Back in Gotham's sewers, Bane angrily punched a sandbag for a while before returning to the lab.
It's hard to imagine that they actually set up a pretty good laboratory in Gotham's sewers, complete with all kinds of experimental equipment.
In fact, Bane Group is not the only one that uses the Venom 'Bane agent; some of its core members also use this agent derived from a super steroid.
Of course, they couldn't maintain the high concentration of nutrients Bane absorbed over a long period, so they didn't possess such immense strength; they merely made themselves stronger than the average person. Combined with the firearms and hand-to-hand combat training established by Bane, they were far more powerful than ordinary mercenaries.
Today, most people could tell that Bane hadn't been very happy since he came back, but no one dared to ask.
With his combined physical prowess and intellect, Bane was the undisputed leader of this criminal organization, and no one dared to challenge him.
At this moment, Bane, having vented his anger in the training room, went to the laboratory alone and ordered all his subordinates to stay away from it for the time being.
Everyone obeyed. Bane frequently optimized the ' Venom ' potion, a process that was often fraught with risk, and no one wanted to get involved.
At this moment, inside the laboratory
Bane took out the pale purple vial from his pocket and then carefully opened the pressure valve.
The sharp needle bounced out, but there was no leakage of the liquid inside.
Judging from the workmanship, regardless of the effects of this medicine, the pressure-triggered syringe alone is full of details, and it is not an item that Jones made up.
'Let me see for myself what the fundamental difference is between this so-called God bestowed potion and the power I'm researching.'
Essentially, Bane is a person who never admits defeat, and biochemical agents are precisely the direction he has always strived for.
With a gentle push of the syringe, specks of pale purple, Shimmer medicine clung to the needle tip, which Bane quickly placed into a petri dish.
Bane then quickly assumed the role of a mad researcher, beginning various experiments on the drop of solution.
After working for more than ten hours, and until his subordinates outside thought something had happened to him, Bane finally emerged from the laboratory looking exhausted.
"Chief, how are you? You don't look well!"
One of his men, noticing Bane's expression, cautiously stepped forward to inquire.
It's hard to imagine that they would see numbness and frustration on the face of Bane usually always has a cold and confident demeanor.
It looked as if he had suffered some kind of blow.
I'm fine, don't bother me for now.
As he spoke, Bane returned to his lodgings and locked himself in a makeshift room.
As the leader, even if he lived in the sewers, he would still have his own room and facilities; this was a privilege of the strong.
Back in his room, Bane lay on his bed, his mind replaying the various experiments he had just conducted, and he was filled with doubt.
'Why! Why can't I find the enhancement principle of this potion at all!'
'Why! This potion contains many substances I can't even detect!'
'Could it really be a blessed potion from the God? Otherwise, why can't I find a single clue?'
As a genius, Bane's intelligence was not only reflected in his strategic planning, but also in his exceptional scientific research.
He conducted experiments for a full 18 hours, referencing and comparing most of the biochemical experimental data in this world, but still couldn't find anything related to this vial of medicine.
Well, it's not like we haven't found anything at all.
At least, Bane discovered that this vial of medicine had some virus-like properties, but as for anything else... well, he couldn't find it.
There's no way around it; this thing isn't just the culmination of technology from one world, but a fusion of worlds like Resident Evil, Prototype, and Marvel, plus the contributions of geniuses Orochimaru, who were able to develop it with the help of the NZT-52 Drug.
Let alone Bane, even if you brought Batman over, they still wouldn't be able to figure him out in a short time.
After all, much of the experimental data was obtained at the cost of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of lives. When Xu Yuantui went to find virus samples, he took away the relevant data from each world along with the outstanding scientists there.
The ability to obtain results in such a short time was entirely due to the support of numerous geniuses and Xu Xiao's tireless efforts.
Whether you are the protagonist or someone else, it takes the talents of several worlds or a cross-world system to create these super potions.
Now, facing a blow to his area of expertise, Bane recalled the scene from earlier that day when Jones had overwhelmed him in terms of strength.
'Perhaps this truly is a blessing from the God! Should I give it a try?'
Once the thought crossed his mind, even someone as composed as Bane couldn't help but take out the potion from his pocket.
Only a small portion of the pale purple potion was used in the experiment; approximately 85% of the original amount remained, shimmering with an unusual light under the dim yellow lamplight.
It's like a legendary magic box, exuding an irresistible allure.
"Perhaps I really should give it a try!"
"If I had that kind of power, I could execute my plans much better!"
"But what is the purpose of this so-called Jashin granting me power? Could I be falling into his trap?"
Bane weighed the pros and cons; as a smart man, he never believed in free lunches.
A Jashin who inexplicably pays attention to him, and whose existence has been proven by an unnatural force, is offering him benefits. Most people would be blinded by greed and choose to accept it, but Bane has many concerns.
No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't think of anything about himself that would make him worth the schemes of an Jashin.
Silence and hesitation continued until the next morning.
After more than ten hours of continuous experimentation and nearly ten hours of contemplation, Bane's eyes were bloodshot and his mind was preoccupied with only one question.
To use or not to use?
Sometimes, even intelligent people aren't as decisive as less intelligent people when faced with choices. They tend to overthink and worry, judging others by their own standards.
'Bang bang bang'
A muffled gunshot shattered Bane's thoughts, followed by the sound of footsteps.
"Chief, something's happened at the lab!"
"There's a huge rat inside, and the guys just can't handle it."
Bane jumped out of bed, grabbed his weapon, and stood behind the door.
"Chief, come out quickly! That rat killed Paul!"
Bane recognized the voice of his trusted aide before opening the door.
"Rats? What kind of rats can't you handle? Take me to see them!"