Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 335: Ginger is still spicier when old

“Um, Dr. Wells, could the lab perhaps make a slight adjustment to my diet?”

“No, Mr. Allen, if you came all the way from the police station just for this, then I suggest you hurry back to the police station before Joe finds out you skipped work.”

Dr. Wells spoke to Barry with a cold, expressionless face. Neither Cisco nor Caitlin dared to interrupt; they knew perfectly well that the tone indicated the doctor was angry.

“No, no, I mean, I’ve discovered an easier way,” Barry explained. “I don’t need to eat as much. There’s a kind of chocolate that can quickly restore my energy, just one piece is enough.”

Wells frowned almost imperceptibly.

From the moment Barry Allen gained the Speed ​​Force, he did a lot of research on related matters. Wells wouldn't say he knew everything about the Speedsters, but he was certainly omniscient. But what Barry meant by "chocolate"...
“I’ve never even heard of such a thing,” Wells replied. “Since you started having hypoglycemia, I’ve looked up all the information about high-energy foods, and I’m pretty sure that even if you just drank straight from a bucket of chocolate, you’d have to finish at least a dozen buckets.”

"If someone tells you that a single piece of chocolate is enough to restore your strength, it's probably just because they don't know you. But if you believe that yourself, it only shows that you don't understand yourself or science."

"No, no, no, I've tried it and it works. What Old Ma said is true. I even bought an extra one—Cisco, could you help me test this chocolate?"

When Wells heard the familiar name, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it the owner of that snack truck again?"

"Uh, it was him. I saw him setting up a stall in front of the police station."

"interesting."

A playful glint appeared in Wells' eyes: "Since the explosion, a peculiar foreign figure has appeared in Midtown City. He also happens to be at the police station and near the Star Labs. And the things he makes just happen to be what you all like. If his stall location is really that coincidental, I'd like to meet this top pastry chef who likes to set up a stall on the street."

Wells' voice came through the monitor clearly. Although he was somewhat prepared for his reaction, Ma Zhaodi, standing at the police station entrance, still felt a chill run down his spine when he heard his tone.

"Damn, they're so perceptive. The moment I peek out, they spot me immediately."

But in the end, it's better to guide than to suppress. If he can't successfully transform his identity from a "suspicious person hiding his face" to an "interesting NPC with a bit of backstory," then in the foreseeable future, he will definitely be taken down as a suspicious person—Ma Zhaodi knows Wells' style all too well.

Extremely calm and rational, extremely protective of the current Flash, and extremely ruthless.

“There’s one more thing, Barry,” Dr. Wells continued, “You fainted at Steiger’s awards ceremony yesterday, didn’t you?”

A sudden sense of unease arose in Ma Zhaodi's mind.

“Steig caught his attention? But why? Denton didn’t show up at all; his abilities shouldn’t even be known to anyone.”

“A three-wheeled vehicle.” He immediately asked, “That security chief didn’t leak Denton’s information, did he?”

"No, Denton Black has not yet revealed his abilities to anyone."

"Understood." Ma Zhaodi immediately locked onto the target: "It was Gideon who did it."

"That AI that stores 24 years of news?"

“That’s right. We can indirectly learn about any information the doctor gets outside the lab. The only place we haven’t dared to access or monitor is the secret room—we need to warn Denton.”

In the Starry Sky Laboratory, Barry was momentarily stunned by the doctor's question.

“Yes, Iris and I went to Steiger’s award ceremony. She was writing a paper, and I just wanted to see some new medical breakthroughs—and then we saw several men with guns running out of the venue.”

"Run away?"

"Correct."

"Those people didn't rob, didn't kill, didn't commit any crimes, and just ran away with guns?" "Yes."

"Then why do you think they went to the venue?"

"Uh, the police are investigating too, but we can't be sure because they haven't done anything."

"You're wrong, Barry."

The doctor couldn't help but laugh: "It's precisely because we haven't done anything that we can be sure."

"They were a group of people, and they were carrying guns, so they were planning a violent act."

"It's easy to guess without checking. Most of the people on the list that day must have been powerful and influential figures. If they wanted money, they could have easily arranged robbery and kidnapping in one go. So the other party wasn't after money—how many security guards were there?"

"Uh, I don't know, but only one security guard chased after them."

"They had an absolute firepower advantage over the security guards, but they didn't make a move, which shows that the other party is smart or has a certain moral sense; he didn't want to make a big fuss to avoid attracting the attention of the police, or he simply didn't want to kill anyone."

"So he wasn't after the money, but someone, specifically someone in the meeting room—but he abandoned the plan halfway through."

"There are two possibilities. One is that it was a hired killing, but the killer is not a mercenary. They prefer assassinations and do not like such a high-profile operation. The second possibility is a revenge killing, but the target of the revenge killing is not there, or the killer has given up the hatred on his own initiative."

"Barry, how many people are on the other side? Think it through before you speak."

"I saw six people. The security guard also said he saw six people run out of the six venue entrances, get into a van, and finally run out of the back alley."

"What about the surveillance cameras in the back alley?"

"No."

Would a well-prepared and meticulously planned gang abandon their operation if it were going smoothly? Would a group of murderers who had long planned to kill hesitate when it came time to carry out their plan?

"Won't."

"So their target wasn't the venue—Barry, who left early during the awards ceremony?"

Barry was completely stunned when Wells asked this question.

"Mr. Steiger and his security chief left early."

Wells' lips curled up, a cold glint hidden in his eyes.

"We've got you covered."

Following the doctor's suggestion, Barry left the chocolate in the lab and ran back to the Central City Police Department.

"Barry? I thought you'd forgotten it's Tuesday."

Joe, seeing Barry rushing around, felt displeased: "I've told you many times, focus on your work—"

But Barry, unusually, didn't let Joe finish speaking and interrupted him directly.

"Joe, someone wants to kill Mr. Steiger!"

(End of this chapter)