Chapter 2129 The Ultimate New World (X)

Bruce released his hand that was covering the back of his hand and found that there was a very small wound between his middle finger and ring finger.

Was he bitten by a spider?

Bruce sighed. The climate on the East Coast where he used to live was not very suitable for these small insects to survive, and he had never been bitten by an insect. The West Coast was warmer and more humid. The dark and humid environment of the warehouse was exactly what some spiders liked, so it was not surprising that there were spiders.

Although Bruce could not be called knowledgeable, he had common sense after all. After most poisonous spiders bite people, the amount of venom injected is not enough to be fatal.

Most people killed by poisonous spiders die of anaphylactic shock or infection. After being bitten, they will experience symptoms such as accelerated heartbeat, increased blood pressure, sweating and limb stiffness within a few seconds, and need to be injected with corresponding serum for treatment.

The spider that Bruce just saw was estimated to be just over 1 cm, not as big as some venomous spiders, which are 4 to 5 cm in size. The amount of venom would not be much, the bite was not deep, and there was no feeling of severe pain.

For the sake of his own safety, of course he would call an ambulance immediately, but after waiting for more than 30 seconds, Bruce found that he had no abnormal reaction, so he decided to take a gamble.

The main reason was that he was under the roof now, and it was he who came to the warehouse to investigate that caused the accident. To put it nicely, he was bitten by a spider because of an accident, but to put it bluntly, wasn't it his own fault?

Bruce was not sure that the Osborne Group would not pursue responsibility, and since he was not poisoned, it was better not to make it public.

Bruce turned his attention back to the security computer, but unfortunately he studied it for a long time and couldn't open this electronic device that he had never touched before, so he had no choice but to continue looking for written documents.

Unfortunately, in the formal process of any large company, written documents cannot be stored in the item warehouse, and they are all transferred by a dedicated specialist. Bruce found nothing after searching around.

Finding that it was getting late, worried that the other party might check the bed, Bruce hurried back to the bedroom.

Lying in bed, he felt his heart rate was a little faster than usual, but it was not to the point of tachycardia. After thinking carefully, there were really no poisonous spiders on the West Coast, so Bruce fell asleep with peace of mind.

The next morning, Bruce woke up hungry.

It can't be said to be hungry, this feeling is more like a strong desire to devour, to the point where he wanted to take a bite of the table legs when he saw them.

Bruce's willpower is not as strong as other Batman, so as soon as he walked out of the room, he asked the staff: "When are we going to eat?"

"Are you hungry? Sir, breakfast will start in half an hour. How did you sleep last night?"

"Drowsy, I think you drew too much blood."

"I'm afraid it has nothing to do with this, sir. The amount of blood we draw is completely normal. If you really feel uncomfortable, we can do another check after dinner."

"No." Bruce kept swallowing his saliva.

He felt that it was not his stomach that was feeling empty, but every cell in his body. What he needed was not just food, but energy, and huge energy.

"Can you give me a few energy bars?" Bruce asked. He said, "I've been feeling a little dizzy since last night. It may be hypoglycemia. I need to replenish energy."

The staff member walking in front looked back at him and found that Bruce's face was indeed not very good, so he led Bruce around a corner and came to the preparation room to ask a nurse for two energy gels.

"Sir, this is the latest product of the Osborne Group. It is very useful for replenishing energy. Considering that you were injured yesterday, it is normal to feel a little weak. Please don't mind."

Bruce could no longer hear what he was saying. He numbly squeezed the energy gel into his mouth, just like a starving ghost who had been reincarnated in hell for several lifetimes.

After swallowing two energy gels, Bruce soon felt a sense of fullness, as if every cell in his body was rejuvenated. The joy of satisfying the most basic human desire for food and drink was indescribable.

"You look better, right? Then please help us promote the products of the Osborne Group." The staff stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, smiled at him and said, "I wish you a pleasant meal."

Bruce nodded to him and went in to eat.

The breakfast dishes were still quite rich, but they were all relatively clean protein, meat and carbohydrates. If you remove some fat, it would be exactly the muscle-building meal Bruce had eaten before.

The desire for hunger was not so strong, so Bruce did not take so much food. While eating, he was thinking about how to gain an advantage.

It felt like a short while later, the food on the plate was empty, and Bruce still didn't feel full, so he had to walk forward and take another plate of food.

In order to prevent the previous hunger from reappearing, Bruce decided to eat more, so he focused on taking carbohydrates and meat, and in order to replenish sugar, he squeezed a lot of chocolate sauce on the bread.

But within a few minutes, the plate of food was eaten up again. Bruce still didn't feel full. He could only say that he wasn't hungry, but he didn't feel the satisfaction of dopamine secreted by his brain after eating and drinking.

Maybe he had consumed too much recently, Bruce thought, the food here is free anyway, why not eat more?

With this idea in mind, Bruce simply took two plates, piled them with roasted turkey legs, German sausages, fried bacon, fried codfish strips, cinnamon rolls, Swiss rolls and other hunger-satisfying foods, and took them back to his seat.

So far, he hasn't been particularly eye-catching, because many people who come here are big guys, and just now there was a guy who ate more than 30 eggs. The staff here are obviously used to it.

After eating two full plates of food, Bruce found that his feeling didn't change at all. He was still not hungry, but not full, and he felt that he could still eat.

Bruce also realized that something was wrong. He was sure that his normal appetite was definitely not that big, even if he was injured and bleeding, it was impossible. His stomach could not hold so much food.

Looking down at his stomach, Bruce was even more surprised. Even a muscular man with eight-pack abs would have a bloated stomach if he ate too much. This was determined by the physiological structure of humans.

But Bruce's lower abdomen was very flat at this time, as if there were no four large plates of food there. Bruce did not have any urge to defecate. The food he ate seemed to have entered the void and disappeared completely.

If it were any other Batman, he would have started to recall the details of all the wrong things he had experienced, but this Batman obviously did not have such a good memory, so his only way to deal with this abnormality was to continue eating.

Because only by continuing to eat can you know whether you are so hungry that you can eat so much, or if something really happened to you that violates the laws of human physiology.

Two full plates of food again, everything in the places Bruce went to was empty, and the staff were restocking there.

One plate after another, the third plate, the fourth plate, the fifth plate, and the sixth plate, Bruce finally felt a little full.

He knew he couldn't eat like this anymore, because his actions had attracted the attention of a small number of people.

At this time, most people had finished eating and were ready to leave. Regardless of how much they ate, it would be too conspicuous for him to stay here any longer, so Bruce was ready to leave.

He thought about it and felt that the amount of food he had eaten was actually not enough to make up for the two tubes of energy gels before. He had to find a way to get more energy gels.

Batman would not steal things, and he felt that he could not hold out until going out at night, so he simply found the staff member who had led him the way before and told him his request directly.

The staff member was a little surprised after hearing this, but he didn't refuse. Instead, he said, "This is another project of our company. It is still in the testing stage. Do you feel good about it?"

"Of course, the energy contained in this thing is surprisingly much. If you can continue to provide it to me, maybe I can also provide some help in the clinical trial stage of the project."

After thinking about it, the staff member felt that it made sense, so he said, "I will report this to my supervisor. If possible, we will continue to provide you with energy gels. You need to cooperate with us for physical examinations, and maybe you can get double salary."

After saying goodbye, today's experiment started again. What's strange is that today's experiment content has basically nothing to do with medicine. It is mainly to test strength.

Bruce just walked into the room and saw a very familiar scene. Various strong humans were fiddling with barbells. Some were bench pressing, some were deadlifting, and some were doing warm-up exercises.

A lady holding a scale came over, nodded to Bruce and said, "Hello, today we need to test everyone's muscle mass, nerve development and strength."

"When it's your turn, we will call your name. The sport that requires your cooperation is deadlift. We will gradually increase the weight to test the limit. There will be professional sports protection throughout the process, so you don't have to worry about safety issues."

"After that, there will be dodge nerve reaction tests, flexibility tests, muscle control tests, etc. Professionals will guide you to complete all the tests. Let's start now."

Bruce was about to turn around and line up when he heard cheers from the crowd on the other side. He leaned over and saw that it was a strongman who deadlifted 320 kilograms, which triggered waves of cheers.

When Bruce went over, the man had put down the equipment and replaced it with a thinner one. According to Bruce's fitness experience, with this weight and muscle mass, pulling 250 kilograms is already the limit, and it will not exceed 280 kilograms at most, because he is at this level.

The Batman in this universe is not as strong as the Batman in most universes, and his physique cannot be called a double-door. He is only stronger than ordinary people because of a good diet and sufficient professional fitness training. Pulling twice his own weight is already his limit.

As a result, under the gaze of everyone, this young man who seemed to be about the same height and weight as Bruce actually pulled 300 kilograms, which was already the level of a weightlifter.

But Bruce found that the other party's deadlifting movements were not particularly standard, the timing of locking the knees was not right, and the way the arms exerted force was also problematic. He did not look like the kind of person who often exercises in the gym.

Then another person with the same height and weight as Bruce also pulled 300 kilograms, which really made Bruce doubt himself a little.

Even if he is not as strong as other Batmans, he can't be better than these ordinary people whose movements are not very standard.

In fact, when he was in the gym, Bruce tried to deadlift 300 kilograms more than once, but he has not succeeded so far. On the one hand, he is too light and has insufficient muscle mass, and on the other hand, he does not have such strong willpower and confidence in winning, so he can't pull it up.

Soon it was Bruce's turn, and he was sweating profusely. Everyone is strong, and he can't let his hips be pulled.

Bruce had already warmed up, so he didn't start with a small weight. He started with 200 kg, and then 250 kg.