The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman - Chapter 2106
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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, and 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 you appear 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 do 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 strong power as him, then what is the meaning 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 can you be beautiful and strong, which is the representative of the class. Would the upper class, who 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 it is sold at, if it is sold at a low price, they will feel that it will allow too many people below their class to get in. If it is sold at a high price, they will become the group of people who can’t afford it and can’t get 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 strongman as strong as 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 this 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 itself 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 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 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 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 to take with him. After boarding 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 a stewardess, and there were four stewardesses and a stewardess.
In fact, Bruce knew that he probably had nothing in common with them, because he had long known that there was no Gotham in this universe, and the age, 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 they both thought the other was quite humorous.
As they were 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 the private car, Bruce started chatting with the driver again. The general topic was about 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 a long time had passed since he had sorted out his thoughts and logic before speaking, but in fact it had not. He had finished his reply almost as soon as 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 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 poops faster.
Stark was typing on the keyboard to invade the Osborn Group’s network. He heard two beeps on 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 mining 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, instead of dividing it into more than 200 items?
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 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 are well written, but you’d better not read it.”
Strange narrowed his eyes.
Loki grabbed Strange’s arm more tightly and said with a smile: “This 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.
“If you insist on reading it, promise me that you will first get an internal medicine license and then get the right to prescribe it. At least you will know what medicine to prescribe for high blood pressure.”
“No kidding, he wouldn’t be a surgeon if he knew what medicine to prescribe.”
Strange glared at Schiller.