The Death Knell

"Oh? Do you know who I am, or do you just want to scare me?"

Deathstroke sat up straight on the sofa and showed a little interest.

After all, Reverse Flash is also a clever little guy. With things like this in front of him, maybe he has really seen something in the time stream.

Behind the barrier, Swann was wearing shackles and handcuffs. The thick chains fixed him to the wall behind him. If he moved slightly, the metal would make a clanking sound.

But he had a toy in his hand to relieve his boredom. It was a small yellow ball the size of a tennis ball. He played with it like a bouncy ball, bouncing back and forth between the wall and the ceiling.

But no matter which direction the ball is thrown, it will always return to Swann's hands after several refractions.

"You claim to be Slade Wilson from the Earth of origin, but you told Barry that he could call you 'Su'. It was you who saved Earth-0 in the 21st century countless times, right?"

The doctor smiled and nodded, saying these things to prove that he was not bluffing, but that he really had something in his stomach.

"It seems that you have really seen something. We thought we would see you in this era, not you who went to the past and came back."

Bobo also had his pipe in his mouth. In the circus days long ago, he was the one being watched. Not to mention, the feeling was different outside the cage:

"Even if it weren't for Deathstroke's insistence, I used to think you were dead."

"There is no difference between these things, Detective Bobo. If you are a speedster, you will know as well as me one day." Swann moved closer to the barrier, almost pressing his face against it, with a strange expression on his face. Smiled and whispered: "You will know that time is actually just a game, haha."

Bobo turned his head to look at Jesse, but it was obvious that the little girl was confused now. She couldn't understand what Reverse Flash meant, even if she was the speedster.

At this time, the small hole in the corner of the cell opened, and a micro-robot slipped in and brought coffee and cake to the doctor. This was a stipulated item in the visit package, because some tourists like to watch 'animals' eat in a 'wild' way. action.

The food in prison is definitely not good. After being fed, many criminals behave like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, which always makes the audience smile.

But Professor Swan is still personable, as if he is not wearing an orange prison uniform, but a white coat that he wore in the laboratory in the past, very natural and relaxed.

He picked up the food and drinks on the ground, raised the paper cup and signaled to the death knell: "Thank you for the coffee, Slade, there is actually no need to spend money, because I will be out soon. If you come later, I will miss you." Went to find you."

"We saw on the Internet that you will be executed in less than an hour." Jesse interjected. She turned her palms and explained: "Yes, I know that one hour is enough for us. It seems like forever, but you can't leave this prison."

"Haha, Jesse, I know you too, but you know nothing about me, and you also know nothing about the era I live in."

The professor with a receding hairline pinched a strawberry on the cake and put it on his tongue, then slowly retracted his tongue into his mouth, closed his eyes and savored the taste of the synthetic fruit, shook his head in disgust, and said with a nonchalant expression The tone said:

"Want to bet? In one minute, someone will open my cage and declare me innocent."

The girl was young and energetic, and was ready to bet with the other party on the spot, but Deathstroke covered her mouth with his strangulating tentacles, because he knew that Swann should be sure.

Without letting the girl continue talking, Deathstroke stood up and walked towards the transparent barrier. Only when he was close enough to see the dust in every pore on Swann's face, did he say again:

"What did you pay for your own life? As far as I know, although you are the only superpower in this era, you have no interest in saving money and cannot give those capitalists the price they want."

The doctor in the cell put the ball into his pocket, took a sip of coffee, and nodded repeatedly:

"Haha, as expected of you, Slade, yes, I did buy my life and all my previous murder cases. Do you want to reason further about what conditions I gave? What can the big bosses not say no to?”

Swann is not a riddler, he does not guess riddles, but he is a high-level intellectual, so he especially likes to induce others to think and rely on his own thinking to come up with answers.

It's like giving lessons to students, which is commonly known as being a good teacher.

"First of all, excluding the reverse speed force, your ability to become the reverse lightning can actually be regarded as an accident, because the bald professor who recreated the experiment with you did not get anything. The red lightning chose you."

Su Ming held a cigarette in his mouth and talked about his reasoning quietly. The light from under the barrier illuminated half of the faces of both parties, making him look very gloomy.

"Dr. Desmond has a hair loss problem, but he is not bald. I respect him very much." Swann smiled and shook his head. He did not explain directly, but this obviously confirmed Deathstroke's statement.

"So, I guess you used your superpower or scientific knowledge to find something for the rich that they all loved, and you were exempted from guilt. This thing is worth trillions. It existed in the past, but in the 25th century An industry that doesn’t exist.”

Crossing his arms, Deathstroke looked at the other person, smiled and gave his final conclusion.

"Yes, you are right again, the answer is horse racing."

The doctor had already finished his coffee, picked up the egg knife and slowly tore it into pieces, not forgetting to give a thumbs up:

"All horses became extinct due to environmental pollution in the 23rd century, and I returned to the 21st century and took the time to build a DNA library of all horses on Earth. And now, I used them to recreate a super BMW Slade. , do you know how much fun it would be if the horse could understand English?”

"Yes, it's fun for animals to understand English. Deathstroke has long known it." Bobo corrected him expressionlessly, and scratched the black hair on his body.

Control freaks like Deathstroke love to bully highly intelligent animals.

"Anyway, just this morning, I asked a friend from outside to send my pony products to the Commercial Federation, and also included some horse racing gambling rules."

The doctor turned sideways slightly, because someone was opening the cell door for him now, and he spread his hands towards everyone:

"Since I am the only person in the 25th century who can make living horses, then I have become a new cash cow for the capitalists, and they will no longer be able to kill me. On the contrary, everyone will treat me like a guest and use Do your best to protect me, because the Federation is a mob, and as long as one of them wants to profit from me, the others will not be left behind, haha."

To put it simply, his plan was to take advantage of the involution of the wealthy class, and the pony sent out was the ‘golden apple’ in Greek mythology.

The only horse on the earth today will only belong to the most powerful rich man, that is, the one at the top of the pyramid among the rich.

Can other people not be jealous when they see it? Naturally, they will also want to have a pony of their own, especially one that understands English.

In this way, naturally it is impossible to kill the producer, Dr. Swann, and even to imprison him and monopolize it, because there are too many people who know about it, and no one can monopolize the benefits.

Then the only way left is to show goodwill.

Get him out of prison first, express your closeness first, and get your own pony earlier. You can even start a horse betting business and explore this blue ocean of profits.

At this time, Swann becomes the meat and potatoes. As long as the rich don't want to kill him, he can't die, and the opinions of the common people have long been irrelevant.

Aren't they just killing thousands of people? That loss is nothing compared to the value that Dr. Swann can create. Of course, capital will make the coldest and greediest choice.

"It's like child's play, it's not right."

After hearing this, the pouting Jesse showed an obviously unhappy expression. She preferred that the bad guys be locked up in prison and never come out.

Unexpectedly, Dr. Swan agreed with her opinion very much. While asking the guards who entered the room to untie him, he nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, you are right, so the world needs superheroes, it needs The Flash, well, to be more precise, it needs Barry."