Chapter 2097

Bruce soon arrived in front of the Osborn Building. He looked up at this skyscraper and felt a certain nerve in his body twitching constantly.

At this moment, everything around became clearer and brighter: the micro-dust floating in the bright sunshine, the mud left by boots stepping on the ground, and even the shimmering hair curls of the lady inside the car window.

The edge of his vision became blurred, but outside this boundary from clear to blurred, there were several other types of vision. These were angles that human eyes couldn't see at all. Except for a small area directly in front of the back of his head, his vision covered at least a range of about 330 degrees around his head.

And these visions overlapped, forming a stereoscopic vision, allowing Bruce to abstractly organize his position in the current environment in his brain.

Then he also found the direction indicated by the twitching nerve, which was precisely the Osborn Group in front of him.

When he stepped forward, the nerve twitched more and more violently. Bruce tried hard to raise his eyelids, wanting to use his reason to control his body to continue walking forward.

The next second, he gasped. The violent twitching of the nerve made his scalp start to ache, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead and couldn't be lifted at all. On the contrary, the cells on his waist and buttocks seemed to be pulled by something, desperately exerting force to pull him back.

This Batman didn't have the willpower to overcome all difficulties. Like most humans, he succumbed to his body's instincts. He didn't control himself, took two steps back, and sat on the ground with a thud.

*Beep—beep-beep-beep! *

A sharp siren came from beside his ears. Bruce stood up shakily. When he looked up at the Osborn Group employees who were looking at him with some surprise at the door, he found that the outlines of their bodies were flashing with red light.

Then the entire gate of the Osborn Group started to glow, emitting a buzzing, sharp cry. The light scattered into loose black dots, gathering together to push Bruce outward.

A figure staggered across the busy road and ran wildly on the street. Bruce didn't know where he was going; he just wanted to be as far away from the Osborn Group as possible.

When he finally crossed two streets and stopped in front of a coffee shop, this terrible hallucination finally disappeared, and that nerve finally stopped hurting.

But this didn't mean it stopped twitching. Bruce could feel it still twitching very regularly, and it was still pointing in a certain direction.

Bruce took a deep breath. After recovering from the initial panic, he began to feel carefully what was going on with this twitching nerve and where it was pointing.

He couldn't find the specific location of this nerve. If he had to say, it seemed to be all over his body, as if every organ and every muscle of his was twitching along with it.

Bruce didn't have such a strong investigative psychology. Based on pragmatism, he decided to study where this nerve was pointing.

He relaxed himself as much as possible and looked in one direction following his instinct, and was instantly dazzled by the bright light.

After his eyes adapted, Bruce found that his line of sight fell on the top floor of the Osborn Building, where a figure in a suit was standing behind the glass curtain wall.

Norman Osborn—the name of this figure appeared abruptly in Bruce's brain.

He was the source of danger. The moment this thought appeared in Bruce's brain, Bruce believed it. He had no mood and no ability to investigate the reason; he knew he had to stay away from Osborn.

Bruce turned around. He wanted to find a shaded place to stay. As a Gothamite, he really wasn't very used to the sunshine in other cities on the East Coast. He felt that everything around him was a bit too dazzling, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

It just so happened that there was a coffee shop next to him. There was a small courtyard at the entrance of the coffee shop, with tables and chairs, as well as a sunshade. Without caring whether it was forbidden to enter without consumption, Bruce squeezed in through the small gate of the courtyard fence.

He found a seat and sat down, letting out a long breath. The moment his elbow rested on the table, he shivered again, and the nerve started to ache again.

Bruce stood up with a *swoosh*. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a group of people in suits appear at the street corner.

Although they weren't wearing weapons or uniforms, Bruce just felt that they were sent by the Osborn Group.

What else could the Osborn Group send them over for?

Bruce didn't even think about it and ran away. Sure enough, that group of people also started running, rushing toward his direction.

At this time, Stark had just arrived in New York.

He deciphered the text messages Bruce sent him word for word, and finally reached a conclusion: either Batman was mentally retarded, or Batman had hidden some secret code inside.

The first one was obviously impossible and was excluded by Stark first. Stark endured the mental pollution and read through that pile of wordy words carefully, but didn't find any secret language or code.

Since the text itself had no secrets, perhaps this wordy narrative style was conveying information. Stark had a flash of inspiration: could it be that Batman had already been targeted by the Osborn Group?

This wasn't impossible. After all, Batman had just come to this universe. According to his suspicious personality, he would definitely launch an investigation immediately after landing.

After entering the Osborn Medical Research Center, he would definitely try every means to collect information. And Stark knew that old fox Norman very well; he was very good at pretending to be negligent on the surface, but laying traps in the most critical places.

No matter how powerful Batman was, he needed the accumulation of experience to know the other party's style. When he first arrived, it wasn't entirely impossible to capsize in the gutter.

If Batman sent these messages under Norman's surveillance, then it made sense. Although from the perspective of a super genius like Stark, these messages were wordy and full of nonsense, they happened to fit the chat style of ordinary people very well.

Who sends text messages like a spy exchanging intelligence? Isn't it all about saying whatever comes to mind, and adding a sentence when thinking of it?

If this series of nonsense was to paralyze Norman, then Batman's situation was probably not optimistic. What he said about his personal safety not being restricted for the time being was also unbelievable. So Stark flew to New York in a hurry.

If Norman really made a move on Batman first, then this was a good opportunity for him to win Batman's trust and support.

Although it was impossible to get the complete trust of such suspicious people, as long as Stark helped Batman at this time, it would be more able to confirm that Norman was the culprit.

At this time, the Stark Group hadn't bared its fangs yet, and the Extremis Virus matter was still hidden. So Iron Man was still a superhero and naturally had the advantage of public opinion.

So in Batman's eyes, it was an evil biochemical company that wanted to control him poisoning the water in San Francisco, and the superhero Iron Man chose to cooperate with Batman to stop this. As long as this impression could be left in Batman's mind, things would be much easier to handle later.

That was why Stark rushed over to farm favorability. Being able to get Batman on his side, even if only temporarily, the balance of victory would tilt toward him faster.

Stark, wearing a black and gold iron suit, flew to the sky above the Osborn Group building at the fastest speed. Sure enough, he saw Bruce Wayne running not far away and the Osborn Group security guards chasing behind him.

Really stupid, Stark thought. This time, that old fox Norman had really fallen.

The iron suit turned into a shining meteor under the bright sunshine and dived down. When it swept across at low altitude, the violent airflow made the surrounding pedestrians scream and flee.

Braking sharply and turning around, he blocked in front of the chasing security guards. *Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*, several rockets were fired, and all the pursuers fled to find cover.

Stark didn't have time to entangle with them, but found Bruce who had rushed into the alley at the fastest speed.

The huge iron armor landed with the roar of the engine. Bruce widened his eyes slightly. He had seen Iron Man in the Battleworld, but the iron suit of that Iron Man wasn't this majestic.

The vast majority of Tony Starks had relatively flashy personalities, so they would make their suits into all kinds of bright colors. But he was a scientist, not a ruler. There were few hegemonic thoughts in his brain, and he almost never declared majesty through appearance.

But Tony Stark, whose sense of good and evil was reversed, had a personality almost completely opposite to the original Tony. He pursued manipulation, control, and power. All the weapons he manufactured had a more majestic, cold, and oppressive style, with a Nazi-style flair.

Therefore, when this exceptionally huge suit landed in front of Bruce, he also felt the oppressive force brought by the cold war machine.

His nerves twitched faster, almost becoming a ringing sound that could be clearly heard. This seriously interfered with Bruce's hearing. He heard what the other party said, but couldn't hear it clearly.

Not hearing what the other party said clearly, he didn't know how to answer. Bruce could only stand silently in place.

The atmosphere was a bit too awkward, he thought.

And this attitude of refusing to answer was understood by Stark as silent resistance. Sure enough, it wasn't so easy to win Batman's trust. Such people wouldn't be shaken by small favors.

It seemed it was still not too urgent. Stark calculated that being eager to bestow favors would inevitably lead to suspicion of motives, and being too obvious in flattery would easily lead people to suspect that "if there's no cause for a favor, there's either a crime or a theft."

After the two stared at each other silently for more than ten seconds, the iron suit floated up again, went straight into the clouds, and disappeared.

Standing in place for a while, Bruce's symptoms of dizziness and tinnitus finally got better, and his vision was no longer so blurred. Looking up, Iron Man had already left.

He walked shakily toward the outside of the alley. The next second, a stretched black luxury car stopped at the entrance of the alley. The window rolled down, revealing Norman Osborn's face.

Bruce had seen his photo at the Medical Research Center, and at this time he had nowhere to escape, because that terrible feeling of hunger came again. He knew he needed to rest.

Simply ignoring the nerve that was still twitching, Bruce fell straight backward. Before closing his eyes, he vaguely saw the security guards rushing up.

And before his vision went black, a flash of light flew from afar, and the bright color of the Stars and Stripes shield flashed past in a blur.