Chapter 2131 The Ultimate New World (XII)

Bruce was taken to a special office. The people here were obviously not staff members, but important employees of the Osborne Group, and they might even be senior leaders.

The lady in a blue uniform with a badge on her chest walked up to Bruce and shook hands with him and said, "Hello, sir. I am the head of the San Francisco Medical Experiment Center of the Osborne Group. You can call me Farrowman."

"Hello, Ms. Farrowman."

"Please sit down."

The two sat down face to face, and Farrowman said straight to the point, "I think you should have heard that the appearance of the citizens in San Francisco has begun to change. The volunteer recruitment conducted by the Osborne Group is aimed at this matter."

"Mr. Norman Osborne believes that the citizens of San Francisco may be undergoing a human body transformation that they are not aware of and is absolutely unethical. He wants to know the content of the transformation and find a solution."

Bruce opened his eyes slightly. He was indeed a little surprised, because he thought that the Osborne Group was the culprit of all this, but what the other party said might not be entirely true. Perhaps they were crying thief.

Ms. Farrowman placed some photos in front of Bruce, most of which were crime scenes. After placing the photos, Farrowman observed Bruce's expression.

Bruce had no expression at all. As a Gotham man, he saw enough crime scenes every day, so why would he take photos?

So, Farrowman, who had been waiting for a long time to ask questions, spoke up himself: "This is a vicious conflict case that broke out in San Francisco in recent times. Most of them developed from some small quarrels into murders."

"Perhaps you have discovered that the subjects similar to you have become very irritable. We suspect that this mysterious virus that can make people's appearance more perfect will also affect people's psychology and emotions. Do you know anything about this?"

Bruce shook his head, Farrowman sighed softly, took back the photo and said: "So far, we have not observed any cases where this virus has greatly enhanced human strength. Most people only have corresponding strength after having muscles, and the improvement is not great."

"Then you, sir." Farrowman crossed her fingers on the table, stared at Bruce with pure eyes and said: "Where does your strength come from?"

She turned around and took a physical examination report from the shelf next to her, and then said: "According to the test results, you are not a mutant, and you don't have muscles that can bring this kind of strength. Where does this power come from?"

"I don't know." Bruce shook his head and answered truthfully.

"Sir, you must understand the serious consequences of this change." Farrowman frowned and said, "Even if there is one of you among a hundred people, the world will be in chaos."

Bruce did not comment. In fact, he has been thinking about a question. If this virus can really bring everyone's appearance and figure to the same level, will everyone support the spread of the virus?

Of course there will be skeptics, but I am afraid that those who are more opposed to him are those who already have the vested interests of appearance and figure.

Bruce has to admit that when he saw those people who did not perform the movements correctly could easily lift the weight that he could not lift, he felt a little unfair in his heart.

Although his appearance is natural, his good figure is completely trained by himself. He has worked hard and sweated, and strictly demands himself day and night. If anyone infected with a certain virus can have the same good figure and the same powerful strength as him, then what is the meaning of his efforts?

In addition, good looks can also be a stepping stone for certain classes, because only if you have enough free time and money to maintain your appearance, you can be beautiful and strong, which is a representation of class.

Will the upper class, who have spent a lot of effort to maintain their appearance, really allow any homeless person on the street to be more beautiful and stronger than them?

If they don't allow it, what price would they want to sell this artificial beauty for?

It seems that no matter what price they sell it for, if the price is too low, they will feel that it will allow too many people below their class to mix in, and if the price is too high, they will become the group of people who can't afford it and can't mix into a higher circle.

Bruce couldn't think any more after thinking about this. He was not good at this kind of abstract association, so he felt a little headache.

As a result, he heard Farrowman say, "If there is a strong man like you among 100 people, then the military will not hesitate to sacrifice the other 99 people to create a strong super soldier."

"It's not that they haven't done it before, but they have never been able to achieve large-scale production. If they succeed this time, the world war will not be far away."

Bruce frowned deeply. He only thought about changing his appearance, but forgot that increasing muscle mass will increase strength.

Even if not everyone has such a terrifying increase in strength like him, just being able to increase the strength of the thinnest homeless man by 30% is enough for some ambitious people to prepare thousands of reasons for launching a war of aggression.

It's really troublesome. Bruce sighed in his heart. The mysterious ultimate Iron Man is still unknown. If a world war really breaks out, he doesn't think he can escape the nuclear bomb.

"I hope you can cooperate with us." Ms. Farrowman stood up and said, "First we have to go to New York. Mr. Norman Osborn wants to meet you in person."

Wait... I still have a daughter, Bruce said in his heart, but the moment before he said it, he felt his heart was tightened, so he couldn't say it out loud.

Bruce couldn't tell what this strange feeling was. Anyway, his heart tightened, his back felt cold, and cold sweats broke out, as if something bad was going to happen.

Forget it, it's good that Aisha was kidnapped by that mysterious man. At least for now, that mysterious man is still rational, and this so-called Norman Osborn looks anxious.

Bruce made this speculation because as soon as he walked out of the office door, the staff told him that there was a plane waiting for him.

Before boarding the plane, Bruce ate a few more tubes of energy gels, which made him feel full of energy and the feeling of hunger dissipated, so he asked for some more to take with him.

After boarding the special plane, Bruce still didn't feel hungry, and he wasn't even sleepy, but he felt very energetic, even a little too energetic.

Batman never thought in his life that he would chat with the flight attendants, and there were four flight attendants and one flight attendant.

In fact, Bruce knew that he and they probably had nothing in common, because he had long known that there was no Gotham in this universe, and the era, region and class he lived in were all different from these people, so what could he talk about?

But they just chatted about the gossip in the web search bar for two hours, and neither of them felt bored, and they all thought the other was quite humorous.

When they were about to get off the plane, all four of them left little notes for Bruce, and they even added each other on Facebook.

After getting off the plane and getting on the special car, Bruce started chatting with the driver again. The topic was probably about his first visit to New York. The two chatted all the way. The driver said that he had two daughters and used this as an excuse to ask for Bruce's contact information.

For Batman, this was no longer opening the chatterbox, but overturning it.

Bruce felt very magically that when he focused on something, time seemed to slow down, and the same was true when he spoke.

He felt that it should have taken a long time for him to organize his thoughts, sort out the language logic, and speak, but in fact it didn't. Almost the moment the other party finished speaking, he finished replying.

After getting off the plane and getting a signal, Bruce finally remembered to check the text messages, and then he found the text message Stark sent him asking about his current situation.

Bruce thought about it, simply determined what he could say and what he couldn't say, and began to reply to Stark in the form of text message bombing.

After his thinking speed and language organization ability improved, he didn't create any masterpieces. Shit was still shit, but he just pulled it faster.

Stark was typing away on the keyboard to hack into the Osborn Group's network when he heard two beeps on his phone. Stark immediately knew that it was Bruce's reply.

But he was not used to turning around to deal with other things while concentrating on work, so he left it alone.

As a result, the text message sounded for a full 20 minutes. When Stark finally couldn't stand it anymore and checked his phone, there were already more than 200 unread text messages.

You'd better have something to do, Batman, Stark thought with gritted teeth, either tell me that World War III has broken out, or tell me that the earth is going to be destroyed, otherwise this is definitely harassment.

Then Stark started his own gold panning in shit operation, which was the name he gave to his operation three minutes after he started reading the text messages.

Batman was really not harassing him. Every text message he sent was about serious matters, but the amount of useful information was pitifully small.

Stark really couldn't figure it out. How could he write more than 4,000 words in just one afternoon?

And you have written such a long article, why can't you finish it at once, and have to divide it into more than 200 items?

You have divided it, why can't you put all the items of a certain thing together and then compile a catalog?

Is this for people to see?

Nick turned his head and looked at Schiller beside him and said, "You just laughed, right?"

"I didn't."

"You laughed, professor." Nick said relentlessly: "This is not very authentic. You know that no matter which Stark is, he is not suitable to be a professor."

Schiller pressed his lips with the back of his hand, cleared his throat and said: "... I think he has this talent, he will be a good teacher."

"It will be more convincing if you put your mouth down first." Strange snorted coldly, and then said as if he was reflecting: "Since the establishment of Kamar-Taj School of Magic, I haven't seen the homework written by those little wizards..."

Loki grabbed Strange's arm, looked at him with a very sincere look and said: "They are well written, but you still don't read it."

Strange narrowed his eyes.

Loki grabbed Strange's arm tighter and said with a fake smile: "The world needs Kamar-Taj, but it needs the Sorcerer Supreme even more."

Strange's suspicion became more serious. Loki turned his head and sighed deeply, then looked at Strange again and said.

"If you must see it, promise me that you will take the internal medicine license first, and then get the prescription right, at least you know what medicine to prescribe for high blood pressure."

"Don't joke, if he knew what medicine to prescribe, he wouldn't be a surgeon."

Strange glared at Schiller.

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