Chapter 2094

Bruce let go of the hand clutching the back of his hand and found a very tiny wound left between his middle finger and ring finger.

Was he bitten by a spider?

Bruce sighed. The climate on the East Coast where he lived before wasn't very suitable for these little bugs to survive, and he hadn't been bitten by bugs before. The West Coast was warmer and more humid, and the dark and damp environment of the warehouse was exactly what some spiders liked, so it wasn't strange to have spiders.

Although Bruce couldn't be called learned, he at least had common sense. After most poisonous spiders bite a person, the amount of venom injected isn't enough to be fatal.

Most people killed by poisonous spiders die from anaphylactic shock or infection. After being bitten, symptoms such as rapid heartbeat, high blood pressure, sweating, and limb stiffness appear within seconds, requiring the injection of corresponding serum for treatment.

The spider Bruce saw just now was estimated to be only a little over 1 centimeter, not reaching the 4-5 centimeter size of some highly venomous spiders. The amount of venom wouldn't be much, the bite wasn't deep, and there was no feeling of severe pain.

For the sake of his own life, of course, he should call an ambulance immediately. But after Bruce waited in place for more than 30 seconds and found that he had no abnormal reactions, he decided to take a gamble.

Mainly because he was under someone else's roof now, and it was his own exploration of the warehouse that led to the accident. To put it nicely, he was bitten by a spider due to an accident; to put it bluntly, wasn't this just asking for it?

Bruce wasn't sure the Osborn Group wouldn't hold him accountable. Since he wasn't poisoned, it was better not to make a scene.

Bruce put his attention back on the secure computer, but unfortunately, after studying it for a long time, he couldn't open this kind of electronic equipment he had never come into contact with at all. Helplessly, he could only continue to look for written documents.

Unfortunately, in the normal procedures of any large company, written documents couldn't be stored in a goods warehouse; they were all transferred by designated personnel. After Bruce searched around, he found nothing.

Finding that it was getting late and worrying that the other party might check the rooms, Bruce hurried back to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, he felt his heart rate was faster than usual, but it hadn't reached the point of tachycardia. After thinking about it carefully, there really weren't any highly poisonous spiders on the West Coast, so Bruce felt relieved and fell asleep.

The next morning, Bruce was woken up by hunger.

It couldn't be said to be hunger; this feeling was more like a soaring desire to devour, reaching the point where he wanted to go up and gnaw on the table legs when he saw them.

Bruce's willpower wasn't as tenacious as other Batmen at all, so as soon as he walked out of the room, he asked the staff: "When are we eating?"

"Are you hungry? Sir, breakfast will start in half an hour. How did you sleep last night?"

"Drowsy. I think you drew too much blood."

"I'm afraid that has nothing to do with it, sir. The amount of blood we drew is completely normal. If you really feel uncomfortable, we can have another check-up after the meal."

"Better not." Bruce kept swallowing his saliva.

He felt that it wasn't his stomach that was sending a sense of emptiness, but every cell in his whole body. What he needed wasn't just food, but energy, and huge energy at that.

"Can you give me a few energy bars?" Bruce requested. He said: "I've felt a bit dizzy since last night. It might be some hypoglycemia. I need to replenish energy."

The staff member walking in front turned his head to look at him and found that Bruce's complexion was indeed not very good. So he led Bruce around a corner, came to the preparation room, and asked a nurse for two energy gels.

"Sir, this is the latest product of the Osborn Group, which is very useful for replenishing energy. Considering you were injured yesterday, it's normal to feel a bit weak. Please don't mind."

Bruce couldn't hear what he was saying anymore. He numbly took the energy gels and squeezed them into his mouth, simply like a starving ghost who had reincarnated in hell for several lifetimes.

With two energy gels down, Bruce soon felt a sense of fullness, as if every cell in his body was glowing with new life. This joy of having the most basic human desire for food satisfied was indescribable.

"Looks like you're feeling better, right? Then please help us promote the Osborn Group's products more." The staff member stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, smiled at him, and said: "I wish you a pleasant meal."

Bruce nodded at him and walked in to eat.

The breakfast dishes were still quite rich, but they were all relatively clean protein, meat, and carbohydrates. After removing some grease, it was exactly the muscle-building meal Bruce had eaten before.

The desire for hunger wasn't so intense anymore, so Bruce didn't take that much food. He thought about how to gain an advantage while eating.

He felt that not much time had passed, but the food on the plate was already empty. And Bruce still didn't have any feeling of being full, so he had to walk up and take another plate of food.

To prevent the previous hunger from appearing again, Bruce decided to eat a bit more, so he focused on taking carbohydrates and meat. To replenish sugar, he also squeezed a large pile of chocolate sauce on the bread.

But within a few minutes, this plate of food was eaten empty again. Bruce still didn't feel any sense of fullness; it could only be said that he wasn't hungry, but there was no satisfaction brought by the dopamine secreted by the brain after being full as in the past.

Maybe his consumption had indeed been too large recently, Bruce thought. Anyway, the food here didn't cost money, so why not eat more?

With this idea in mind, Bruce simply took two plates, piled them full of various hunger-satisfying foods like roast turkey legs, German sausages, fried bacon, fried cod strips, cinnamon rolls, Swiss buns, etc., and carried them back to his seat.

So far, he wasn't particularly eye-catching, because many people who came here were big guys. Just now, there was a guy who ate more than 30 eggs. The staff here were obviously used to it.

With another two full plates of food down, Bruce found that his feeling hadn't changed at all. He still wasn't hungry, but he wasn't full, and he felt he could still eat.

Now Bruce also noticed something was wrong. He was very sure that his usual food intake absolutely wasn't this large, even if he was injured and bleeding, it was impossible. His stomach couldn't hold so much food at all.

Looking down at his stomach, Bruce was even more surprised. Even a muscular hunk with eight-pack abs would get a bloated stomach if he ate too much; this was determined by human physiological structure.

But Bruce's lower abdomen was very flat at this time, as if it didn't actually contain four big plates of food. Bruce also didn't have any urge to defecate. The things he ate seemed to have entered a void and completely disappeared.

If it were other Batmen, they would have started to recall the details of all the strange things they had experienced by now. But this Batman obviously didn't have such a good memory, so his way of dealing with this abnormality was just to keep eating.

Because only by continuing to eat could he know whether he was just starving to the point of being crazy, or if something that violated human physiological laws had really happened to him.

With another two full plates of food, everything in the positions Bruce went to was already empty, and staff were replenishing goods there.

Plate after plate, the third, fourth, fifth... It wasn't until the sixth plate that Bruce finally felt a little full.

He knew he couldn't keep eating like this, because his actions had already attracted the attention of a small number of people.

At this time, most people had finished eating and were preparing to leave. Not to mention eating more or less, staying here any longer would be too conspicuous, so Bruce prepared to leave.

He thought about it and felt that the large amount of food he ate actually couldn't compare to the two tubes of energy gel from before. He had to find a way to get more energy gel.

Batman wouldn't steal things. Moreover, he felt he couldn't hold out until he went out at night, so he simply found the staff member who led the way for him before and stated his request directly.

After hearing this, the staff member felt a bit surprised but didn't refuse, saying: "This is another project of our company, currently still in the testing stage. So, you feel good?"

"Of course, the energy contained in this thing is surprisingly high. If you can continue to provide it to me, perhaps I can also provide some help during the clinical trial stage of the project."

After thinking about it, the staff member felt it made sense, so he said: "I will report this matter to my supervisor. If possible, we will continuously provide you with energy gel. You need to cooperate with us for physical examinations. Maybe you can even get double wages."

After saying goodbye, the test for today began again. Somewhat strangely, today's experimental content had almost nothing to do with medicine, mainly testing strength.

As soon as Bruce walked into the room, he saw a very familiar scene. All kinds of strong humans were fiddling with barbell plates; some were bench pressing, some were deadlifting, and others were doing warm-up exercises.

A lady holding a measurement sheet walked over, nodded at Bruce, and said: "Hello, today we need to test everyone's muscle mass, nerve development degree, and strength."

"When it's your turn, we will call your name. The exercise item you need to cooperate with is deadlifting. We will increase the weight level by level to test the limit. There will be professional sports protection throughout the process, so don't worry about safety issues."

"After that, there will be evasion nerve reaction tests, flexibility tests, muscle control tests, etc. There will be professional personnel to guide you to complete all tests. Let's start now."

Bruce just wanted to turn around and line up when he heard cheers erupt from the crowd on the other side. He leaned over to take a look and found that it was a strongman who deadlifted 320 kilograms, which triggered cheers one after another.

By the time Bruce went over, that person had already put down the equipment and changed to a thinner one. According to Bruce's fitness experience, this weight and this muscle mass being able to pull 250 kilograms was already the limit, and it wouldn't exceed 280 kilograms at most, because he was at this level himself.

The Batman of this universe wasn't as strong as the vast majority of universes. His figure couldn't be called "double-door" wide, just stronger than ordinary people because of a good diet and professional fitness training. Pulling twice his own body weight was already the limit.

As a result, under the gaze of everyone, this young male who looked about the same height and weight as Bruce actually deadlifted 300 kilograms. This was already the level of a weightlifter.

But Bruce found that the other party's deadlift movement wasn't particularly standard. The timing of the knee locking wasn't quite right, and the arm force application method also had problems. It didn't look like the kind of person who often exercised in the gym.

Immediately after, another person who was about the same height and weight as Bruce also pulled 300 kilograms. This really made Bruce doubt himself a bit.

Even if he wasn't as strong as other Batmen, he shouldn't be unable to beat these ordinary people whose movements weren't even standard.

In fact, when he was in the gym, Bruce had tried to deadlift 300 kilograms more than once, but so far he hadn't succeeded. On one hand, his body weight was too light and his muscle mass wasn't enough; on the other hand, he didn't have such strong willpower and confidence in winning, so he just let it go if he couldn't pull it up.

It was soon Bruce's turn. Now he was sweating profusely. Everyone was quite strong, so he couldn't lose face here.

Bruce had already finished warming up before, so he didn't start from a small weight, coming up with 200 kilograms, followed by 250 kilograms.