"So that's where the damned secret mutant juvenile offender correctional center came from?" Zhang Dianyu gritted his teeth, "You know I imprisoned those little kids in prison and conducted research on them—how is this kind of thing generally viewed, you know ?"
Act nodded: "The mutant registration act has been implemented for many years, and it is a good learning opportunity for you."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
He felt a little like giving up on communication.
"So," Zhang Dianyu concluded, "can you modify the tasks in this game panel?"
Unexpectedly, the boy seemed unable to answer this question. The moment the two eyes met, the dark blue pupils shivered slightly and avoided.
Zhang Dianyu raised the corner of his mouth: "You can't lie about this 'bill', can you?"
The boy opened his eyes slightly, and slowly frowned: "I won't, but I can refuse to answer."
Zhang Dianyu smiled slightly. Isn't it simple? From now on, he just asks "yes" or "no".
He pointed to the game panel: "Get rid of those weird tasks you added—especially the secret mutant juvenile offender correction center, I definitely don't intend to do this."
Bill stared at him, making him suddenly a little guilty.
"But running that institution successfully can solve your biggest problem now," the boy said.
What is the biggest problem in prisons right now? Of course it is lack of money. In connection with what the bill just said, Congress has been promoting research on mutants, which... will indeed bring him an income.
Zhang Dianyu thought, maybe the villain in the movie also embarked on this road of being overthrown by the protagonist's resistance.
He sighed: "Then you at least change the permission and let me open it now."
"I can't." Bill replied solemnly, "The prison is not yet equipped to accommodate these teenagers. You must upgrade the prison rating."
"..." Zhang Dianyu tried his best to be patient, "Then the question is, besides creating a series of inexplicable things, you also plan to implement a repealed bill here—is there any other use?"
Bill met his expressionless eyes.
"Looking at you."
Zhang Dianyu: "...?"
For some reason, he felt that the little thing was angry. Sure enough, in the next second, the boy's figure turned into light spots and spread out in the room. The light spots fell on the sofa and the floor, and then gradually disappeared.
Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment, then picked up the clipboard and shook it: "A bill?"
No one answered.
Just as he was thinking about whether to take out the lighter and burn it, Spider-Man suddenly poked his head in from outside the green employee door.
Zhang Dianyu had no choice but to put the clipboard back in the drawer, and nodded to Spiderman: "What?"
Could it be that something happened to Stark
Spider-Man stepped into the office cautiously, looked around, locked the employee door behind him, pulled off his hood, and looked at it in confusion.
"Mr. Warden..."
Zhang Dianyu also realized the problem.
Many people have seen Spider-Man wearing a light blue prison uniform wandering around in prison, so if he takes off his hood and turns into Peter now, it is obvious that Spider-Man's identity will be exposed immediately.
If Chaoying with a hidden identity is taken into custody in the future, he may...have to open a new area for them.
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
It wasn't that long ago that he learned that the world wasn't just a game, and in a blink of an eye he was responsible for a whole bunch of possible superhero identities on the horizon—what hell mode is this
"Is there any news from Mr. Stark?" Zhang Dianyu asked thoughtfully.
Since Stark in another universe participated in the enactment of this inexplicably created bill, then Stark should bear the blame, since they are peers anyway.
At least help pay the bill for the land first.
Peter obviously didn't know he was thinking about it. The boy was hesitant to ask himself if he would wear a hood for a few weeks, but after hearing Zhang Dianyu's question, he put the question aside and scratched his hair worriedly: "I don't know, Mr. Warden."
Zhang Dianyu shrugged. In fact, after the bill appeared, he already had a guess in his mind when he contacted the superhero who was suddenly taken into custody. He reckoned that Stark might not have time to take care of other business here during this period, that is to say—no time to come and invest.
He glanced at Peter.
The boy looked a little disturbed, his brown hair that was originally tangled up was flattened. Obviously, Spider-Man's hair has no superpowers, and he can't keep his hairstyle under the pressure of more than ten hours of headgear.
It's really not an option in the long run. Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, then suddenly said to Peter: "You seem to like Dr. Banner a lot?"
Peter was somewhat bewildered by the sudden change of subject, but replied, "Yes, sir, Dr. Banner's research on gamma particles is second to none, and I've read his papers in journals…"
Zhang Dianyu quickly interrupted him: "If there is an opportunity to work with Dr. Banner, would you like to join?"
Peter was so ecstatic that he even forgot his reason for coming, and nodded abruptly: "Yes, yes, Mr. Warden, of course I would!"
Zhang Dianyu smiled.
After Peter left, he decided to try to convince Banner one more time. Unsurprisingly, after the last conversation, Banner had already begun to waver, and with almost no effort, he got a foreman of the decoration team.
At 9 o'clock the next morning, after breakfast, Spider-Man in a light blue prison uniform stood nervously at the prison gate.
Mr. Warden said, let him come and wait for Dr. Banner at this time.
Yesterday he managed to get the approval of the escorting guards, barely got a chance to talk to his family, and lied to Aunt Mei that he joined a technology study group and was going abroad for a few weeks, during which time there might be no signal.
Then he hung up the phone in a hurry when Mei asked "which country has not yet connected to the Internet".
Didn't expect that part of the lie he told would become reality today? It was a surprise from heaven that he was about to join Dr. Bruce Banner's work.
Peter stood in front of the prison gate full of expectation, his chest was filled with cold air, but his enthusiasm could not be dispelled.
It wasn't until half an hour later, when he felt the 20-ton power series again, but he was holding an ordinary sledgehammer in his hand, that he finally discovered that something seemed wrong.
"Dr. Banner?" Spider-Man asked tentatively, "Is this our... job?"
Banner lowered his head to study the renovation list, pushed his glasses, looked at the helpless neighbor in New York, and smiled slightly: "That's right, it's this wall, we need to smash it and combine these two rooms into one." , then cleaned out the trash in the basement, and repainted the living room walls white."
Spider-Man was a little dazed.
The warden said to join Dr. Banner's work... turned out to be smashing walls and cleaning up garbage
"Thank you for coming to help. Mr. Warden promised me this." Banner smiled gently, "Otherwise, I really don't want to get out...you know, prison."