Chapter 2089: Ultimate New World (Part 5)

Bruce chose to pay the phone bill.

With phone credit, he could go online, so that when he encountered something he didn't understand, he could check it on the internet for the first time.

Then he understood that he was now in the future era. Technology was much more developed than in his era, and computers weren't extremely expensive items, and even more portable devices had entered thousands of households.

He didn't have a computer now, but there was no need to buy one. He could directly find a place to rent a computer, which was the so-called internet cafe, to carry out his work.

And he also learned one thing, that is, Aisha didn't just inherit the appearance of other Batmen; she was a small Batman, as genius as Batman.

But communication efficiency was a problem. Bruce keenly noticed that Aisha might have communication barriers.

Her intelligence and physical development weren't delayed, which meant that communication barriers might be caused by personality or other pathological factors.

But if this was the case, why didn't Aisha's biological father treat her? Since other Batmen were so strong, there was no reason not to treat his own biological daughter.

Bruce thought about this question while searching for the nearest internet cafe on the map on his mobile phone. Although he didn't have money to buy a hard drive for the time being, he could go to the internet cafe to see first.

What he was thinking was actually searching for some information about the tap water pipe renovation project on the internet, but when he entered the internet cafe and turned on the computer, the homepage of the search website pushed him a piece of news.

After Bruce clicked on it, he found that it was actually a report about the change in the appearance of San Francisco citizens.

Bruce had learned that the city he was in was San Francisco before, but not through the internet, but the Golden Gate Bridge was too conspicuous. He would have to see it even if he didn't want to.

It turned out that he wasn't the only one who noticed the strange appearance of the people in this city. With this mood, Bruce clicked on the report.

He thought he would get detailed discussion and research data, but the whole article was praising these handsome men and beautiful women, telling how charming their appearance was and how strong their bodies were.

Finally, it only gave one sentence, "They are the first beneficiaries of God's blessing to humanity bringing new evolution, and will become benchmarks and leaders in the new world, possessing a pivotal position."

Bruce had a headache looking at it.

But this time it wasn't because he couldn't understand it, but because he understood it too well, but he also understood that this report could be understood by him, which meant it could be understood by the vast majority of people, which meant that there wouldn't be any real evidence in this report, and it was absolutely not rigorous enough.

But precisely because of this, it was very easy to cause greater controversy.

Sure enough, Bruce continued to look down and found that the comment section under this news was simply a mess, divided into dozens of factions according to nationality, race, gender, class, religion, and even region and hobbies, arguing very lively.

But obviously, there was no useful information in these arguments. Maybe the first few were still talking about this matter, and the vast majority of the comments behind were attacking each other.

These languages full of hostility made Bruce dizzy, but he still didn't forget what he came here for. After relaxing for a while, he started searching for information about the San Francisco water pipe renovation project on the internet.

As a result, except for a report on the adjustment of tap water supply routes half a year ago, he didn't find any information related to the place where he was working now.

Following this notice with only a few words, Bruce found that the reason why the tap water supply route had to be adjusted was because a tap water plant had closed down before. Continuing to check why this tap water plant closed down, the only thing he got was the speculation of residents in some areas of supply adjustment, roughly saying that the boss ran away with his sister-in-law.

Checking here, the clues were basically broken. Bruce didn't know what to search for, so he could only search for the names of all tap water plants in San Francisco, and then check them one by one.

After checking for a long time, Bruce discovered a somewhat eerie phenomenon. About half a year ago, multiple tap water plants in San Francisco closed down one after another, and the reasons were all poor management, but the rumors were all that the bosses had problems.

Bruce felt that he might have found the key, so he wrote down the names of these tap water plants on a piece of paper, preparing to check them carefully after moving bricks this afternoon.

The brick-moving work today was still calm. Manual labor wasn't like office clerks who could chat while working. Everyone was struggling to breathe, and after finishing, most of them turned and left, with no intersection.

Bruce finished settling the money with the boss, but encountered a strange person who greeted him.

A Mexican-American youth with a head full of braids walked up, patted Bruce on the shoulder, and handed him a cigarette.

"Good figure, buddy." The other party put his arm around Bruce's shoulder and said: "I heard you have a daughter?"

Bruce immediately showed a vigilant look. The Mexican youth waved his hand and said: "Don't think wrong, I have a green card, otherwise how can I work with you? I'm a second-generation immigrant, don't be afraid."

"It's just that I heard you might be very short of money, so I want to introduce a job to you."

"I don't do illegal things." Bruce emphasized.

"Illegal jobs aren't your turn to do." The Mexican youth shook his head and said: "Now there is a project that needs people to test drugs, 2000 dollars a day, a total of 7 days, do you want to do it?"

Bruce opened his eyes slightly. Just as he wanted to refuse, the other party said: "Don't think I'm some organ trafficker or letting you test poison. This is an activity organized by a regular big enterprise, recruiting volunteers from the whole society."

"But their conditions are a bit harsh, with requirements for everyone's height, weight, appearance, eye color, and even hair. I didn't pass the interview before, but I think you are quite in line with the standard white man they recruit."

The Mexican brother gestured a few gestures and said: "It's the kind of old white man with European ancestry, dark skin, bright eyes, strong figure, etc."

"Before testing drugs, they will sign insurance contracts according to laws and regulations. Any accident is guaranteed by law. This isn't the first time they have recruited volunteers. I haven't heard of any problems."

"I investigated from many parties before I found this opportunity. Originally, I wanted to go myself, but I wasn't selected. Even if I don't take responsibility for your life safety, I have to take responsibility for my own, right?"

"Besides, I introduced you to a job, you have to pay me a handling fee. If you die or go to the hospital, didn't I introduce it in vain?"

The Mexican brother began to persuade vigorously, praising this project to the sky, but Bruce was thinking about another thing.

There were very strict requirements for the appearance of volunteers. Would that have anything to do with the changes in the appearance of people in San Francisco?

"How much do you want?" Bruce asked.

"Not much, you give me 10%. Looking at the fact that you have a daughter, I won't ask you to pay the deposit first. Anyway, you don't have money, but after the event, you have to pay on time."

"What's the name?"

"Me? My name is..."

"I mean that group, the group that has drug testing needs."

"Osborn, it's Osborn Group."

Before going home at night, Bruce started looking for a house next to the cheap supermarket before. He left his contact information with the landlady of the local supermarket. The landlady said that the landlord would contact him soon.

After returning home, he found that Aisha had actually started packing boxes. Bruce picked her up and kissed her cheek. Aisha pushed him away with slight disgust.

Bruce didn't mind, but after putting his things away, he took Aisha out to eat.

This time he changed to a fast food restaurant, eating Indian thin pancakes and curry, while Bruce was checking this enterprise called Osborn while eating.

The information that could be found on the internet was also very limited, but from the overwhelming news reports, it could be seen that this group called Osborn was really a big enterprise, and the helmsman of the enterprise, Norman Osborn, was a world-renowned billionaire.

Does the change in the appearance of San Francisco people have anything to do with Norman Osborn?

Pure conspiracy theories don't need IQ support, and American big companies doing bad things isn't once or twice. It can only be said that all conspiracy theories have evidence to follow. Bruce suspected that the continuous closure of tap water plants, the inexplicable renovation of city water pipes, the change in the appearance of San Francisco people, and the Osborn Group's recruitment of volunteers were actually one thing.

But Bruce couldn't figure out what the Osborn Group was trying to do for the time being. It seemed that their business scope had nothing to do with the above things. Was there a bigger conspiracy behind it?

Thinking of this, Bruce felt his pocket, found the phone number left by the Mexican brother during the day, and dialed it.

"Hello, I think what you said is right. I really need money. I've had enough of eating cheap fast food with my daughter every day. She shouldn't live such a life."

Bruce said it quite sincerely, and the Mexican brother on the opposite side was quite excited and said to him: "Very good, just tell the interviewer that. At least he will hire you out of sympathy, it's best if it's like this."

Deciding to participate in the drug experiment, Bruce asked for a day off from the construction site for the interview. Aisha heard the content of his phone call and looked at Bruce with some worry.

"Don't worry, I'm not really going to test drugs." Bruce stared at the address sent by the Mexican brother and said: "I think this is a great opportunity to figure out what they are doing, I want to seize it."

"And if I get the wages, I can go buy a hard drive, and then use the program you wrote to copy the surveillance footage of the construction site. The abnormalities in it will be the best evidence to expose the conspiracy."

Having made up his mind, Bruce took Aisha home. Just after arriving home, he received a call from the landlady of the supermarket, asking him to come over to see the house. Considering that it was already a bit late today, they decided to go tomorrow morning.

The next morning, Bruce took Aisha and followed the landlord to the new house. This was a small building some distance from the city center. The house was relatively old and the furniture was relatively simple, but fortunately, there were two floors and two independent bedrooms.

Bruce felt very satisfied, but he was a bit worried about Aisha. After all, she was the eldest lady of Wayne Manor. She wouldn't be used to living in such a simple house.

But Aisha seemed very happy, especially after seeing the small children's slide in the only backyard.

They happily finalized the rent. Bruce had quite a lot of experience in bargaining, killing the rent to a very low price, which he could afford even if he worked as a temporary worker.

In the afternoon, Bruce went to the interview, and the interview location was located in the Osborn West Coast Medical Experiment Center in the suburbs of San Francisco. ===== CHAPTER 2090 =====