The Flash Knight

Chapter 225 Standards
There was a shake on the TV screen, a gust of wind blew past, a yellow arc appeared, and a red figure firmly held Snart against the railing.

"What do you want!!!" Barry yelled angrily.

The people in Midtown exclaimed, and the Flash was on camera, letting everyone see his anger.

The tender and beautiful live broadcast host kept putting the microphone into their mouths nervously.

"Flash, he didn't tell you, what do I want to do?" Snart sneered, he was pressed against the railing by Barry, he looked embarrassed, but in fact, everything was under control with his words and expressions.

Barry's complexion changed, and he couldn't help but think of what Lin Li said. He consciously lightened his hand, and was pushed slightly by Snart. Barry took a step back, watched Snart tidy up calmly, and straightened his tuxedo.

At this moment, Snart's cell phone rang.

"I saw him, he came as promised." The voice of the weather wizard Mark came out from inside, very cautious and serious.

"Mark, just save your life. He doesn't dare to kill you." Snart hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Immediately, Snart opened his hands, facing the camera, and said loudly next to Barry: "Everyone in Midtown, I believe everyone is familiar with this superhero, Flash. When we were in the city, he stood up and saved countless people."

"Let's give him some applause." The applause of four people was dryly heard at the scene, and they all looked at Barry with a smile on their faces.

"Today, we'll be measuring superhero eligibility for residents across Midtown."

"Let's see if Flash is the real hero."

Several people were present and laughed. Barry stood at the scene like a clown being watched.

"I will cooperate with whatever you want to do. You let my father go first."

Barry gritted his teeth and clenched his fists angrily. He didn't dare to say Joe's name, because the camera was on him now, and if he was noticed by someone with a heart, he would suffer a catastrophe sooner or later.

When the audience in Midtown in front of the TV heard this scene, they couldn't help feeling awe-inspiring, and a trace of sadness arose.

"Yes, it depends on your choice." Snart said with a smile.

James Jessie came forward, with messy hair and eyes that teased all beings at any time, with a half-hearted smile, bringing a chill to people. He called himself a magician, and he was a vicious bomb Madman, murderer.

"Snart, let me show some tricks, let our flash enjoy it." He grinned, a little nervous.

Snart froze, staring at the magician. It was not originally planned that he would come out to show any tricks, this crazy and perverted fanatic.

"You have 8 minutes, we don't have much time." Snart smiled and agreed. He turned and walked to the side, sitting in a corner with Heat Wave, and handed over the home court to the magician.

The magician was a little surprised. He didn't expect Snart to agree so easily. He thought he would use bombs to force something. From the very beginning, the relationship between the two was not about superiors and subordinates, nor was it mutual use. It was just Snart. Te rescued the magician from prison, and the magician provided him with a bomb, and the matter was settled.

The magician stayed to participate in this event just because he likes this kind of exciting and high-sighted things, and he was ready to steal the show, but he didn't expect Snart to compromise so easily, which is even better.

The magician smiled slyly at Barry: "A fun trick is coming, time is running out, let's get to the point."

"You are their boss!" Barry saw that Snart's team didn't seem to be that harmonious, and his mind turned sharply.

"Quack, no one will care about this little trick of alienation. The good show has begun." The magician said.

The second generation of magicians, a 25-year-old boy, held a gun, pointed at a wealthy white man in his 40s, and a man in a waiter's uniform, and dragged them out.

Both hands and feet were tied, and they drank the medicine prepared by the magician early in the morning. Now they are weak and weak, and they can only wait to be slaughtered soberly.

"NO, you want money, let me go, I'll give you money, I'll give you money, please..." the white man pleaded.

"Damn, what do you want to do." The male waiter said angrily.

The magician tightened the camera lens in front of him, and said nervously: "Start now, the hero's choice."

"The first choice, class."

"He is a rich man with assets of more than one million, he is in the upper class, he is the elite of human beings, or he is a moth. These are not important. The most important thing is that he is rich and thinks he is in this society. Above ordinary people." He pulled the camera back to the rich man, and the rich man was so frightened that tears and nose flowed in the face of this crazy murderer.

Then the magician turned the camera to the waiter again.

"He is a waiter, whose wealth is not comparable to that of the rich. He is the most common type of person in this society. He is a completely ordinary person. He may not have contributed anything to society, or he may be a rioter in society. He is a part of the composition of human beings in an uncertain society, these are not important, in the eyes of those upper-level humans, he is an ant, the most important thing is that he has no money."

"The wealthy human beings of the elite VS the waiter human beings of the ordinary bottom."

"Rich vs. Poor."

"Only one of them survived."

"Choose, Flash, you have ten seconds."

After the magician finished speaking, he laughed wildly. This is really a pleasant choice.

"ten"

The viewers who were watching the live TV broadcast felt a chill in their hearts. This kind of choice, what kind of choice?While chilling, countless people also want to know how the Flash is chosen and what is the standard for a superhero to be a hero.

There are many civilians who hope that the Flash will choose the waiter. At this moment, the waiter is a symbol of ordinary common people. They are huge in number and form the lowest level of this social group, but they are often the most bitter and tiring. They live like dogs. They yearn for The Flash can be on their side, be a public, grassroots hero, kindle that little bit of hope.

Rich or poor, is life different in the eyes of superheroes?
Barry was stunned. When he came here, he was already mentally prepared that Snart would make things difficult for him. Until he actually faced this moment, the kind and benevolent Barry was still at a loss.

The microphone was stretched out in front of Barry, the host, everyone is looking forward to it, how will this be chosen?

"Nine"

How should this be chosen?Barry looked bewildered.

"Eight"

"NO..."

"Seven"

"Save me, save me..." Regal.

"six"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..." the waiter.

"Fives"

"NO, it's not an option..." Barry shook his head.

"Four"

Seeing the magician's playful counting smile, Barry's eyes instantly burst into anger.

"three"

"It's not the difference between the rich and the poor. It's life. Life doesn't matter whether it's high or low. No one has the right to deprive others of their lives!!" Barry yelled at the magician with red eyes.

"two"

The magician grinned softly and counted, ignoring Barry's roar, watching the superhero's struggle, just like the despair he had when he killed the two police officers, it was intoxicating.

"One"

(End of this chapter)