DC Tyrant

Islands off Indonesia.

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Among the jungle.

The shrubs are overgrown, the trees are abnormally tall and lush due to the abnormal magnetic field, and the enchanting and bright piranhas emit a strong aroma.

In the sun, gloomy rays of light are cast from the cracks in the leaves, the cool wind blows in from between the leaves, and the faint rustling sound can be heard endlessly.

The hot methane rising from the ground, accompanied by muffled thunder, will easily make people feel uneasy.

'boom! Boom...'

The sky is full of explosive anger at any time, and the thunder is rumbling in the dark clouds. Every moment, it roars impatiently and explodes with a loud noise. Here, this is the norm.

An active fiery red-billed ground cuckoo suddenly flew to the branch. This is a kind of bird with brown upper body, dark blue lower body and tail, yellow upper beak, red lower beak, and a small black dot on the tip of the beak. It is a beautiful equatorial color bird. Lively and lightly beating on the branches, his eyes are slender, like black gems, staring spiritually at the ground.

'Crack...'

Bruce's thick-soled black combat boots were covered with mud and dead leaves along the way, and half of the upper was dirty. He stepped on a branch and raised his head. Through the gloomy light from the dense forest trees, he saw this The strange bird, with a gloomy face, ran towards the dense forest even faster.

Behind him, Barry had multiple burns on his face and body. His flesh was overcooked and charred. Before that, they had tried twice to make Barry the Flash.

Obviously, it was not lucky that Barry did not become the Flash. Bruce's way of controlling the current and the chemical potions configured were not enough to make Barry the Flash.

Barry... needs the natural thunder and lightning between heaven and earth, the ability that the Speed ​​Force has given him.

Feeling the sudden acceleration and ups and downs, Barry opened his eyes in a daze, weak and weak from a coma. Now his body is very bad. Various chemical potions have corroded his internal organs, making his bones feel sour. A trace of strength.

"Has he... chased him?"

Barry moaned indistinctly.

Bruce had lived with him for several years and knew Barry from memory, making out what Barry was saying even in the faintest of voices.

"Steady!"

Bruce didn't answer directly. After giving an order, he buried his head and quickly opened up a dense forest road with his feet. Shrubs move forward.

The fiery red-billed ground cuckoo on the tall branch chirped, spread its wings as if mocking, and began to fly flexibly among the branches, performing fancy acrobatics, jumping, and advancing with Bruce.

As it expected, when it jumped to a branch, a small black shadow arrived ahead of time, and the flaming-billed cuckoo seemed to bump into it by itself.

There was a sound of 'whoosh'.

A small arrow, sent from Bruce's arm, shot straight at the jumping Red-billed Cuckoo, at a perfect angle, at a position predicted in advance.

The fiery red-billed cuckoo seemed to be stunned, and froze in disbelief.

It was pierced by arrows, and its feathers fluttered hazy under the gloomy light. Drops of blood splashed out among the emerald green leaves. The small arrow flew towards the sky, and it fell to the ground.

This fiery red-billed ground cuckoo fell to the ground where the dead leaves were piled up, and died just like that.

Bruce didn't say a word, the sky was cloudy and thunderous, the icy wind passed by with the irritating air molecules, stimulating the pores of his skin to be cold, and the weak heat rising from the ground made him feel hot, his body The footsteps did not stop, quickly trampled on the dead leaves and bushes, protected Barry, and ran quickly, and at some necessary corners, threw a few inconspicuous small bombs, setting extremely powerful traps.

In this kind of running and fleeing with danger, Barry was shaking up and down behind Bruce, as if he had woken up his spirit a little. The cooked meat also brought tearing pain, which made him groan.

He was in pain, and after cracking and moaning, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"He has become better than anyone we know..."

"Polite, well-groomed, straight lumbar, unsmiling, a British gentleman, that's how he is!"

As Bruce ran faster and faster, Barry stumbled and spoke vaguely, as if muttering to himself before dying, reviewing the course of his life.

The wind was a bit cool, with icy coldness, and it blew slightly, irritating the skins of the two of them.

Bruce's arms spread out, resisting a branch with spikes. The branch passed through the shallow and close-fitting Kellaf armor on Bruce's arm, making a slight sound. This branch, bent, bounced heavily , In the end, without touching Barry's body, it bounced back to its original shape.

"That's not him!"

Bruce said in a low voice.

That guy, in his memory, is mean, shameless, cheap, unscrupulous, sloppy, drinking, gambling, prostitution, no character, disgusting to many people, and when important things happen, he is trustworthy guy, but definitely not an English gentleman.

Pameloti twisted him and turned him into a tool.

"The education of Pamelodi is really frightening!"

Barry's internal organs felt weak, as if his internal organs were so weak that they were so weak that they were old.

He leaned on Bruce's back, his eyes began to blur, and he could feel the horror of Pamelodi. They had been fleeing for several years. Just his subordinates, he and others were extremely dangerous, and almost died several times.

Many familiar heroes and villains in their memories were found by him to deal with and restrict them.

What a horrible man!

Bruce was silent. He had the deepest understanding of the horror of Pamelodi. He just wanted to test it out. Even the Wayne Group, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, was directly smashed, and he was reduced to a wingless bat. Generally, they hide in the darkest corners everywhere, and it is difficult to see the sun.

The two were silent.

The dark clouds in the sky were flashing lightning again, and the rumbling sound spread throughout the region.

'click'

In an instant, the sky and the earth flashed pale, and the pale light made people startled.

The huge sound went through everything, vibrating the air, frightening the whole forest to tremble, and many different birds flew out of the branches and leaves.

The cold wind in the sky started to pick up.

Bruce's footsteps were fast, crossing the dense forest, stepping out from the bushes, tearing the vines apart fiercely, and finally saw the destination.

A relatively high hill with no trees around it allows Barry to be struck by lightning very well and withstand all lightning damage without being scattered by trees.

He quickly stepped on some soft grass, and carefully placed Barry on the top of the hill.

Take out the fragile test tubes and colorful chemicals from the package, all of which are based on memory. When Barry was struck by lightning, it splashed into his body, and when he possessed the speed force, the chemical drugs volatilized.

Bruce put all the test tubes on Barry's chest, then set up a thick lightning rod to accumulate electromagnetic motion.

When this was done, Bruce stared deeply at Barry whose face had been scorched, with hesitant pain in the depths of his eyes.

If he doesn't succeed this time, Barry will die directly!

Barry tore his scorched lips, revealing his snow-white teeth, his eyes seemed to be completely focused on the last moment of life, and his hand was slightly raised.

Bruce took over, shaking Barry's hand, and it was tight.

"If... I don't become The Flash... please take care of me..."

"I know!"

Bruce replied, and in the distance of the sky, a thunder light flashed, which was reflected palely at this moment.

"Boom..."

And in the forest, the road they passed by when they came, there was an explosion sound, which was the trap set by Bruce when he came, and it was triggered.

With a shudder in his heart, Bruce let go of Barry's hand and faced the oncoming person.

The visitor didn't seem to be surprised by the trap set by Bruce.

Even if it was triggered, it didn't hurt him.

A corner of the forest was blown up, and flames were burning with black smoke. He was wearing a long windbreaker, brown, with a black, deep Ω on the back.

Under the icy wind, the hem of the windbreaker fluttered, stirring his golden hair.

He strolled in the courtyard and walked out of the explosive forest. With sparks splashing, a cigarette appeared between his fingers, and the sparks seemed to have just splashed to his hand. With a slight lift of his finger, the cigarette lit on the sparks, Immediately lit a cigarette.

His handsome face with a British silhouette, and the neat white shirt dress under the brown windbreaker, show that he is very elegant and demeanor, and he is like a handsome gentleman.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette, exhaled the smoke, looked at Bruce's guarded look, and said calmly.

"Please let me kill you and deliver the task earlier, thank you!"