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Chapter 321 Run, Barry, Run!

"If the wind speed keeps increasing, that thing will become an F5 tornado, Barry, stop it!"

"F5 level?"

Barry looked up at the terrifying tornado that had stretched to the sky and reached the earth. At this moment, the clouds on the outskirts of the central city were being stirred up by it, like a huge funnel or vortex, or like some kind of behemoth opening its mouth in the clouds, swallowing everything on the ground.

Gravel, dust, pebbles, planks, sheet metal, even streetlights and small cars—everything along the way gradually began to move towards the center of the storm. Although the immense winds had not yet fully unleashed their destructive power, it was certain that in a few minutes, once they reached the city center, they would utterly tear everything apart, hurling everything high into the air and then smashing it to dust. Even reinforced concrete buildings would be no different from wooden sheds in its presence.

As a CSI member, Barry certainly knew what an F5 tornado meant—tornadoes are only classified into six levels, from F0 to F5, with F5 being the limit, not Clyde's limit.

In 1925, a massive wedge-shaped tornado swept across three states in the United States, known as the Tri-state. It lasted only three and a half hours, covering 352 kilometers and spanning southeastern Missouri, southern Illinois, and northern Indiana. In that brief three and a half hours, a total of 695 people were either killed or injured.

The speed of the three-planet tornado was only 223 miles per hour.

Ruins and devastation filled the air. Hearing the tornado summoned by Clyde reach speeds of two hundred per hour and continue to increase, Barry could already imagine the devastation Central City would face in minutes. He shouted to Cisco, "He's heading straight for Central City! How can I stop him?!"

Upon hearing Barry's question, Cisco and Caitlin exchanged bewildered glances. The crisis had come too suddenly, and before today they were just two scientists conducting research—they had finally prepared themselves mentally, thinking they were only going to help Barry deal with a dangerous robber behind Dr. Wells's back, but they never imagined they would need to deal with a tornado that could directly destroy the entire city center.

After a dozen seconds of silence in the headset, Barry suddenly realized that Caitlin and Cisco probably couldn't come up with a solution for the time being. He gritted his teeth and looked at the terrifying tornado whose wind force was gradually increasing, and suddenly an idea came to him.

"What if I just disintegrate the tornado?"

Caitlin shook her head: "Tornadoes are natural disasters; you can only avoid them, not fight them. How are you going to destroy them?"

“I can run around its base to create another high-speed airflow, which will counteract the tornado’s airflow and weaken or break it down.”

Cisco, the engineer, immediately calculated the conditions required for Barry's solution: "You'd have to run against the flow of the tornado at 700 miles per hour to neutralize it, but that would—"

“In that case, your body won’t be able to withstand this kind of supersonic speed,” Caitlin interjected. “Barry, you’re only human, you’ll die.”

Upon hearing Caitlin's voice, Barry paused for a moment, then instinctively turned around to look at Central City behind him.

A beautiful, bright moon was hanging in the distant night sky, and under its silvery light lay the city he knew so well.

Buildings stood tall on that land, some skyscrapers, others low streetlights, unaware that a storm powerful enough to destroy the city was about to take shape, each still twinkling with its own lights.

Each light is a family, and they are interconnected, like a starry sky, forming a long, luminous galaxy on the horizon.

The lights inside the building represent workers working overtime, the lights on the street represent commuters driving home, the lights in the small house represent housewives cooking dinner in the kitchen, the lights in the hospital represent doctors saving lives, and there might even be snack vendors preparing to pack up under the streetlights.

Barry knew that even the Star Labs had a light on at that moment.

Those were Cisco, Caitlin, and the Doctor, who wanted to help him save the city.

There was no turning back, Barry thought to himself, then turned and gave Joe a long, hard look. "I'll bring you some snacks tomorrow, Joe," he thought, "if I'm lucky enough."

Without further hesitation, he sprinted forward.

Joe clung to the car that was driving up to him in the storm, trying to steady himself, his eyes fixed on the mysterious red figure on the field.

For some reason, that figure always gave him a rather familiar and warm feeling.

Joe saw him transform into a streak of gold and red light, rushing around the tornado. He saw an airflow forming around his body and the tornado's momentum beginning to weaken. Clearly, this superhuman was fighting against Clyde, and he must be an ally.

But he also saw an air cannon burst forth from the tornado, blasting the figure away.

"No, he's too amazing."

Barry, his voice low and strained as he struggled to his feet, said into the headset, "I won't—"

“You can do it, Barry.”

A calm voice suddenly sounded in the earphone, the tone was calm and composed, without the slightest hint of panic, as if the topic of conversation was not a major event related to the survival of a city, but rather what to have for dinner.

"Dr. Wells?!"

Cisco and Caitlin stared wide-eyed at the suddenly appearing Doctor—it was clear that they couldn't possibly keep any secrets from him.

“You’re right, Barry. I’m responsible for the experimental accident I caused. People have been hurt because of me, and some have died because of me.”

At this point, Dr. Wells became somewhat agitated; his tone gradually quickened, and his voice grew louder.

“From the first moment I saw you, I knew that what happened to you was all my doing, that this chaos was caused by me—and you, Barry, can set things right, make amends for my mistakes, you can save me.”

“You can do all of this, Barry.”

He shouted the words to Barry: "Now, run, Barry—run!"

The doctor's voice rang in Barry's ears like a resounding bell. At that moment, he denied what he had said, denied his conclusion about Barry Allen, and acknowledged his potential. At that moment, some kind of destiny was activated. A bolt of lightning flashed by, spanning fate and centuries, connecting destiny and time into a straight line.

The moment Barry was acknowledged by "Wells," the shackles in his heart shattered. The doctor's shout to himself became the only sound in his world. It not only appeared in the headphones, but also seemed to burst forth from every cell in his body.

It comes from the Speed ​​Force.

"Run, Barry, run!"

(End of this chapter)