Bruce was taken to a special office, where it was apparently not a staff member, but an important employee of the Osborne Group, and possibly even a senior leader.

The woman, dressed in a blue uniform with a badge on her chest, stepped forward and shook Bruce's hand and said, "Hello sir, I'm the head of the San Francisco Medical Laboratory Center of the Osborne Group, and you can call me Faloman." ”

"Hello, Lady Faloman."

"Please be seated."

The two sat down face to face, and Faroman said straight to the point: "I think you have heard about the beginning of a change in the appearance of the citizens of San Francisco, and the Osborne Group is recruiting volunteers for this purpose. ”

"Mr. Norman Osborne believes that the citizens of San Francisco may be undergoing a human modification that they are not aware of and that is not ethical, and he wants to know what the transformation is and find a solution."

Bruce's eyes widened 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 may not be all true, maybe they were shouting to catch the thief.

Ms. Faloman placed some photos in front of Bruce, most of them crime scenes, and after posing the photos, Faloman observed Bruce's expression.

Bruce doesn't have any expression at all, as a Gotham native, he sees enough live every day, how can he take pictures?

So, after waiting for a question from Faloman, he said: "This is a vicious conflict that has broken out in San Francisco recently, and most of them have developed from small quarrels to murders. ”

"Perhaps you've noticed that subjects like yours are becoming very irritable, and we suspect that this mysterious virus that can make people more perfect also affect people's minds and emotions, do you know anything about this?"

Bruce shook his head, and Falloman sighed softly, took back the photo and said, "So far, we have not observed a case of this virus greatly increasing the strength of humans, and the vast majority of people only have the corresponding strength after having muscles, and the improvement is not large. ”

"Then you, sir." Faloman crossed his fingers on the table with his hands and fingers, stared at Bruce with pure eyes and said, "Where does this power of yours come from?" ”

She turned her head and took a medical report from the shelf next to her, and said, "Judging by the results of the tests, you are not a mutant, and you do not have the muscles that can bring this kind of power, where does this power come from?" ”

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

"Sir, you must understand what serious the consequences of such a change will be." Faloman frowned and said, "If even one of a hundred people has you, the world will be in chaos." ”

Bruce is noncommittal, in fact, he has been thinking about the question, if this virus can really pull everyone's looks and body to the same level, then everyone will support the spread of the virus?

Of course, there will be skeptics, but I am afraid that even more opposed to him are those with vested interests who already have a look and a figure.

Bruce had to admit that he felt a little uneven in his heart when he saw that people who didn't do standard movements could easily lift the weight he couldn't lift.

Although his appearance is natural, his good figure is completely trained by himself, he has put in hard work and sweat, and is strict with himself day and night, and if as long as someone is infected with a certain virus, he can have the same good figure and the same powerful strength as him, then what is the point of his efforts?

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

Would the upper class, who had spent a lot of effort to maintain their appearance, really allow any homeless man on the street to be more beautiful and strong than them?

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

It seems that the price is not right, and the price is low, and they will feel that this will let too many people who are below their class mix in, and if the price is high, they will become the group of people who cannot afford to buy and cannot blend into the higher circles.

Bruce couldn't think about it anymore, he wasn't very good at this kind of abstract association, so he felt a bit of a headache.

As a result, he heard Faloman say, "If 100 people can produce a strong strong man like you, then the military is not afraid to sacrifice the other 99 people to create a strong super soldier." ”

"It's not that they haven't done it before, it's just that they've never been able to reach mass production, and if they succeed this time, a world war is not far off."

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 grew in strength as terrifyingly as he did, the mere fact that the thinnest tramp could grow by thirty percent of his strength would be enough for some careerist to prepare thousands of reasons for waging a war of aggression.

Sure enough, it's troublesome, Bruce sighed in his heart, that mysterious ultimate Iron Man doesn't know where it is, if a world war really breaks out, he doesn't think he can dodge a nuclear bomb.

"I hope you'll cooperate with us." Ms. Faloman stood up and said, "First we have to go to New York, and Mr. Norman Osborne wants to see you in person." ”

Wait a minute...... I also have a daughter, Bruce said in his heart, but a moment before he could say this, there was a feeling that his heart was clenched, and he couldn't say it.

Bruce couldn't tell what was wrong with this strange feeling, anyway, his heart tightened, his back was cold, and he broke out in a cold sweat, as if something bad was about to happen.

Forget it, Aisha was kidnapped by that mysterious man, at least for now, the mysterious man is quite sane, and this so-called Norman Osborne seems to be in a hurry.

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

Before getting on the plane, Bruce took 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 to carry with him.

After getting on the plane, Bruce still didn't feel hungry, and even he wasn't sleepy, he just felt very energetic, even a little over-energetic.

Batman never thought in his life that he would pull a flight attendant to chat, and it was four flight attendants and one flight attendant.

In fact, Bruce knew that he and they should have nothing in common, because he had known that there was no Gotham in this universe, and he lived in a different era, region, and class from this group of people, so what could he talk about?

But they chatted for two hours about the lace news in the search bar of the web page, and neither of them found it boring, and they both found the other quite humorous.

As they prepared to get off the plane, all four of them left small notes for Bruce, and they even added Facebook to each other.

After getting off the plane and getting in the car, Bruce began to talk to the driver again, the general topic was his first time in New York or something, and the two chatted all the way, and the driver said that he had two daughters at home, and used this as an excuse to ask for Bruce's contact information.

For Batman, this is no longer an opening of the conversation, but a knock-over of the conversation.

Bruce, on the other hand, has a very magical feeling that when he focuses on something, time seems to slow down, and the same is true when he speaks.

He felt that it should have been a long time since he had sorted out his thoughts and clarified the logic of his language before he spoke, but in fact he didn't, and he replied almost the moment the other party finished speaking.

After getting off the plane and getting a signal, Bruce finally remembered to check the text message, and then he found the text message Stark had sent him asking how he was doing.

Bruce thought about it for a moment, briefly determined what he could and couldn't say, and began to reply to Stark in a text-bombardment manner.

After his thinking speed and language organization skills improved, it didn't allow him to create any amazing works, is still, but it is faster.

Stark was tapping on the keyboard to hack into the Osborne Group's network, and when he heard the two beeps of his mobile phone, Stark immediately knew that it was Bruce who had replied to him.

But he wasn't used to turning his head to other things while he was concentrating on his work, so he left it alone.

As a result, the text message rang for a full 20 minutes, and by the time 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 have something, Batman, Stark gritted his teeth and thought, either you tell me that World War III broke out, or you tell me that the Earth is going to be destroyed, or it's definitely harassment.

Stark then began his own-gold digging operation, which was the name he had given himself three minutes after he started reading text messages.

Batman wasn't really harassing him, every text message he made was about the right thing, but it was just a pitiful amount of useful information.

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

And you've written so long, why can't you write it all at once, and you have to score more than 200 pieces?

If you've divided everything, why can't you group all the entries for a certain thing together and then make a catalog?

Is this for people to see?

Nick turned to Schiller next to him and said, "You just laughed, didn't you?" ”

"I didn't."

"You're smiling, Professor." Nick reluctantly said, "It's not very authentic, you know that no matter which Stark is not the material for a professor." ”

Schiller pressed the back of his hand to his lips, cleared his throat and said, "...... I think he's got that talent, he's going to be a good teacher. ”

"It would be more convincing to put the corners of your mouth down first." Strange snorted angrily, and then said as if he was reflecting, "Since the establishment of the Kama Taj School of Magic, I haven't read the homework written by those little mages......

Loki grabbed Strange by the arm, looked at him with very sincere eyes, and said, "They're well written, but don't read it." ”

Strange narrowed his eyes.

Loki grabbed Strange's arm tighter, and said with a smile, "This world needs Kama Taj, but it needs the Supreme Mage even more. ”

Strange's suspicion intensified, and Loki tilted his head and sighed deeply, then looked at Strange again.

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

"No kidding, if he knew what medicine to prescribe, he wouldn't have been a surgeon."

Strange glared at Schiller.

Happy New Year everyone!!!!