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However, Qin Yang noticed that he would occasionally pause unnaturally while speaking, and his lips would tremble slightly, clearly trying to hide the embarrassment caused by his missing teeth.

"So, Dr. Wells, what do you think is the impact of the particle accelerator explosion on Central City...?"

The host was asking a crucial question when Reverse Flash opened his mouth to answer, but accidentally let out a soft hiss.

The sound was like air leaking out from between the teeth.

Qin Yang almost burst out laughing. He lowered his head, took a sip of coffee, and muttered to himself, "This guy really hasn't changed his dentures."

"Tsk, Dr. Swann, you really know how to amuse yourself."

On stage, Reverse-Flash clearly realized his lapse in composure, his expression changing slightly. He quickly adjusted his tone and continued, "Uh, the explosion of the particle accelerator was indeed a tragedy, but it also provided us with an opportunity to study superpower phenomena..."

Qin Yang leaned back lazily in his chair, but his gaze gradually became deep.

Although Reverse Lightning appeared to have submitted, he was by no means a pushover.

The future timeline, Barry Allen's fate, and even the trajectory of Central City as a whole could be altered by Reverse-Flash's subtle actions.

And he, Qin Yang, would never let such a thing happen.

"Dr. Swann, you can play your little tricks, but don't forget..."

Qin Yang muttered to himself, his fingers gently stroking the ring, a cold smile playing on his lips, "I can make sure you don't even have a chance to run away."

Inside the studio, the lights remained bright, and the audience's applause rose and fell.

As night fell, the neon lights of the city center flickered amidst the clamor of the protesters, and a tense and uneasy atmosphere permeated the air outside the cutting-edge technology laboratory.

Qin Yang stood at the window of his office on the top floor of the Kuiyin Enterprise, looking down at the lights of the crowd gathered in the distance, his brows furrowed slightly.

His phone screen was lit up, displaying a message from Diana: "Felicity said this is called 'milk tea,' and it tastes weird, but she likes it."

We're still in the mall; we'll go back later.

Qin Yang sighed, rubbed his temples, and muttered to himself, "That Amazonian princess really knows how to pick her time to go shopping..."

The office door was gently pushed open, and Oliver Quinn walked in, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and casually putting his other hand in his suit trouser pocket.

He glanced at Qin Yang, his tone slightly mocking: "What, worried your Amazon bodyguard got lost?"

Qin Yang turned around and glared at him irritably: "She's not a bodyguard, Oliver."

She is... Diana, a demigod from Paradise Island.

Do you think she'll get lost in the shopping mall in downtown?

Oliver shrugged, sat down on the sofa, and crossed his legs: "I don't know, Qin Yang."

Whether you're a demigod or an ordinary person, you'll have to adapt when you first come to modern society.

Don't you think she needs some...guidance? Like, perhaps she shouldn't see the mall security guards as defenders challenging her honor?

Qin Yang shook his head helplessly, walked to his desk and sat down, placing his hands on the table: "Is the Israeli immigration status you arranged really okay? Diana's background... it's not something you can just fool."

Oliver picked up his coffee, took a sip, and said casually, "Don't worry, my people are reliable."

Her identity documents clearly state: Diana Prince, from Tel Aviv, Israel, orphaned, single, with her investment advisor background already embedded in the system.

No one would doubt it unless she herself shouted in the street, "I am the daughter of Zeus, the king of the gods."

Qin Yang's lips twitched, and the image of Diana wielding the Lasso of Truth involuntarily flashed through his mind: "...She wouldn't go that far, would she?"

"who knows?"

Oliver shrugged, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "But seriously, Qin Yang, what are you planning to do with her? She's no ordinary person. If she stays in a place like Central City, she'll cause trouble sooner or later."

Look, tonight, the particle acceleration experiment at the cutting-edge technology laboratory has caused chaos in the city, with protesters almost blocking the roads.

If Diana gets involved, do you think she'll obediently listen to advice?

Qin Yang rubbed his temples, his voice tinged with weariness: "I'm already considering it."

Is your suggestion of a private tutor reliable? Who should I hire?

Oliver put down his coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and said in a serious tone, "I know someone named Linda Parker. She's a history professor at Gotham University, specializing in ancient civilizations and mythology."

She is low-key, clear-headed, and most importantly, she has some understanding of paranormal phenomena.

what do you think? "

Qin Yang pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Sounds good."

Give me her contact information, I'll talk to her tomorrow.

"Okay, I'll send it to you later."

Oliver paused, his gaze falling on Qin Yang, his tone becoming meaningful, "But Qin Yang, tell me honestly, why are you so concerned about Diana? Who is she to you...?"

Qin Yang was taken aback, then glared at him irritably: "Don't make wild guesses, Oliver."

She was a friend, a teammate, nothing more.

I just didn't want her to get into trouble because she didn't understand the world.

Oliver raised an eyebrow, giving him an "I get it" look.

His expression: "Okay, teammate."

Just like me and my 'teammates' in the Green Arrow crew, right?

Qin Yang ignored him, got up and walked to the French windows, his gaze once again fixed on the direction of the laboratory in the distance: "Let's get down to business, Oliver."

Do you think there will be problems with tonight's particle accelerator experiment? With so many protesters, can the lab's security hold up?

Oliver stood up, walked to Qin Yang's side, and said in a low voice, "It's hard to say."

Harrison Wells, the head of the cutting-edge technology lab, is a genius, but also quite obsessive.

His obsession with this experiment is unsettling.

My people have investigated; the core technology of the experiment involves high-energy particle collisions, which theoretically could change the foundations of physics, but the risks… nobody knows.”

Qin Yang frowned: "Risks? For example?"

"For example, energy runaway, explosion, or even worse."

Oliver's tone was grave. "I've sent John Digger to keep an eye on things. He'll let me know immediately if anything happens."

Qin Yang nodded, his gaze deep: "I hope nothing goes wrong."

The city center is already chaotic enough.

Just then, Qin Yang's phone vibrated. He looked down and saw it was a voice message from Felicity.

He tapped the phone, and Felicity's excited voice came through: "Qin Yang! You'll never believe it, Diana just tried on a leather jacket, it's super cool! She even said it's more comfortable than her armor! Haha, do you want to come over and check it out?"

Qin Yang's lips twitched, and he replied with a text message: "Take it easy, don't tear the mall down."

Oliver chuckled to himself, "Looks like they're having a lot of fun."

Aren't you going to pick them up?

Qin Yang shook his head: "Let them play."

Diana needed to relax, and Felicity could keep an eye on her.

I'm more worried about what's happening in the lab now.

Oliver patted him on the shoulder: "Relax, Qin Yang."

If something really happens, I'll handle it. You should think about how to decline my invitation.

You know the Green Arrow team needs you.

Qin Yang turned around, his tone firm: "Oliver, I've said it before, I have my own things to deal with."

There are still some problems in the town that haven't been resolved.

Oliver stared at him for a few seconds, then finally sighed: "Fine, I won't force you."

But remember, call me if you need help anytime.

"know."

Qin Yang nodded, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the window, where the lights of the laboratory in the distance seemed particularly dazzling in the night.

Meanwhile, outside the cutting-edge technology laboratory in the central city, the protesters' shouts grew louder and louder.

Reporters held microphones, camera lights flickered in the crowd, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

A young reporter passionately reports into the camera: "This is the Central City Cutting-Edge Technology Laboratory, where a particle acceleration experiment is about to begin tonight, but the protesters on site are clearly not buying it."

They believed that this experiment could bring unforeseen dangers…

In the crowd, a man wearing a baseball cap stood in a corner with his head down, a deep voice coming from his earpiece: "John, how's the situation?"

The man was John Digger, who replied in a low voice, "Not good, Oliver."

The crowd grew increasingly agitated, and the police began to deploy additional officers.

The lab has tight security, but if someone wanted to take advantage of the chaos, there would be too many opportunities.

Oliver's voice came through the earpiece: "Keep an eye on them, especially those suspicious-looking guys."

If anything happens, let me know immediately.

"clear."

John hung up the call and scanned the crowd, trying to spot anything unusual.

Inside the laboratory, Harrison Wells sat in a wheelchair, his gaze calmly fixed on the large screen in the control room.

The screen displayed the particle accelerator's operating data, and everything seemed to be under control.

A researcher approached and reported in a low voice, "Dr. Wells, all systems are normal. The main program is expected to start in an hour."

Wells nodded, his tone calm: "Very good."

Make sure all security protocols are in place; there can be no mistakes tonight.

The researcher hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Doctor, won't the crowd outside... affect the experiment?"

Wells' lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "Let them make a fuss."

The progress of science has never been halted by a few protests.

Meanwhile, in the forensic department of the Central City Police Department, Barry Allen was still processing the evidence in his hands.

His desk was piled high with documents, and next to him sat a cup of coffee that had gone cold.

Alice pushed open the door and walked in, holding a stack of new documents. She walked over with a smile and said, "Barry, are you still working overtime? Tonight is the big day for the particle acceleration experiment!"

Barry looked up, rubbed his eyes, and said with a wry smile, "Alice, how can I have time to look? These pieces of evidence are still waiting for me to analyze."

Alice pouted and put the file on the table: "Aren't you taking this too seriously? The whole city is talking about this, even my dad said it might be a world-changing experiment."

Don't you want to go and join the fun?

Barry shook his head helplessly. "I... I actually wanted to go, but Joe wouldn't let me, saying it was too dangerous."

Alice raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing: "Danger? Barry, you're our police department's forensic expert, what are you afraid of? Besides, haven't you always been particularly interested in science? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Barry hesitated for a moment, his gaze falling on a report on the table, his tone lowering: "I...I'm not afraid of danger, Alice, there's something I want to tell you."

Alice tilted her head curiously: "What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Barry took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and looked up directly into Alice's eyes: "Alice, I...I like you."

It's not the kind of liking that comes from friendship; it's... liking someone since childhood.

I know this might seem sudden, but I really don't want to hide it anymore.

Alice froze, her eyes wide open, as if she hadn't reacted yet.

A few seconds later, she laughed, walked over and gave Barry a big hug: "Barry, you really know how to pick your time to confess! But... thank you for telling me."

I've always considered you my best friend, you know that, right?

I... I'm a little confused right now. Can you give me some time to think about it?

Barry nodded, a wry smile on his face: "Okay...okay, Alice."

"...I just...don't want to miss another opportunity."

Alice patted his shoulder and said in a lighthearted tone, "Don't be so serious! Come on, pack your things, I'll take you to get some late-night snacks, how about it? You don't have to work overtime tonight."

Barry smiled, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings: "Okay... alright then."

Meanwhile, Qin Yang had already left Quinn Enterprises and was driving towards the town.

His phone rang again; this time it was a video call from Diana.

He answered the call, and Diana's face, tinged with curiosity, appeared on the screen against a brightly lit shopping mall backdrop.

"Qin Yang!"

Diana's voice was filled with excitement, "Felicity introduced me to something called 'pizza,' and it tasted...unique."

Have you ever tried it? She even called it humanity's 'post-war delicacy'?

Qin Yang couldn't help but laugh: "Pizza? Post-war cuisine? Felicity is talking nonsense again."

It's just a regular Italian dish; there's no post-war history involved.

Are you... alright? Didn't cause any trouble at the mall?

Diana frowned, looking somewhat displeased: "Why would I want to cause trouble? I just... find this world strange."

Everyone was buying things, but they didn't seem satisfied.

Qin Yang was stunned; he hadn't expected Diana to say something like that.

He softened his tone: "This world is indeed complex, Diana."

But take your time, I'm here, everything will be alright.

"By the way, when are you going back to Quinn Enterprises?"

Diana turned to look at Felicity, who was standing to the side, holding up a hat in front of a mirror.

Diana said with a smile, "Felicity said she wants to shop around a little longer."

She said she was looking for a pair of 'perfect high heels,' and I... didn't quite understand why she wanted high heels.

Qin Yang rubbed his temples and said helplessly, "Alright, be careful."

Call me immediately if anything happens. (End of Chapter)