Stark seemed to want to comment on the length of the bill's trousers. Zhang Dianyu quickly controlled the warden and squatted down to help the boy pull up his trousers. .
Even though he wasn't human, Bill knew the pants had to be on his body.
The boy firmly grasped his trouser belt, staring at the warden below with wide blue pupils.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the bill through an operation panel, and saw a trace of disapproval deeply hidden in it.
"..." He stood up silently, giving up such an act of concealment.
But Stark has shut up.
The current situation looks rather abnormal, not the time to struggle with pants length. Perhaps Banner had brought the wrong clothes, and that was why the boy's trouser legs were cut short—but it didn't matter.
Stark seemed relieved, and spread his hands to the warden who still looked blank: "Then, is there any place you want to go next?"
He couldn't figure out what the warden was thinking. He originally thought that the warden wanted to come to the amusement park because of this boy who appeared mysteriously, but then on the way to the amusement park while driving, he remembered the little prisoner who had rushed forward alone and tried to fight the clown-but in the end he found that the classic The warden paid more attention to the scene of decay here, which surprised him a bit.
For a long time, people have always complained about the areas affected by the fighting, and even pointed the finger at the superheroes who hunted down criminals. In order to quell the grievances—or maybe he didn’t think too much about it at the time, Stark always directly undertook the repair work of the battle scene, and even established the company "Damage Control" with S.H.I.E.L.D. to undertake the aftermath work.
He wasn't the only one doing this, at least he knew that the Wayne Enterprises next door had been doing the same thing.
When the warden thanked him solemnly, it even made him feel a little surprised and uncomfortable.
Of course, shyness is not 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 this place?"
Stark thought for a moment: "I don't think it's much money—sorry, I don't have the impression of this kind of thing, but I can ask the artificial intelligence to send you an email later."
The warden nodded indifferently and said nothing more.
But Zhang Dianyu, who was behind the warden, felt a bit of sourness when he saw the capitalist's hateful face.
He looked back at the bill next to him. The boy stayed quietly aside, but the exposed ankles under the suit trousers made Zhang Dianyu gradually understand that Bill did not recognize his father for no reason.
He recognized his father with reason and evidence, and even asked his own father to "nurture" him to grow up.
Not long ago, Zhang Dianyu angrily denounced the bill as an immature mental retardation, so it was repealed. At that time, the bill seemed very aggrieved, but it just proved that he still agreed with this reason.
So the problem now is this—the bill thinks that Stark from another world is his creator, so Stark from this world has to be his father and take on the responsibility of perfecting the bill.
Zhang Dianyu was silent for a moment, and decided not to expose the bill yet.
Although this artificial mental retardation has caused him a lot of trouble, it would be a good thing if he could be perfected by Stark into a bill that benefits everyone.
Zhang Dianyu looked at the wanton growth of trees in the amusement park, but the amusement facilities had been abandoned for a while, and he could feel the heartache of the director who lost the place.
It was as if he had lost his prison.
In fact, despite what the bill says, if the prison's asset deficit exceeds one-third of the time, he will come back here as an inmate. But it didn't really frighten him.
He just doesn't know what's left of himself without prison, and that makes him feel overwhelmed—of course, if he's going to lose his memory, then those worries don't exist.
Zhang Dianyu thought optimistically.
He took Bill's hand and dragged him for a walk along the road covered with a thin layer of dust as if kidnapping a child. Stark followed behind with some confusion.
"So, we're really at an amusement park, huh?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
"Or somewhere else?" He turned abruptly. "Maybe we can go to another 'site'."
Stark was a little puzzled, but agreed anyway.
Zhang Dianyu immediately found the address of the last decoration order from the subsidy task list, and read it to Stark.
"What is this place?" Stark asked his artificial intelligence to start automatic navigation, and asked with some doubts: "This sounds like an ordinary residential address."
Zhang Dianyu shrugged: "Yes, maybe it used to be."
This made Stark feel even more confused.
But considering that the communication with the warden has always been like this, he didn't delve into it and started the car immediately.
"You're speeding again." The warden reminded from the side.
"I know, I know." Stark replied perfunctorily.
When the car gradually left the remote road and arrived at a place that was gradually populated, Zhang Dianyu found that his speed had dropped a little.
Stark took off his glasses and raised his hands triumphantly to show off: "Actually, this is my AI-"
The mounted police motorcycle caught up from behind.
"Sir, please pull over!"
Stark: "..."
He could only stop the car, then looked at the mounted policeman who was issuing him a ticket, and found a familiar feeling from his good memory: "Mr. Police Officer, have I seen you?"
The young mounted policeman raised his head and smiled: "Yes, Mr. Stark, I was the one who gave you the ticket last time—please put your hands back on the steering wheel."
Stark: "..."
He may have had a grudge against the road.
After several twists and turns, they finally reached their destination. As soon as Stark got out of the car, he couldn't help exclaiming: "My God, it's like being smashed by Hulk."
The warden replied behind him blankly: "If I'm not mistaken, this place was smashed by Hulk."
Stark turned around with a question mark on his face.
The warden looked at Stark: "Can I do anything today?"
Stark was a little hesitant, but as long as the patient was happy, he could back down.
"I promise you—I'm a law-abiding citizen, as long as I don't overdo it."
Zhang Dianyu ignored this shameless self-flattering, and replied bluntly: "Okay, then I want to build a wall today."
Stark: "?"
Zhang Dianyu figured it out. Since he is a patient today, and Stark is willing to drive him anywhere, it is better to deal with this unfinished decoration order directly.
Hurry up to fill in the loopholes so that the prison can resume normal operation before a large number of people are imprisoned.
Is there any psychological counseling that makes people happier than moving bricks
Zhang Dianyu ignored the question mark on Stark's face, and went directly to the nearest set of collapsed walls and began to lay bricks. He built the walls very carefully—after all, he later discovered that the concrete bricks did not fall from the sky, but were deducted from the prison assets.
Then you must not waste a brick.
Stark looked at the warden, and opened his mouth involuntarily.
How does this make him explain to his teammates and non-teammates at night-"I took the warden who attempted suicide and was in an extremely unhealthy mental state to move bricks"
Is this how Tony Stark treats patients? He is not!
Stark squatted next to the warden who was laying bricks carefully, trying to persuade patiently: "Mr. Warden, Mr. Warden?"
Zhang Dianyu, who was manipulating the character remotely, was barely distracted, and the warden replied, "Huh?"
"Well, if you're feeling uncomfortable in any way, we might as well go... I mean, talk to someone?" Stark said dryly, finding it unattractive.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark.
While Stark didn't come in his suit, it was probably stowed somewhere in his car, maybe in the seat, or in the trunk.
But even if not, he can summon it directly, which is not a problem.
So what a good brick mover this is.
Zhang Dianyu controlled the warden to show a smile, handed a concrete brick to Stark, and spit out a few decisive words.
"No."
Stark: "..."
Mr. Warden's sudden smile made him a little distracted. The young man's forehead hair was slightly stained with sweat. He quickly withdrew his smile and continued to build concrete bricks one by one seriously—compared with the scene of the entire street being smashed into a mess, the scene seemed a bit funny, as if trying to shake the big tree. ephemera.
Stark was at a loss with the brick.
This is fucking outrageous. Did the two really start moving bricks when they came out
They've got a strange boy with them, and it might even be their son, though that doesn't sound right.
Stark couldn't help Brick looking at the bill behind him, but the scene in front of him surprised him.
The boy was also trying to tiptoe to stack bricks on the nearby wall that hadn't completely collapsed.
And Mr. Warden shook his head at the boy: "This will not work, you don't have special skills in building walls."
The boy looked a little disappointed: "So your special ability is to build walls?"
Stark: "..."
He remembered.
At the Hydra base before, he had seen Mr. Warden laying bricks by himself—the scene was a bit chaotic at that time, and he didn't seem to have time to think about it.
Why would someone's super power be to build walls
Stark is messed up.
Mr. Warden is still laying bricks seriously - judging from the trajectory of his arm movement, it is really not very professional. But every time he puts a concrete brick on it, it seems to find its own place, neatly lining up a wall.
Stark: "..."
He no longer knew whether he would be treated as a psychopath at tonight's meeting.
That being the case, it’s better to let yourself go—after all, Mr. Warden seems to be very happy to build the wall next to him, and he is even more alive than the lifeless him just now.
Stark closed his eyes and raised his hand to summon his armor.
When the golden dusk dyed the sky, Fast Real Estate Company answered the phone call from the prison.
The operator transferred the call to their manager, who was about to leave work, who looked shocked when he heard the voice on the phone.
"What, go to inspect that house now?"
They just went to inspect the ruined project site yesterday, and it seemed that the repair work could not be completed within half a month, but suddenly the prison that accepted the order asked them to inspect the results
And the person who contacted him before was a middle-aged man who sounded quite honest but knew a lot, but this time it was a young woman's voice who called.
Shouldn't it be a lie.
"I'm sorry, Miss Rita?" The manager of the Fast Real Estate Company looked at the sky outside and said with some reluctance, "According to the assessment of our engineering staff, it is impossible to finish repairing it so quickly— I hope you can be responsible for your own words." After he finished speaking, he added, "The contractor of the project is a local prison, I don't think anyone will use their names fraudulently?" This is already a clear indication, I hope If the other party is a liar, you can retreat in spite of difficulties.
The person on the phone chuckled softly: "It's nothing surprising, sir, it's just a mediocre decoration team hired."