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"Very cool."

"Exactly as expected."

Barry grinned, showing his bright white teeth, and rubbed the 797 ring again, rotating it counterclockwise to make the glove quickly enlarge before returning to its normal size.

"The boss is a damn genius."

Barry was very pleased with it, checking it over and over again. Then he put the shrunken gloves into the ring he had prepared beforehand. After finishing his work without stopping, he rushed outside the factory to find a secluded spot and put on his armor.

His slightly thin body was encased in black and red armor, and the red lightning bolt on his chest glittered in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Barry Allen is gone, and in his place is the first-ever super-fast Flash!

This suit of armor looks large, but it is actually very lightweight. You won't feel any weight when you wear it, just like being naked. The polymer blocks inside the armor are exceptionally soft and have excellent elasticity, so you won't feel any hindrance even when doing high kicks or splits.

This suit of armor was practically tailor-made for him.

"Boss, I love you!"

Barry excitedly blew a kiss to the vegetative man, then crouched down, staring straight ahead with red electricity flashing in his pupils.

what

With a flash of lightning, Barry Allen vanished. He swept across the crowded city at an incredible speed imperceptible to the naked eye. His speed was so lightning-like that the visual traces left by his high speed were beyond the range of human perception. Even if he flew right in front of people, ordinary people would hardly be able to sense his presence.

Barry Allen continued to increase his speed, getting faster and faster, but his body became light and airy, as if he were not running on the ground, but rather transcending the boundaries of time and space.

This is the effect of the speed god power.

As his speed increased, Barry felt the allure of the mech more and more. Before, when he was running, he had to be careful about his clothes. Although the divine power could protect him from the effects of the air while running, his clothes were an exception, especially cloaks and shirts. As soon as the clothes were outside the protective range of the divine power, they would be instantly ignited by the friction of the air, releasing a large amount of heat.

This is very uncomfortable!

But there's no need to worry about that now: the armor is attached to his skin and is very sturdy, so it won't be damaged even if it's accidentally rubbed against the air.

Once he puts on the armor, he can run freely.

Barry Allen drove out of Metropolis, speeding westward, through jungles, deserts, and hills... The beautiful scenery disappeared behind him like light and shadow, and the feeling of running at full speed made him burst into laughter.

A few minutes later, a red lightning bolt flashed across the town center.

The first thing Barry did when he got home was run to the mirror, cross his arms, slightly raise his head, and strike his signature pose.

His black and red armor shimmered with ripples, his arms and shoulders automatically clamped together, fitting snugly against his body. His visor split into an inverted triangular helmet, and the powerful sword wind made him look exceptionally cool. The faint red lightning added a touch of mystery to this coolness.

"Barry Allen, how can you be so handsome!"

Barry muttered, so excited he wanted to jump for joy, but quickly came to his senses: the armor wasn't made for showing off, but for fighting criminals in Central City, especially that guy who could create frost.

Leonard Slater!

Last time he almost got frozen because of carelessness, but this time he definitely won't.

Barry clenched his fists, secretly vowing to send that bastard to jail.

...

Leonard Slater is a spoiled, irritable, easily angered, free-spirited, and aimless good criminal.

Why was he able to become a good criminal? Because he had three main principles:

1. Do not harm women and children;

2. Extreme aversion to drugs;

3. Only rob, do not kill (unless absolutely necessary).

Now, in addition to these three core principles, he feels that one more needs to be added: eliminate the Flash.

That damned, lightning-fast scumbag is always working against me. Not only does he steal cars to transport money, but he also relentlessly hunts me down day and night. What's even more infuriating is that this guy actually returned the stolen money to the police when I wasn't looking.

Tell me, is this human nature?

However, he now has to learn to behave himself. To fight the Flash, Leonard finds "Frontline," who also hates the Flash, and contacts Gertrude, a mutant gorilla hiding in the sewers. The three team up to give the Flash a huge surprise, if "Frontline" hadn't lost control of his brain at the crucial moment. If "Frontline" hadn't malfunctioned at the critical moment, the Flash would have been frozen solid long ago.

What a pity!

Leonard swallowed hard, but at the same time he felt that this was not a bad thing. Without the Flash as an opponent, life was too boring. You can't expect a group of police officers to have fun!

He enjoys crime, especially robbery.

The feeling of robbing someone of their money and being chased gave him an adrenaline rush, and he liked it, even though his psychiatrist said it was an illness, a serious mental disorder.

To hell with the mentally ill!

Leonard didn't care; he pointed a gun at the psychiatrist's head and demanded compensation for his emotional distress.

After successfully robbing a psychologist of $20,000, he managed to get himself blacklisted by the Central City Mental Health Association, which was, of course, a trivial matter to him and not important.

For him, robbery is all that matters, just like now...

Looking at the police car chasing him, Leonard stretched his right hand out of the window, raised his middle finger, and rubbed it vigorously twice.

The police officer behind the car seemed to be enraged, slammed on the gas, and crashed headfirst into the rear of Leonard's car.

The powerful impact caused him to stagger, and he cursed angrily.

Chapter 1293 Lightning and Frost

Leonard cursed and, at the opportune moment, jerked the steering wheel, turning the car ninety degrees and sliding forward sideways.

The police behind didn't have time to dodge. The driver's eyes widened. Just as they were about to crash, the front of the car suddenly flew up, over the car in front, and into the green light lane.

An icy slope appeared on the road.

The pursuing police cars were completely unaware of this situation, rushing down the slope one after another, like they were on a circus stage, soaring into the air and plunging headfirst into the mud.

Leonard laughed loudly at the sight, cursing under his breath, and sped away amidst the police's defiant gaze.

Soon, the robbery was broadcast on the radio.

Barry, who had been following the news closely, immediately drove to the scene of the crime based on information from the radio. When he saw the unmelted ice on the counter...

"Leonard Slater, it's you again."

According to information provided by officers at the scene, Barry Allen arrived at the accident site, where seven police cars were piled up on the green lawn like garbage, with threatening police officers and pointing citizens nearby.

This scene, well, it's a bit embarrassing!

Fortunately, Barry was already used to it: police officers are just ordinary people, and you can't expect a group of ordinary people to deal with superpowered individuals.

Thanks to Barry's friendly demeanor, at least at first glance, he seemed to have a good relationship with the police department.

Upon seeing him appear, Sheriff Charles, whose right arm was injured, took off his hat and pointed to the northwest.

"Run that way."

"Thank you so much!"

Barry dodged away, but ran back a few seconds later, pointing at the police officers' clothes.

"What do you guys think of my bulletproof vest? Isn't it cool?"

In the crowd: "..."

Is this guy out of his mind? What time is it and he's still worried about clothes? Come to think of it, those gloves are actually pretty good, like those of a robot in a comic book.

Paris regretted asking the question as soon as he did. He quickly left the scene, following the sheriff's clues, but did not immediately find the robbers' car in the junkyard.

There was no one in the car; the second person had obviously already left.

But Barry had dealt with Leonard more than once and knew his personality well; he would never leave like that.

Just as Barry began his search, an ice pistol sprang from the ground and pierced his chest.

Barry ducked to the side and shouted at the garbage mountain.

“Come out, Slater, I can see you.”

In response, a gust of cold wind carrying countless snowflakes blew in, the temperature plummeted, the ground turned into frozen soil, frost appeared on the surface, and the snowflakes in the air merged into countless ice blades, gleaming with a sharp, cold light.

Ice blades blotted out the sky and blocked all roads.

"You've already used that trick on me; it won't work."

Barry Allen remained calm, his body radiating a red aura as he charged into the blizzard. The ice blades hanging in the sky were like stationary objects to him; unless he chose to, they couldn't harm a single hair on his head.

A red lightning bolt flashed across the blizzard, disappearing in an instant behind a rocky mountain.

"I've found you, Slater."

Barry Allen raised his fist without hesitation.

Bang

An ice wall appeared between them. He punched the ice wall, creating a huge crack, and the cold air clinging to the ice wall rose up from his fist.

A cold sensation came from his fingertips, and Barry quickly stepped back to create distance.

The ground was freezing at a visible speed, frost was rising along objects, the ice flowers were getting thicker and thicker, and the cold air in the air seemed to be frozen as well.

Leonard was frozen solid, his eyes almost turning blue, and he complained angrily.

"I knew it, damn Lightning Boy, you're going to ruin me again."

"How much money did those police officers pay you to work for them?"