I became light in American comics

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Kara's progress is certainly gratifying, but it also serves as a wake-up call for Shen You.

The data once again taught him just how overpowered the Kryptonians were. This was just the beginning; it was hard to say how high his stats would rise once he got enough sun and reached a high level.

This experience once again reminded Shen You that he could not be complacent and that as a trainee Ultraman, he still had a long way to go.

Back in the lab that evening, one of the many projects he was working on simultaneously made progress.

Research on the Speed Force.

Contact with the Speed Field allowed him to develop his own understanding of the unique spacetime rules of the DC Universe. Based on this knowledge, Shen You's use of light energy enabled him to significantly improve the efficiency of Mach movement, thus achieving an explosive increase in speed.

But the deeper he delved into the subject, the more he realized that what he had learned on his first attempt was only the tip of the iceberg. Further study should allow him to acquire much more.

Tonight, he detected yet another anomalous spatial signal.

But unlike before, this time the signal matched a certain energy signature he had recorded.

That was the energy reaction of the Speed Force.

"Such a high reading, Pal, track the location for me."

"Already doing it."

Pal was extremely efficient, and the energy reaction was quickly marked on the map.

It's Midtown again.

"I took it upon myself to compile some intelligence information from the vicinity of Midtown and speculated that this abnormal reading might be related to this."

A news report was displayed on the screen; the date was a month ago.

Lightning strikes Midtown Police Department's sterile lab, leaving researchers in a coma.

Chapter 118 "Nothing More Than That"

A large door creaked open, and a man stood in the doorway, his shadow cast long, long on the floor by the light from outside.

His name was Floyd Lawton, but he preferred to be called by his nickname when he was at work.

Death Shooter.

He was the best marksman on Earth, especially skilled in sniping, known for his unerring accuracy. He also originally held the title of "World's Best Assassin," but recently a madman calling himself "Deathstroke" has emerged in the industry.

That reckless madman recently pulled off several shocking heist jobs, and there were even rumors that he had boasted, "As long as the money's right, I can kill even a god." Many of his clients lauded him, with many believing he was the world's best assassin.

Laotun disagreed with this.

He felt that most of the rumors were exaggerated. One day he would get the chance to have a good showdown with Deathstroke and show everyone who was truly number one in the industry.

But not today.

He's here today for a big order. He doesn't know who the client is yet, only that they're very generous, with an eight-figure advance payment. This has piqued Lawton's interest in the business, and he'd be happy to make the trip just for the advance payment.

But when he arrived at the designated location, he found only a dark, empty room, without a single ghost in sight.

mischief?

But what kind of madman would spend so much money on a prank?

“I have been waiting for you, human.”

A somber voice echoed from the darkness.

Death Shooter turned around at the sound and suddenly froze.

He saw a gorilla.

Yes, that's right, it's a gorilla. It's huge, muscular, with a massive skeleton, thick skin, and thick, dark fur.

I was momentarily stunned by the fatigue.

"You're a monkey."

"Ape!" the gorilla snapped angrily. "Foolish humans can never tell the difference."

"You're still talking."

"Of course I'm talking. Are you deaf or what?" the gorilla said with a look of disdain.

"Okay, my client is a talking gorilla."

Lawton, being a well-traveled and experienced top assassin, quickly accepted this premise.

Rule #101 of the Killer: Never care about your client's background, as long as they pay you, even if they're just a talking gorilla.

“I’ve heard you’re the best assassin.” The gorilla narrowed its eyes. “You’d better not disappoint me, human.”

"of course."

When the topic turned to professional fatigue, he immediately became confident, revealing a cold and professional expression.

"You just need to tell me where and who to kill."

He paused, frowned, and suddenly thought of something.

"Wait a minute, is my assassination target going to be a gorilla? Let me be clear, that might be a bit difficult. Because to me, all gorillas look pretty much the same; I might not be able to tell them apart."

The gorilla let out a loud "humph," and its nostrils twitched.

"Of course not. The great king wants to kill a human. If it weren't for the fact that acting in the human world would be too conspicuous, we would have taken action ourselves."

“You have another king,” Lawton frowned. “So, is his name Caesar, and he’s planning to conquer the earth?”

The gorilla stared at him expressionlessly.

"Alright, back to the mission. Who am I supposed to kill?"

“A human being, in the city you call Midtown.”

The gorilla dropped a small ball. The metal sphere rolled twice, emitting light on the floor and creating a three-dimensional projection.

Lawton raised an eyebrow again.

A gorilla that uses high technology... that's even more magical.

The projected image showed a handsome blond young man wearing a lab coat, who appeared somewhat shy.

“Barry Allen from Midtown, a researcher at the Midtown Police Department’s forensic lab.” The gorilla looked at Deadshot. “Can you do it?”

"I thought you wanted me to kill some nobody."

Lawton chuckled confidently.

"The mission will be completed by this time tomorrow. Reward."

"Rewards are not an issue. What Wang Neng has promised you is more than you can imagine," the gorilla said coldly. "But don't underestimate him. This human might be a little different."

“He’s no different to me.” Lawton smiled confidently.

The Batman in Gotham is rumored to be incredibly powerful. But Lawton met him last month and thought he was just so-so.

He talks such big, but after his car was blown up and he got beaten up, he still managed to escape.

It was nothing more than spending a month in the hospital with his whole body wrapped in bandages and in a cast after he came back.

Batman?

Ha, that's all.

"When a person is killed, they die."

Lawton drew his sidearm and confidently twirled it in his hand.

"As long as you know who the target is, anyone is just a matter of one shot."

Any target locked by the Death Shooter is doomed to die, without exception.

Could he possibly dodge my bullets?

"hope so."

The gorilla gave a dull groan and retreated back into the darkness.

"Waiting for your message."

Midtown, a fast food restaurant.

"A beef burger, a cheeseburger, boneless fried chicken, crispy chicken nuggets, a hot dog, a salad, and a creamy mushroom pasta."

Barry Allen rattled off the menu, while the cashier frantically scribbled on a piece of paper, her pen moving so fast it seemed to leave afterimages, but she still couldn't keep up with his speed.

A month ago, he was struck by lightning in the lab. After spending a month in bed and being told by doctors that he might never wake up again, he miraculously woke up a few days ago and made a full recovery at a speed that even the doctors found incredible, and is now able to get out of bed and run around.

However, since then, he has been feeling very hungry these days.

"Well, that's all for now. Hey? Why are you wet?"

"Oh, no. It's nothing."

The shop assistant, panting heavily after writing three full pages of notes, brushed a strand of hair from her forehead that was stuck with sweat.

"Just to confirm, sir, are you waiting for a friend?"

Barry blinked.

No, why?

"So, are you eating all of this by yourself?" The clerk looked at the three pages filled with notes with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, yes. I don't know why, but my appetite has been particularly good lately."

The shop assistant opened her mouth.

Eating enough food for several people by oneself, and all of it being high in oil and calories.

You call this a good appetite?