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Chapter 355 Frozen Hands!

"Who are you, beauty?"

This was the question Ma Zhaodi really wanted to ask at that moment, and after a moment, he actually decided to ask it.

"Me! Me! You don't even recognize me?! Have you lost your memory?!"

"So who are you?"

"You've even forgotten my name, my God? Do you even remember Oliver?"

Oliver Quinn?

"Oh, that's great! At least you haven't forgotten everything."

At this point, Ma Zhaodi's lingering, hazy memories of watching the show finally came to mind.

"Are you Felicity?"

"Ha, it doesn't seem to be a severe brain injury!"

Ma Zhaodi's face darkened. This girl is so beautiful, how come she has to have a mouth?

“I’ve heard Barry mention that he had a few good friends in Star City, including the wealthy Oliver Quinn and Felicity,” Ma Zhaodi explained to Felicity. “But to be honest, I don’t remember ever meeting any of his friends.”

Felicity's expression at this moment was quite interesting; she looked somewhat confused, somewhat puzzled, and perhaps also a little disappointed.

"You don't remember any of it? My God. What have you been through?"

"I don't know. I only remember setting up a stall in the city center nine months ago. After that, I haven't left the city center."

“The timing matches up; you disappeared from Xingcheng about a year ago.”

"What the hell?"

When Felicity finished speaking, Ma Zhaodi suddenly understood.

"Did I travel through time in the future?"

In the Flash universe, any bizarre, illogical, or abrupt world changes, and even many minor villains and the final boss, all originate from the same cause.

Time travel.

In this world where timelines are extremely flexible, and almost anyone can travel through them at will, at least 50% of the major crises are caused by speedsters using their speed to travel through time and disrupt the world lines. The remaining 50% is shared by other naturally born villains—at least from Ma Zhaodi's perspective, the speedsters are more to blame than others.

But judging from the current situation, it seems that he himself did something similar in the future.

"It must be the system's fault."

Please carefully read Article 1326 of the disclaimer. This system is not responsible for making the final choice, but only for providing choices. The choice is always in your own hands.

"WTF? What's this disclaimer? I've never seen one before?"

Ma Zhaodi's eyes widened; he had absolutely no recollection of signing any contract terms.

[This clause is made up to scare you, but the final interpretation right does lie with the system.]

"climb."

Ma Zhaodi adjusted his mindset and handed the hamburger to Felicity: "In any case, I really don't remember anything that happened in Star City now. As you can see, my life here in Central City is relatively peaceful."

"Whatever our past relationship may have been, I have completely forgotten about it. However, if you need my help with anything, you are welcome to do so anytime."

“You can come back to Star City with me.” Felicity was still trying to salvage Ma Zhaodi’s temporarily non-existent missing memories: “We can use familiar scenery to help you recall those things.” “I’m afraid that won’t work.” Ma Zhaodi shook his head: “I can’t leave Central City for now; I still have things to do here.”

“What are you doing—oh, this burger tastes really good, your cooking skills are still amazing.” Felicity took a bite of the burger and continued to complain, “You’ve been here for nine months, I can’t think of any villain in the world who could withstand your continuous antics for nine months—or have aliens come to Central City?”

“Your impression of me is definitely a bit off.” Ma Zhaodi shook his head: “I’m just an ordinary cook, stop spreading rumors about me.”

"A cook who can fight his way in and out of gangs seven times? That's quite common."

Ma Zhaodi remained silent.

He thought to himself, "On the bright side, at least I don't have to go head-to-head with Deathstroke—it's just a few gangsters, which means I'll still adhere to the principle of 'playing it safe' in the future."

This made him very happy.

“I don’t quite understand what you’re saying.” Ma Zhaodi said expressionlessly, “I told you I’m just an ordinary cook. If you want me to switch careers—you’ll have to pay more.”

"His money-grubbing style hasn't changed at all."

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Felicity came to Central City to find Barry, and meeting Old Ma was a complete surprise. After confirming that Ma Zhaodi had no intention of returning to Star City with her, she had no choice but to turn around and go find Barry again.

On the other side, Snart, carrying four hamburgers, made his way through a maze of twists and turns until he finally arrived at a safe house.

Taking detours was an old habit of his. Only after confirming that no one was following him did he get out of the car and walk into the safe house.

It was daytime, but the windows inside were sealed shut, making the room dimly lit and the atmosphere heavy. Three people were sitting inside; one was smoking, and the other two were fiddling with their backpacks.

ding ding ding-

As the two men rummaged through their backpacks, a bullet rolled off one of their fingers and onto the ground, which Snart picked up.

"Focus." He placed the hamburger bag on the table and instructed the two men, "Check the firearms carefully, make sure you count the bullets and magazines. I don't want any equipment problems when we start the operation."

Click, click, click—

The rhythmic clicking of bullets being chambered continued. The two men didn't even look up. Upon closer inspection, they saw that one of them was oiling and maintaining the gun parts, disassembling and inspecting several submachine guns one by one; while the other was counting all the magazines and bullets in his backpack.

“Anyway, you’ll check it again later,” his companion complained, smoking a cigarette. “But it’s just a few wrong bullets, I don’t see how much of an impact it can have.”

"It affects my mood."

Snart gave his companion a cold look, then took out his watch to check the time: "It's 8:20 in the morning. The armored truck will be on its way in an hour and a half. Before that, we'll check the equipment in our backpacks, have breakfast, and then set off immediately."

"Remember what I told you—when the actual operation begins, everyone must remain absolutely calm, no mistakes are allowed, no emotional outbursts are allowed, and no one is allowed to do anything outside the plan."

"Most importantly, no police officer or security guard should be killed unless absolutely necessary."

"understood."

"know."

"learn."

The three men responded promptly. Compared to ordinary criminal gangs, Snart's men were undoubtedly more disciplined—of course, this was also because his criminal principles were so unique.

Unlike Gotham City, in Central City, a place with a simple and honest folk culture, even criminals know what the bottom line is.

(End of this chapter)