The boy looked a little disappointed: "So your special ability is to build walls?"

Stark: "..."

He remembered.

Before at the Hydra base, he had seen Mr. Warden alone on the side of the brick-the scene was a bit confusing at the time, and he didn't seem to have much time to think about it.

Why would anyone's superpower be wall-building?

Stark was messy.

Mr. Warden is still building bricks seriously-judging from the trajectory of his arm movement, it is indeed not very professional. But whenever he put a concrete brick up, it seemed to automatically find its place, neatly arranged into a wall.

Stark: "..."

He had no idea whether he would be treated as a mental illness at the meeting tonight.