Bruce had seen Captain Arica in Battleworld, but this Captain Arica didn't seem to recognize Batman. Bruce wasn't sure whether he hadn't participated in this ga or hadn't encountered Batman in the ga.
However, Bruce knew beforehand that Captain Arica was a public figure in this cosmos, so it wasn't surprising that he recognized him. Bruce's understanding of Captain Arica was that he was a hero, albeit a bit naive.
Of course, Bruce knew that his perspective was limited to his own cosmos. Not all cosmos had a heavyweight city like Gotham. Perhaps in other cosmos, Captain Arica truly was a champion of peace and justice.
"Did you save ?"
Captain Arica shook his head and said, "Not exactly. In reality, you weren't in real danger. I just don't agree with Old Osborn's thods."
"Do you know what they're doing?"
"Absolutely." Captain Arica sighed, walked over to a chair, sat down, and said, "Performing more human experints to study a mysterious virus is immoral."
"But before this, they were only selecting potential targets affected throughout California and New York, performing various tests and trials on them."
"Old Osborn has taken a particular interest in you, there must be a reason for it. Would you be willing to tell ?"
Captain Arica sincerely stayed by his side. The nerves that had been bothering Bruce felt a bit better. He used his arm to prop himself up from the bed, pointed to the coat hanging next to him, and asked, "Could you help get sothing?"
When Captain Arica turned around and saw Bruce's bulging coat pocket, he brought it over. Inside, he found several tubes of energy gel.
"Did they give this to you?" Captain Arica frowned and asked, "I haven't seen this on the market. This ans it's likely untested. Do you really think using this stuff is a good idea?"
Bruce sighed and said, "I feel really hungry, an abnormal kind of hunger that food can't fix. I need more direct energy replenishnt. So far, I haven't had any adverse symptoms."
Seeing his insistence, Captain Arica handed him the energy gel. He inspected the muscles on Bruce's body and carefully watched his movents, slightly frowning.
While squeezing energy gel into his mouth, Bruce mumbled, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with ?"
"No, I've just noticed that you're different from the residents of San Francisco. I just got back from there. A friend of mine who has dealt with the Osborn Group inford about your situation, so I brought you here."
"Of course, I'm different from them." Finally, Bruce found soone he could confide in. He didn't know what was happening to him. When he was hungry, he wanted to eat like crazy. After eating, he wanted to talk.
"You think I'm one of them? Transford by so mysterious disease into what I am now? I must tell you, I'm not. These muscles are my own, built by ."
Captain Arica's gaze fell on Bruce's face. He bowed his head and said, "Of course, I believe you."
"No, you don't. You don't believe that a human being can look like this." Having finished eating the energy gel, Bruce tossed the tube aside, rubbed his face, and said, "It's hard for to explain why I work on the West Coast but haven't appeared on Hollywood screens despite looking like this."
Captain Arica tilted his head slightly, admitting his suspicion. Bruce took a deep breath and said, "If you don't believe , let's have a go. Then you'll see that I'm not like those feeble fools."
Captain Arica rose from his chair but didn't strike a warm-up pose. He stood quietly, waiting for Bruce.
Once the feeling of power filled him again, Bruce stood up, stretched his wrists and neck. If there was anything he was proficient at, it was fighting.
Captain Arica lowered his center of gravity, raised his arms, and assud a defensive position. Bruce took a similar stance but chose a more secure wrestling attack.
He had barely taken his first step when he felt sothing different. The scenery in his field of vision was receding too quickly. He couldn't pull back in ti.
Bang!
He sent Captain Arica flying into the opposite wall, his face in disbelief, wincing in pain.
Bruce was startled as well. He knew his strength had increased, but he hadn't thought it would rise to this level. He knew Captain Arica was a genetically modified person. He wouldn't be taken down so easily.
Suddenly, Bruce's nerves started jumping again. This ti, however, it was more than just noise. His body had moved into a dodge to the right before his brain had even processed it.
Captain Arica lunged at thin air, then threw another punch, which Bruce dodged by bending his waist. He could see the dust flying through the air.
"Stop!" Bruce raised his hands and said, "Sothing's not right."
Captain Arica pulled back his fist, nodded, and said, "Indeed, sothing isn't right. Are you a mutant?"
"The Osborn Group says I'm not." Bruce definitely knew he wasn't. He had t mutants before, and they had told him the difference between them and normal people was their genes. He couldn't have mutant genes.
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