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"Two Reverse Lightning Bolts?"
Barry Allen suddenly stood up straight.
I almost triggered the Speed Force.
"No wonder time undead have appeared!"
His gaze was fixed intently on the area below Ian's arm.
“I think you should… let it go… it’s poisonous.” Barry Allen even shrank back further, clearly terrified of the Time Wraith.
"If it weren't poisonous, I wouldn't like them at all."
Ian blinked.
He looked at his corroded armpits, and the experience points that the system was giving him from time to time were becoming less and less. He even felt that the "toxicity" of the Time Wraith was a bit weak.
"..."
Barry Allen was also unsure how to respond to Ian's statement.
He didn't even understand why Ian could still speak. Logically speaking, Ian should have been dead by now, since the Time Wraith is someone who kills anyone it touches.
Are Kryptonians really that powerful?
Barry Allen, who had never encountered this situation before, was clearly caught off guard by a gap in his knowledge.
"You saved us all, you must be exhausted. I can help you get some; I might not be afraid of the poison." Jordan's overly solicitous manner seemed suspiciously like he was up to no good.
"No, I have to use them to spur myself on. When I catch that Reverse Lightning, I'll make him deliver takeout to me 24/7."
Ian had already made a mental note of his feud with Reverse-Flash. This matter would take at least thirty years for Reverse-Flash to be resolved, as he felt that Reverse-Flash's suit was naturally suited for delivering food.
"???"
Barry Allen fell silent after hearing Ian's statement.
“You know I own a food delivery company? I’ve entrusted it to Uncle Bruce to manage,” Ian said to Barry Allen, preemptively taking over the reins.
Hear the words.
Barry Allen swallowed hard.
“I can’t… I can’t deliver food, I have other jobs.” He seemed afraid that Ian would drag him into delivering food too; the Flash’s thinking is sometimes just that peculiar.
"That's such a shame. You're my Uncle Barry—I'll buy you health insurance. Aren't you tempted? You can become a shareholder after working for me for thirty years."
Ian's allure made Barry Allen's lips twitch uncontrollably.
He wanted to faint again.
Just then, Jonathan, who had already made dozens of calls without anyone answering, walked back from the side with his phone in hand and a worried expression.
"I still can't get through to Dad on the phone."
He had a bad feeling.
“I’ll go find Dad right away.” Ian thought of Reverse-Flash’s words and felt a little uneasy. He grabbed the Flash’s suit that he had taken off and went to the burst water pipe to wash it.
The heads of Aquaman and Mera were still buried in the fish tank, blowing bubbles.
“You don’t actually need to do my laundry. You should go find Clark and Diana.” Barry Allen awkwardly sat down on the concrete in the ruins, helped by Jonathan.
He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Actually, my leg will be fully healed soon. I can wash my own clothes, and I might be able to help you guys later."
The Flash has always been very passionate about being a superhero.
however.
The sound of water could still be heard not far away.
no respond.
After a while.
Ian walked out, shaking his wet hands, followed by a guilty-looking Jordan—the burly boy holding a wad of cash in his left hand and a familiar chainsaw in his right.
"No rush, Uncle Barry, take good care of your injury."
Ian flashed a sunny smile. "My Franklin has already told Jordan that he'll make sure your legs stay in Schrödinger's ideal condition."
The youngest son of the Kent family seemed quite understanding.
however.
Barry Allen, however, was not happy at all.
"What are you doing?"
Barry Allen dared not look any longer, fearing he might brace himself with his hands and use his superhuman speed to escape—he saw that the boy in the distance had already put on his uniform.
To be precise, it was like forcibly stuffing herself into his uniform.
The red and gold bodysuit stretched grotesquely into Ian's body, and the mask hung askew behind his head. The ill-fitting uniform gave off a rather cheap vibe.
“Clearly, I’m now a core member of the Justice League—The Flash.” Ian had found a way to join the Justice League, and he once again used his traditional skills.
A master hacker.
There is no account that Ian cannot steal in this world; there are only accounts he wants to steal or hasn't yet attempted to steal. The previous Batman incident has already successfully demonstrated just how sophisticated his account-stealing methods are.
The world only knows superheroes.
Nobody cares who the person under the superhero costume is.
uniform.
That's the true nature of heroes!
"??????" Barry's mouth formed an "O" shape. This bothered him even more than seeing Iris on a date with another man—at least that time the other woman wasn't wearing his battle suit!
“I am the Flash!” Barry protested weakly.
“Who would know if I wore the uniform?” Ian blinked and began wrapping the exposed wires around his body. “The Justice League can’t do without me—I mean, it can’t do without the Flash.”
He promptly corrected his statement, and his good second brother immediately began to play the straight man.
“I know that. The Flash is an indispensable member of the Justice League, just like the 3D zone can’t do without My Little Pony!” Good Second Brother’s words silenced everyone in the room.
This also includes Ian.
As if realizing he had said the wrong thing, Jordan quickly ran to Jonathan—the gentlest of the family's older brothers was helping the fish tank, whose injuries seemed beyond repair.
“Ian said that Atlanteans use seaweed to heal their wounds. He couldn’t find any seaweed, but he gave me this seaweed.” Jonathan was sticking seaweed onto the two superheroes in the fish tank.
Like the same kind of seaweed snack as Boli Nori.
"let me help you."
Jordan is prepared to ostrich in this area.
however.
"You have to stay and watch over Uncle Barry!"
Ian called him back again.
With no other option, Jordan returned to the ruins of the living room, sat down next to Barry Allen, and placed the chainsaw he was carrying—which he wasn't going to leave empty-handed—on Barry Allen's lap.
"Sorry, Uncle Barry, Ian gave too much..." Jordan began to apologize in advance as Barry Allen trembled. Knowing that the brat was capable of anything, Barry Allen quickly looked at Ian again.
"But you don't have the Speed Force, how can you be the Flash?" Barry Allen was too busy complaining to care anymore. He stared helplessly at Ian, who was hanging wires on his body.
“I can pretend I have it.”
Ian pulled out his miniature nuclear reactor, connected it, and debugged it. Then, blue arcs of electricity appeared on his body, which he eventually turned into yellow arcs.
“Few people know that I’m actually a top student.” Ian spoke softly, feeling the electric current stimulating his body, without any boasting in his tone.
Berserker Experience +1
He increased the current.
The electric arcs on his body intensified.
The damage is not high.
"Your brother's about to be electrocuted!" The Flash smelled the scent of his own suit. He frantically shook the boy sitting next to him, using a chainsaw to subdue his broken leg.
Barry Allen felt his suit was beyond repair, but he didn't want Superman's youngest son to be ruined too.
“Ian has his own plans.” Jordan didn’t move, as steady as a mountain, the chainsaw firmly pointed at Barry’s cast. He and Jonathan both knew who the smartest kid in the family was.
“That’s right, I have my own plan. Uncle Barry, now that you’ve lost your physical form, I don’t blame you for not recognizing this as my Speed Force resonance. That’s how magnanimous the Flash is.”
Ian's voice also successfully incorporated electronic music elements.
He couldn't make his muscles tremble to that indistinct degree, but fortunately, the Flash's classic hood only allowed his mouth to be exposed.
As long as the mouth can tremble, that's fine.
“Well? There’s always a way. This time, we’re definitely not going to get beaten up because Ian is still at home, but the Flash will go to support the Justice League, who are incredibly loyal to him.” Ian first glanced at the dumbfounded bootleg Flash, then looked seriously at his second brother.
"It's time to say your lines."
He gave a quiet reminder.
"oh oh."
Jordan quickly lowered his voice after realizing what was happening.
“Run, Ian, run…you are the fastest man in the world.” His tone was so dramatic that Barry Allen, standing beside him, straightened his neck and made a very interesting expression.
"It's starting! Run!"
Ian simply tied the thighs of the two time undead to his own legs—the wildly writhing time undead carried him away; four legs are definitely faster than two.
"Whoosh!"
Ian has truly succeeded in finding a way to steal the speed that only the fastest can possess without paying a price—the outside of his two legs shimmer with the true Speed Force!
"Bang~"
Ian crashed through the wall.
It's as if they've become speedsters as well.
He ran very fast.