Rebuilding Base is Under Construction - v2 Chapter 151

After finishing the assignment, Warren guard turned and walked into the small white house, leaving the three people present looking at each other.

After a moment of silence, Lekert pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and turned to the corner of the tool room.

When he came out carrying the mop, the two people outside were still staring at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became anxious. It seemed that the next two seconds, the two would punch each other.

Lecter smiled slightly, which of course was the reason he left.

“So,” he said carelessly with a mop, “I think we have to’cooperate’, coworkers?”

Red Skull and Magneto glanced at him coldly, and none of the three could see the other’s mind.

“Interestingly, Mr. Warden doesn’t seem to want us to be close to these children.” Lecter said with a smile, “It’s a little sad.”

The other two did not answer immediately, but after a while, Magneto turned and walked to the employee lounge, throwing a sentence: “I have no work in the afternoon, I am in the lounge.”

He, who is responsible for checking the bedwetting, is of course on the night shift until the children get up in the morning.

However, the meaning of this sentence is rounded off and it is considered to have temporarily agreed to cooperation. The victim had no further action, and the Red Skull naturally had no objection.

He turned and walked to the room next to the small cleaning cabinet that Lekert had just visited. It was a laundry room with only two washing machines, but it was enough to wash the clothes of 20 minors.

Until he saw suspicious yellow stained sheets piled in the dirty clothes basket.

Red Skull: “…”

Lecter, who was weeding in the courtyard, listened to a loud noise from the laundry room, as if someone kicked the washing machine hard, shrugged unconsciously, and continued his work.

Because this small white house is really small, Magneto, who was sleeping on the sofa in the employee lounge not far away, also heard it and sneered with closed eyes.

Zhang Dianyu in the office saw from the game panel that everyone’s tasks had been arranged, and he was relieved.

But within a few seconds, the red skull that entered the laundry room failed in anger management, and the washing machine started to leak. Workers are now prohibited from entering and leaving. The Warren guard reported the situation. Zhang Dianyu turned over the files and found that Magneto had previous experience in the factory, so he was assigned to work overtime to repair the washing machine.

Guard Warren also seemed interested in repairing items and took the initiative to follow.

He has a gun on his body-but this is not the most important. The point is that even if you grab a gun, or even take hostages, the snipers who opened their sights in the four corners of the discipline center can kill them instantly.

This is not very cost-effective.

Magneto has not tried for a long time the taste of not being able to modify the bullet trajectory, but now he has to. But being interrupted to rest and force overtime work obviously made him very unhappy.

So Zhang Dianyu in the office watched the Warren guard push Magneto over to repair the washing machine, and he and the red skull on the head both appeared bubbles that painted each other’s heads.

Zhang Dianyu hesitated for a moment.

He felt that this kind of improper chaotic relationship should be banned-after all, this is a prison, and the red skull is not young, and it is almost a hundred years old, and Magneto has children.

However, Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, as long as the two super-anti-sects were keeping their own lives and not contacting the children, it would not be wrong to develop any strange relationship.

After Magneto repaired the washing machine, the Warren guard conveyed Zhang Dianyu’s meaning.

“The governor hopes that you will not expose your relationship to these young people and avoid misleading them.”

Magneto and the Red Skull did not object.

But of course I didn’t plan to do it—it’s impossible not to touch the kids, and it’s impossible not to teach them to fight.

Zhang Dianyu finally looked down at the peaceful scene on the map.

But the time had passed almost three hours, the local police had come once, the fbi had come once, and even the state police came over-because the convenience store was next to the highway.

But Stark still didn’t come to question the truth.

This made Zhang Dianyu feel relieved at the same time, but also felt a little strange.

He was all ready to throw the bill out and block the door of the house, a somewhat mentally retarded countermeasure-because he couldn’t figure out how he could tell Stark the truth.

After all, all he can answer is “because I am mentally ill”. From the current situation, this sounds perfunctory and seems to be an excuse to escape sin-why is he suddenly guilty?

“Are you waiting for Stark?” The bill heard his sigh and asked from behind the green staff.

Zhang Dianyu lost a folder and smashed the door shut.

The bill reopened the door: “He will not come, for the time being-he is in the metropolis.”

Zhang Dianyu froze for a moment: “Metropolis?”

The bill nodded: “With Lex Luther.”

In the middle of a ruin in the metropolis, layers of gravel and rubble covered the ground layer by layer. Only a two-meter-wide trace in the middle extended straight to the end of the site and was covered by the collapsed house. A half of the lab sign was exposed under the gravel, and the writing on it was vague, as if it had been eroded and re-condensed into a crooked look.

Luther was sitting on a raised stone wearing a hard hat, watching the expressionless workers at the scene lifting the gravel and transporting it to the car.

However, his hard hat has been changed, not the one the warden sent to him when he left the prison.

A golden-red shadow emerged from the clouds and flew far to him, stopping at a distance of more than a meter from him.

The blue tail flame at the foot of Iron Man gradually extinguished, and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a dust.

Luther frowned and waved away the dust from the face: “What the **** are you doing?”

“What did you say that day?” Stark came straight to the point. “You said that the kid is not mine?”

“Oh, that.” Luther casually patted the dust brought by Stark. “Why don’t he-you have done a paternity test anyway, congratulations Tony, you finally overturned on the love scene.”

“I’m serious.” Stark took two steps forward. “Do you know something? Don’t think I don’t know what you are doing here.”

“Of course you don’t know.” Luther said contemptuously. “Do you think I am Hanmer?”

Stark: “You can’t look down on yourself like this.”

Luther: “…”

“I know you are doing some genetic engineering research,” Stark said. “My commercial spy told me-and the latest newspaper.”

Luther gave him a cold glance.

Stark opened his mask, and his brown pupil looked at Luther without hesitation.

“I said, we will cooperate.” Luther said softly, “Your Super Human Registration Act-this is probably the best decision you have made in your life, Tony.”

Stark took a deep breath: “That was not my decision-but I have to cooperate, you know why.”

Luther snorted softly.

“If you want to protect them, detain them-great, they will hate you.”

“Wait, I think you are misinterpreting what I mean.” Stark said, “The Super Human Registration Act just requires superpowers to register their information-if they don’t want to disclose their identity, the government will keep the secret.”

Luther smiled: “You don’t look like this guy who doesn’t understand the government, Tony.”

Stark was silent for a moment: “The information registration does not go through the federal government, the list is only…me and my ai.”

Luther laughed: “It looks like you believe in yourself-an arms dealer who was drunk and a businessman who sold deaths. Oh wait, maybe others don’t trust you? So they refuse to sign?”

Stark didn’t answer, and the muscles on his cheeks seemed to twitch slightly.

Luther withdrew his smile and stared at him seriously: “Only I will join your camp without reservation, old friend.” He looked at Stark’s eyes and slowly extended a hand, “Look at me Is there a chance to become your alliance?”

Stark glanced at Luther’s outstretched hand, paused for a few seconds, and smiled slightly as he raised his head again.

“No need, Lex, you know I don’t like taking things from others.”

Luther withdrew his hand and his eyes became cold.

“To deal with the supernatural ability, only use the supernatural itself.” He said slowly, “Tony, you will change your mind. When you feel out of reach–” He handed a business card with **** and handed it over, “You You can make the above call.”

Stark glanced down at the business card, which is the official customer service phone number of Lex Group.

He glanced at Luther again, with a contemptuous smile on his face, as if mocking his incompetence. In fact, he cannot deny this. He had fewer and fewer connections with the captain, and Batman even began to appear rarely.

Only the Supreme Master seems to remain neutral-but according to him, he does not intend to participate in such disputes.

Stark looked at Luther’s face and didn’t reach out to pick up the business card: “Oh, I know your private number was temporarily frozen when you were arrested and put in jail — but it’s okay, you and I know where to find it You.” He smiled slightly. “Prison.”

Luther dropped his business card.

Stark’s visor closed suddenly and turned back to activate the thruster under his feet.

“I know you want to ask where the boy came from.” Luther’s voice came from behind him. “Everyone you go to bed has a record with me. Obviously they have no medical records produced in the hospital.”

Stark: “…”

He turned slowly: “Are you a pervert?”

“I am paying attention to business opponents.” Luther said coldly. “I don’t believe you haven’t done such a thing.”

Stark’s voice is full of incredible: “But not including such behavior, for God’s sake, this is really beyond the scope of general perversion.”

“Oh, then who is the child’s mother?” Luther smiled secretly, “I think you are here to find me, I’m afraid I have found a clue?”

Stark’s face was a little unusual.

Luther looked more interested: “Is it an extraordinary character? Wait… Let me think about it, I guess we all know? Oh my god, what a respectable lady?”

Stark: “Must be a lady?”

Luther: “…”

Stark: “………”

“It’s not by natural means,” Stark said. “You’re right on this point. But… maybe it can be more natural than that?”

Luther: “I don’t know, I haven’t done this kind of thing.”

Stark: “Your tone really sounds weird?”