Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 323 It's All Batman's Fault

As a CSI field analyst and a scientific nerd, Barry's statements are undoubtedly very cautious.

"No, what do you mean by saying he 'might' have 'died in a car accident'?"

The three people in the Star Labs had just breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Barry's on-site report. Their minds immediately went blank. After recovering, Cisco was the first to ask into the microphone, "Barry, your place is a farm, and it's in such a remote suburb. Think carefully before you speak."

"I...I'm not lying." Barry was also somewhat incoherent: "Just now, a semi-trailer truck suddenly came rushing out from somewhere. I don't know why it drove into the farm, and then it blinded us both with its headlights, and then banged and sent Clyde flying several meters. He's definitely...oh right, I should check if he's still alive."

He teleported to Clyde's body and carefully examined it. The three Ciscos held their breath, waiting for his reply. A few seconds later, Barry's voice came through the communicator again: "He's beyond saving. He's not breathing anymore. In fact, I feel like he's already getting cold."

The three people in the laboratory looked at each other in bewilderment.

Dr. Harrison Wells' eyes flickered with uncertainty. He pondered deeply but couldn't come to any conclusions. So he said to Barry, "Barry, bring Ma Dong's body back. Let's see if we can find any clues from it."

“Uh, I don’t think that will work.” Barry looked up at Joe who was walking over. “Joe has already called for backup. We can’t disturb the scene.”

".All right."

The doctor didn't make any further demands, but instead encouraged them, saying, "Anyway, Cisco, Caitlin, Barry, you did a great job today. Go back and get some sleep."

"Wells, and you?"

"I'll be back in a bit, don't worry, I've been using a wheelchair for so long, I'm already used to it."

Seeing the worried expressions on Caitlin and Cisco's faces, the Doctor sighed. The next second, his expression turned serious, which sent a chill down their spines. It was the same expression Wells usually wore when he was preparing to approve people for experimental projects.

"I'll go back right now."

Goodnight, Doctor.

The two chuckled and left the Star Lab at lightning speed.

Ten minutes later, the doctor arrived alone in an electric wheelchair in the corridor of the Star Lab and stretched out his hand towards a gray wall.

hiss-

As a point of blue light swept across the palm, a smooth, tiny mechanical sound rang out, and the wall beside the hand immediately parted to reveal a door.

The white light came on, illuminating the small, dark room. When Wells entered, the familiar amiable expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by coldness and sharpness.

“Gideon,” he said, “let me see that future report.”

A female electronic voice immediately responded, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, a newspaper appeared in front of Wells in 3D projection. The headline on the front page was eye-catching, clearly stating "The Flash Disappears in Crisis Incident," and the date of the report was April 25, 2024.

As the doctor looked at the report, the seriousness on his face gradually disappeared, and he finally smiled with satisfaction.

The following morning, as the sun rose above the horizon, police were already cleaning up the bodies and houses torn in two by the hurricane at the Ma Dong brothers' farm.

"Barry, did you go to the prison to see your father yesterday?"

"Yes, I told him that I would soon find the real killer who killed my mother."

Joe and Barry stood side by side at the edge of the farm, gazing at the sunlight after the storm.

“Barry.” Joe’s eyes showed a clear sense of relief, but also a lot of guilt. He patted Barry on the shoulder and said, “I’m sorry. I should have believed you.”

“Joe.” “No need to say more, Barry, you really did it.”

Joe hugged Barry: "From the moment I saw Clyde on the street yesterday, I realized that there really are things in this world that defy reason. I realized that your father, my old friend, is innocent, and I will investigate this matter thoroughly—but Barry, promise me one thing."

"what?"

"Don't let Iris know what you're doing—a hero's weakness is his family. If bad guys want to get back at you, they'll definitely target Iris."

Looking into Qiao's sincere eyes, Barry nodded.

"Today is another peaceful day."

As Ma Zhaodi rode his bicycle down the street, he couldn't help but sigh at the peace of life: "Central City is so much better. Whenever a villain is taken down, life becomes peaceful for a while. It's much better than Gotham."

Swah——

No sooner had he finished speaking than a golden-red lightning bolt, accompanied by the wind, staggered past him, causing him to stumble and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ma Zhaodi's beautiful mood from the morning was instantly ruined, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Can you fucking keep an eye on people when you're running?"

Fortunately, the partition on the food cart automatically closed, blocking the smoke and dust; otherwise, today's desserts would have been ruined.

"544 kilometers per hour." The voice of the three-wheeled vehicle seemed a little uneasy in the headset: "Don't be angry, at least he paid the fare."

"?"

Completely bewildered, Ma Zhaodi opened the flap and, sure enough, two of the neatly arranged Yunnan ham mooncakes were missing. He then reached into his pocket and found an extra ten-dollar bill.

"No, I really need to control him. Have the nanobots been released yet?"

"We let it go; it was in the mooncake—but didn't you say it was pointless to track down a speedster?"

"That's wrong. What I mean is that it makes no sense for an 'ordinary person' to track a speedster."

Ma Zhaodi explained, “But you are different. You are a silicon-based life form. Your brain itself is a top-notch computer. Your thinking and reaction speeds far exceed those of ordinary people. When you grasp Barry Allen’s movements, you can calculate, predict, and then counter him the instant he makes a move.”

"You want me to collect the speedsters' movement trajectories and behavioral data using nanobots?"

"Yes, we'll develop a model and algorithm to deal with speedsters. This will allow you to go toe-to-toe with other speedsters. With my help, you might be able to win."

"Are you truly a champion of justice?"

"Don't ask, if you do, it's because others taught you well." Ma Zhaodi immediately shifted the blame: "It's all Batman's fault—change the subject, what was he doing?"

“There was a fire three blocks away—but Mr. Barry didn’t seem to be able to control his speed; he ran nine blocks away.”

“Hesitate.” Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes. “Saving lives is like putting out a fire, so I won’t hold a grudge this time.”

"Sure?"

"Okay—never mind, next time he steals snacks, remember to give him a static electricity boost."

P.S.: I need to take a day off tomorrow. Sorry, everyone, my foot is swollen and I need to go see a doctor.

(End of this chapter)