Bruce was taken to a special office. The people here were obviously not staff members, but important employees of the Osborne Group, maybe even senior leaders.
The woman in a blue uniform with a work badge on her chest stepped forward, shook hands with Bruce and said: "Hello, sir, I am the director of the Osborne Group's San Francisco Medical Experimental Center. You can call me Farlow."
Man."
"Hello, Ms. Farrowman."
"Please take a seat."
The two sat down facing each other, and Farrowman said straight to the point: "I think you must have heard that the appearance of the citizens of San Francisco has begun to change. The Osborne Group's volunteer recruitment is aimed at this."
"Mr. Norman Osborne believes that the citizens of San Francisco may be undergoing an unethical human body modification without their knowledge, and he wants to know the content of the modification and find a solution."
Bruce opened his eyes slightly, and 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 may not be entirely true, maybe they were shouting to catch the 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 Gothamite, he saw enough scenes every day, so how could he take photos?
Therefore, Farrowman, who had not waited to ask questions, later said: "This is a case of vicious conflicts that broke out in San Francisco in recent times. Most of them started from small quarrels and turned into murders."
"Perhaps you have discovered that subjects similar to you have become very irritable. We suspect that this mysterious virus that can make a person's appearance more perfect will also affect people's psychology and emotions. Do you know about this?
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Bruce shook his head, Farrowman sighed softly, took back the photo and said: "So far, we have not observed any case of this virus significantly increasing human strength. Most people only have muscles after they have them."
With the corresponding strength, the improvement is not big."
"Then you, sir." Fallowman crossed his fingers on the table and stared at Bruce with pure eyes. "Where does your power 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 do not have the muscles that can bring this kind of strength. Where does this kind of strength come from?"
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"I don't know." Bruce shook his head and answered truthfully.
"Sir, you must understand the serious consequences this change will bring." Farrowman frowned and said, "Even if you appear among a hundred people, the world will be in chaos."
Bruce was noncommittal. In fact, he had been thinking about a question. If this virus could really bring everyone's appearance and figure to the same level, would everyone support the spread of the virus?
Of course there will be skeptics, but I'm afraid those who are more opposed to him are those with vested interests who already have the looks and figure.
Bruce had to admit that when he saw those people who did not perform standard movements easily lifting weights that he could not lift, he felt a little unfair in his heart.
Although his appearance is natural, his good figure is completely cultivated by himself. He has put in hard work and sweat and strictly demands himself day and night. If someone is infected with a certain virus, he can have the same good figure as him.
With his stature and equally powerful strength, what's the point of his efforts?
In addition, good appearance will 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 representative of class.
Would the upper class, who spend a lot of effort maintaining their appearance, really allow a random homeless man on the street to be more beautiful and stronger than them?
If they don't allow it, what price would they want this artificial beauty to be sold for?
It seems that no matter what the selling price is, if the selling price is low, they will feel that this will allow too many people below their class to sneak in. If the selling price is high, they will become the group that cannot afford it and cannot get in.
People in high circles.
Bruce couldn't stop thinking about this. He was not very good at this kind of abstract association, so he felt a little headache.
As a result, he heard Farrowman say, "If a Hercules as strong as you can be produced among 100 people, then the military will not be afraid to sacrifice the other 99 people to create a strong super soldier."
"It's not that they have never done this before, it's just that they have never been able to achieve large-scale production. If they succeed this time, a world war will not be far away."
Bruce frowned deeply. He only thought about changing his appearance, but he forgot that increasing muscle mass itself would increase strength.
Even if not everyone's strength increases as horribly as he does, 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 a war of aggression.
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Sure enough, he was in trouble. Bruce sighed in his heart. He still didn't know where the mysterious Ultimate Iron Man was. If a world war really broke out, he didn't think he could escape a 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 Osborne wants to meet you in person."
Wait...I still have a daughter, Bruce said in his heart, but the moment before he said this, he felt a tightening in his heart, which prevented him from saying it.
Bruce couldn't tell what was causing this strange feeling. Anyway, it was just a tightness in his heart, a chill on his back, and a cold sweat, as if something bad was about to happen.
Forget it, even if Aisha was kidnapped by that mysterious man, at least for now, it seems that the mysterious man is still reasonable, and this so-called Norman Osborn seems to be anxious.
Bruce made this assumption because as soon as he walked out of the office door, the staff told him that a plane was already waiting for him.
Before getting on the plane, Bruce ate a few more tubes of energy gel, which made him feel full of strength and the feeling of hunger dissipated, so he asked for some more and took them with him.
After getting on the special plane, Bruce still didn't feel hungry, or even sleepy. He just felt very energetic, even a little too energetic.
Batman never thought in his life that he would chat with stewardesses, and there were four stewardesses and a stewardess.
In fact, Bruce knew that he and they probably had nothing in common, because he had already known that there was no Gotham in this universe, and the era, region and class he lived in were all different from this group of people, so what could he talk about?
But they just talked about the tidbits in the search bar of the web for two hours, and neither of them found it boring, and both thought the other was quite humorous.
When preparing 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 taking a special car, Bruce started chatting with the driver again. The general topic was his first time in New York. The two chatted all the way. The driver said that he had two daughters at home and used this as an excuse.
Asked for Bruce's contact information.
For Batman, this has not opened up the conversation, but overturned 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 and clarify the language logic before speaking, but in fact it did not. He finished his reply almost as soon as the other party finished speaking.
After getting off the plane and having 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 for a moment, briefly determined what could and could not be said, and then began to reply to Stark with a text message bombardment.
After his thinking speed and language organization ability improved, it did not allow him to create any shocking masterpieces. Shit is still shit, but he can shit faster.
Stark was typing on the keyboard to invade the Osborn Group's network. He heard two beeps from the phone over there, and Stark immediately knew that this was Bruce's reply to him.
But he wasn't used to turning his head to deal with other things when he was concentrating on work, so he just left it there and ignored it.
As a result, the text message rang for a full 20 minutes. When Stark finally couldn't bear it anymore and went to check his phone, there were already more than 200 unread text messages.
You'd better be busy, Batman, Stark gritted his teeth and thought, either you told me that World War III broke out, or you told me that the earth was going to be destroyed, otherwise this is definitely harassment.
Then Stark began his gold-digging operation, which he named his operation three minutes after he started reading the text message.
Batman really wasn't harassing him. Every text message he sent was about business, but the amount of useful information was pitiful.
Stark really couldn't understand how he could write more than 4,000 words in just one afternoon.
And since your writing is so long, why can’t you finish it in one go and have to divide it into more than 200 articles?
You have divided them, so why can't you group all the items of a certain thing together and then make a directory?
Is this for people to see?
Nick turned to look at Schiller next to him and said, "You just laughed, right?"
"I don't."
"You laughed, Professor." Nick said reluctantly: "This is not very authentic. You know that no Stark is the material for being a professor."
Schiller pressed his lips with the back of his hand, cleared his throat and said, "...I think he has this talent and he will be a good teacher."
"It will be more convincing if you lower the corner of your mouth first." Strange snorted angrily, and then said as if he was reflecting: "Since the establishment of Kama Taj Magic Academy, I have
I haven’t seen the homework written by those little mages yet…”
Loki grabbed Strange's arm, looked at him with very sincere eyes and said, "They wrote it very well, but you'd better not read it."
Strange narrowed his eyes.
Loki grabbed Strange's arm more tightly and said with a smile: "The world needs Kama Taj, but it needs the Supreme Mage even more."
Strange's suspicion became even more serious. Loki turned his head and sighed deeply, then looked at Strange again and said.
"If you insist on seeing it, promise me, first get a medical license and then get the prescription authority. At least you will know what medicine to prescribe for high blood pressure."
"No kidding, if he knew what medicine to prescribe, he wouldn't be a surgeon."
