Both Stark and Luthor's expressions changed.
Although the two had a "pleasant chat" and forgot about the acting warden next to them for a while, they shouldn't suddenly draw out the whip—"Wait," Stark looked at Zhang Dianyu vigilantly, "Your whip was just now... ?"
Miss Rita is wearing a close-fitting dress, where did the whip come from? He couldn't help but look down.
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
Although he wasn't Miss Rita, being stared at by two men on his skirt suddenly gave him a chill.
He squeezed the whip tightly in his hand, his eyes getting colder and colder.
The two of them immediately realized how bad such behavior was, and looked away instantly. Zhang Dianyu first looked at Stark, who quickly took a step back: "Actually, if I want to explain, I'm just a little curious about this whip... well, it sounds worse."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you curious?" That can also help test the impact on people outside the prison.
Stark's expression changed: "No, there's no need, Luther is here."
The bald man next to him lost his face.
Zhang Dianyu realized that this sentence was a bit misleading.
Stark immediately turned around and wanted to slip away, but he was caught by a sentence behind him: "Bill?" He turned his head, and Luther looked at him thoughtfully: "This is a person's name, not your superhuman registration. bill."
He used an affirmative sentence.
Stark hesitated for two seconds, then became calm again: "Anyway, you will soon find out—yes, I think I might find out that I have a son."
Luther sneered.
"Are you sure that's your son?"
There is no doubt that this sentence will definitely make a man blow his hair.
"Of course, with half my genes, my biological son." Stark said provocatively, "Do you think I would make this mistake? Thinking that child is my son before making a paternity test?"
"Then you think that your Stark Industries, your AI steward, yourself and the people around you will make such a mistake, it's ridiculous." Luther sneered.
"Oh, you suddenly became my soulmate." Stark disagreed, "Forget it, I won't be fooled by your words."
"Who is his mother?" Luther asked suddenly.
Stark froze for a moment, looking a little uncomfortable: "I haven't found it yet, but I will always find her." When the woman whose name is not yet known, Stark felt a little awkward.
Was he really that drunk
If he continues to think about this problem, he may be as bald as Luther. He decided to stop the loss in time - not to stop looking, but to change the angle, start from the warden and Bill, and there will always be some signs of it. .
Luther raised the corner of his mouth: "Then you continue to look for it."
Stark: "..." I don't know why, this sentence sounds like a punch.
Judging from the current situation, Miss Rita, the acting warden, seems to think so too. She stood between the two of them, and the whip in her hand was very conspicuous.
Stark hesitated, trying to say that lynching is illegal-but as long as no one sees it, it's better to take Luthor to a place where no one will do it.
The smile on Luther's face also disappeared. He stared at the black-haired woman opposite, and after a while snorted softly: "Are you the warden here?"
Zhang Dianyu: "?" Who gave him the courage to be so arrogant after being imprisoned.
The bailiffs sandwiched Luther from left to right, and the chains on his body held him tightly so that he could not move. Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, he also saw the news that Stark said, it was nothing more than the emergence of Godzilla in Metropolis—or maybe not, in short, the Lex Group announced that it was fully responsible for the experimental accident, and The chairman has been arrested, and the hearing will be held on Capitol Hill in half a month. At that time, Stark will also go to see the excitement, anyway, he goes every time.
A magazine once selected the public figures who had attended the most hearings of each other, and Luthor and Stark tied for first place.
Zhang Dianyu is not very interested in the plastic sisterhood between them, he only wants to know how Luthor does not respond to Rita's aura of judicial fear.
He held the whip a little higher and stared at the shiny bald head.
Luther looked at him gloomily, his brows already furrowed.
Zhang Dianyu put down his whip silently: "Acting warden—the warden is on vacation, and I will temporarily act as my agent for prison affairs." He glanced at the game panel and found that the confinement room above had been stuffed by him a few hours ago. The prisoner dormitory is full, and there are no free beds in the prisoner's dormitory—although there are some individual beds that are temporarily unoccupied, but they are the beds of the penguin who is still lying in the hospital. Only the luxurious cells in the morgue are still vacant.
"Then send him to the morgue." Zhang Dianyu said reluctantly.
Luther's face changed, he looked shocked and angry, and Stark, who had just closed the car door, poked his head out again. He glanced at Zhang Dianyu and Luthor, who was gnashing his teeth, and coughed with his fist in front of his mouth, suppressing the sound of almost laughing.
"Drive." Stark said regretfully to his driver, Hogan.
If the original Mr. Warden is here, he can follow along to watch the excitement.
But Miss Rita suddenly pulled out the whip, and he'd better go home wisely.
Stark's sports car disappeared on the edge of the map in an instant, and the guard next to him immediately transferred Luther from the bailiff's hands after receiving the order, and escorted him to the prison inspection room.
Zhang Dianyu was not interested in watching how a bald head was stripped to inspect contraband. He didn't even look at Luther's expression, and turned and walked towards his office.
It's getting late, and more people will be sent tonight to let Luthor spend his prison time quietly in the morgue.
If possible, Zhang Dianyu really wants to build the wall like he did back then—especially now that he still has special wall-building skills, but the character is still in his room in the Stark Industrial Park and wants to be sent by the chef nice dinner.
He can still control the warden to carry out the meal remotely. Stark stopped by halfway, opened the door to take a look, and left with a complicated expression, so that Zhang Dianyu, who was about to ask him what he was doing in the input box, was a little confused.
In this case, he can only continue to eat.
Back in the office, Zhang Dianyu looked through the daily reports on his desk, and found that there was nothing particularly noteworthy, and everything looked very ordinary.
Luthor, who was escorted into the morgue, was still bubbling with anger at first, but later turned into an exclamation mark after seeing the luxurious cell inside. After the guard escorted him into the room and left, he sat on the bed and began to ask questions.
Zhang Dianyu looked at it for a while, then dragged the map away from Luther.
Although he has a lot of question marks, Zhang Dianyu doesn't care about this—for prisoners, as long as they stay in prison honestly within the sentence, he doesn't care about other things.
Even if they have any questions, there are psychiatrists and priests in the prison, enough for them to ask.
If it doesn't work, he can also suggest Luthor to learn yoga from Banner, maybe a stable mind will also help solve his early baldness problem.
Zhang Dianyu lay on his bed and imagined that if this matter really succeeded, maybe he should make an appointment with reporter Kent to come over and do an exclusive interview, to promote the prison, and perhaps attract some capital injection or something.
Amid wild thoughts, he ended his busy day and fell asleep drowsily.
The alarm did not go off all night, and when Zhang Dianyu woke up the next day, it was almost time for the prisoners' breakfast. But because he locked most of the people in the confinement room last night, there were only a few prisoners in the restaurant at this time, and they looked gloomy and gloomy in front of the catering bucket brought up by the chef.
When Luther walked into the restaurant, the question marks in his mind increased.
This place is different from ordinary prisons. There are not many people in the dining room, and the food is placed in a row, but the few remaining prisoners glance at the food bucket from time to time, and the expressions on their faces are not happy.
Consistent with the rumors, here he saw the notorious ogre Hannibal Lecter, sitting leisurely at the dining table eating his breakfast, with a deadpan guard standing beside him. At another dining table, sat a figure wearing a hood, with dark green scaly skin faintly revealed inside. He also knew this man, the killer crocodile.
Opposite Killer Crocodile sits a flimsy-looking prisoner with a severed arm, which seems ordinary—but Luthor also knows this man. This is the freak who calls himself Professor Lizard, and even wants to turn everyone into lizards.
Others glanced at these people from time to time, looking like they were about to cry.
"So," Luther asked the nearest prisoner suddenly, "the warden put those people together with you?"
"What? Oh, yes." The prisoner looked dazed and thought for a while before he realized what he was asking. He glanced at Luther, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "New here?"
Luther nodded.
The prisoner immediately changed his face, and pointed viciously at the two food buckets on the far side: "Over there, it's all yours, do you understand?"
Luther couldn't help showing a puzzled look on his face.
The question mark in his heart is growing exponentially.
It's not that he's unfamiliar with places like prisons—but he's only heard of prisons where people can't get enough to eat, and he's never seen a prison where people eat two buckets of food.
Seeing that Luther did not answer, the prisoner stood up with a vicious expression as if he was going to teach him how to behave, but was suddenly dragged aside, and someone whispered in his ear: "Damn, what are you doing, you didn't see See the name on that person’s prison uniform? You can settle the two buckets yourself, if you let those people come out tomorrow and see that the food is spinach—I don’t need to say, you understand the consequences, right?”
The prisoner glanced at Luther in horror, and then carefully looked at his chest, shy away from speaking.
Luther silently inserted a potato.
Even so, the doubts in his heart did not decrease at all.
When Zhang Dianyu woke up, he checked the status of the prisoners, and found that the prisoners in the confinement room were still safe at this time, and Luther, who had just been imprisoned last night, was also eating quietly in the restaurant, and it seemed that there was no cement to seal it. .
But what is strange is that the few remaining prisoners seem to be very hungry. From 8 o'clock in the morning to now, one person almost ate a bucket of food.
Zhang Dianyu was shocked.
So the root of prison poverty here