The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

As a superhero of Central City, how could he not have an old rival?

The Rogues' Javelin, Captain Cold, and Captain Boomerang had already been secretly eyeing Old Man Barry's house.

Even the group of police officers who rushed there earlier went to Barry's residence because of their tip-off.

The old Death Shooter carried an anti-tank rocket launcher and a mortar on his back.

He frowned slightly, staring intently at the small house ahead, assembled the mortar, placed it on the ground, and aimed it with his thumb.

"OK, the direction is correct."

"Then let's fire! Kill that damned Flash!" Captain Cold said, standing next to him with a ferocious expression.

The members of the Rogues gang absolutely hated Barry the Flash.

If it weren't for this kid, how could they have been caught by those brain-dead American police officers?

It's fair to say that most of the people present were defeated by The Flash, and some even ended up in jail because of him.

He suffered a lot of torture in prison.

Now, they've gathered together to exact a severe revenge on The Flash, Barry.

Make sure this guy dies a horrible death!

"Kill this bastard!!" Javelin said viciously from the side.

He wore a blue and white combat uniform, with two small frames at his waist containing sharp metal javelins, specifically for storing his weapons.

Standing next to him was Captain Boomerang, who had two sharp boomerangs on his chest and wore a blue jacket.

"Kill that damn guy, and your reward will be deposited into your account! Little Floyd!"

Deadshot frowned slightly as he watched Broken Bat, Wonder Woman, and the others enter the Flash Barry's house.

"Our mission is to kill only one person, The Flash, Barry, right?" His voice suddenly rang out.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Captain Han asked in surprise.

"But there are other people in his house now."

"Come on, you're the strongest mercenary. So what if there are others? As long as your plan succeeds, that son of a bitch Flash is dead for sure!" Javelin said excitedly.

He couldn't help but groan at the thought of the Flash, Barry, becoming a cold corpse.

To be honest, the Flash still casts a huge shadow over them.

After all, they are the fastest men. If they were to face the terrifying Flash alone, they would have no chance of defeating him.

"The money you're paying me is only enough to kill one person, not enough to kill anyone else," Deathshooter said, shaking his head.

He was a mercenary with principles; he would kill whoever his employer ordered him to kill.

We won't kill even one more, because that would be a different price.

"Then what are you going to do?" Captain Han's expression immediately turned somewhat grim.

He didn't understand. Didn't a mercenary like Death Shooter indiscriminately kill innocent people?

When will a notorious mercenary, wanted by more than a dozen countries, become a good person?

"What do you want in return for helping us kill The Flash, Barry?" Captain Boomerang asked.

“Killing others is fine too, more money.” Death Shooter stretched out his hand, making a gesture of adding money.

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Captain Han breathed a sigh of relief; he thought this guy was going to back out of the job!

"It's just asking for more money! We just robbed a bank of seven million dollars, you can ask for as much as you want!"

“Yes, three people just went in, each with $500,000.”

"Fine, as long as you can kill The Flash, Barry!"

Death Shooter nodded and immediately loaded the shell into the mortar.

boom!!

With a deafening roar, the shell slammed into the Flash Barry's house, unleashing a massive burst of flames.

The entire house was instantly reduced to countless ruins, with wood chips flying everywhere, and the terrifying impact sending dust flying.

Even Bruce the Broken Bat and Louise, who were inside, hadn't realized that their house had been bombed.

"Ah!!" Louise screamed instinctively.

However, before she could finish screaming, everything seemed to freeze, including her thoughts.

Crackle!

The blue Speed ​​Force stirred in the air, and the Flash, Barry, quickly led Lois to a large tree some distance away.

Wonder Woman and Broken Bat stood like frozen wax figures in the slowly crumbling house.

The only consciousness that could keep up with the Flash, Barry, was White Wave, which was attached to the tattered Bat's body.

Having absorbed a significant number of souls from Gotham, Bai Lang's split soul is now able to slightly influence reality.

Therefore, he was also able to emerge from the body of the Broken Bat and observe the various changes that occurred around him when the Flash, Barry, used the Speed ​​Force.

"Unlike my negative speed force, the speed force reacts to changes in its surroundings as if there were intense friction between electrodes, bursting out with astonishing and terrifying speed."

With just one glance, he analyzed the essence of why the Speed ​​Force could achieve such terrifying speed.

"And...and those guys, I think I see some familiar faces..." His gaze fell on the rooftop of a building not far away.

Deadshot and Captain Cold were standing there, with a mortar turret in front of them.

"These must have been the people who wanted Broken Bat and Wonder Woman dead... They must be the ones who can defeat this Cosmic Flash."

"Hmm... I'll wait until Bruce catches these criminals, kills them all, and then gives me their souls..."

He looked up at the sky, which was growing increasingly red, and at the edge of this red expanse was a massive planet burning with flames.

Apokolips and Darkseid.

He was also eager to know whether he could defeat Darkseid, given his immense power that allowed him to easily destroy a star with a single move.

"However, it seems that Darkseid exists in the multiverse only as avatars; his true form doesn't seem to exist in the real universe..."

He recalled a guess he had made about Darkseid in his previous life.

"Who cares? Anyway, the Flash, Barry, can reboot this universe."

Shaking his head to dismiss these thoughts, Bai Lang once again attached himself to the tattered bat.

Almost immediately, Broken Bat, Wonder Woman, and the others appeared under a large tree.

Ahead of them, the Flash Barry's house was exploding and crumbling until it became a complete ruin.

"...Did we cause that?" Louise asked uncertainly.

She remembered that she was just sitting in the house of The Flash, Barry, right?

How come you're out here now?

In the end what happened?

Broken Bat glanced at The Flash, Barry, without batting an eye; his dread for this superhero had reached its peak.

Although he knew Barry the Flash was fast, he didn't expect him to be this fast!!

To put it in perspective, he hadn't even realized what was happening before he found himself here, while The Flash Barry's house was reduced to ruins.

If he were to face someone with that terrifying speed, he would have absolutely no way to deal with this guy.

But what if this guy has his eye on Gotham?

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the tattered bat.

Gotham is his, and he will never let anyone else take it from him again!

Just as his house was being bombed, The Flash, Barry, discovered the despicable thugs who had attacked his house.

He turned his head and looked in that direction. There were several people standing on the rooftop, clapping and even cheering.

Cheers to Central City's superhero, the world's fastest man, The Flash Barry, who was killed by their ridiculous cannonballs.

His face immediately darkened. This house was left to him by his parents and had been there for forty or fifty years.

Now, it has become a ruin.

Anger, an overwhelming rage, erupted from his chest.

"Unforgivable! You damned bastards! Go to hell, all of you!!"

Chapter 194 Immortals Ranked in Countless Formations, Talented Individuals Gather in Florida

The Flash, Barry, is a somewhat cowardly person.

At least in this dark universe, he was somewhat timid and always polite when interacting with others.

I have never provoked anyone or started any trouble.

Furthermore, because Broken Bat was imprisoned by the Angel of Death for thirty years, the Justice League was not formed, and he stayed in Central City for thirty years.

Over the course of thirty years, the nerves of this elderly Barry have become somewhat fragile.

Although they appear to be friendly and kind on the surface, they are actually on the verge of erupting like a volcano at any moment.

And now, it is time for his volcano to erupt.

Seeing his house reduced to countless ruins, with burning wood chips flying in the air, old Barry felt his anger intensify.

Almost instantly, the gray-haired Flash transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, rushing towards Captain Cold and Deadshot.

Bang! Bang!

The muffled sounds continued, interspersed with the cries and howls of pain from several thugs.

"Shit! Flash, if you don't kill me today, next time... Ouch, don't hit me there..." Captain Cold said, clutching his lower body, his face contorted in pain.

"Fuck! Death Shooter, you..." Javelin on the other side wanted to complain that Death Shooter was completely unprofessional, actually letting the mission target escape.

But the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his lower body, accompanied by a faint sound of something breaking.

Javelin, who was about to complain, turned pale and curled up on the ground like a boiled shrimp.