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Chapter 386 No more talk
Inside the Star Labs, Cisco's forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

His fingers flew across the keyboard as he tried his best to cut off the power supply to the Petersburg substation. The progress bar on the computer screen was moving rapidly, and there were only a dozen seconds left before it was finished.

However, Gibran's absorption speed was terrifying, and the power outage quickly began to spread throughout the central city, just like the scene when a particle accelerator exploded. At this moment, the entire power supply of the central city was absorbed into his body by him alone.

"No, no, no -"

As Cisco gasped, darkness surged like a tidal wave, rapidly encroaching on the entire city from the perimeter of the substation. While he remained glued to the screen, Dr. Wells looked up at the surveillance footage around the laboratory—the lights in large blocks began to flicker erratically, and then even the laboratory lights began to flash.

“It’s too late.”

With a sigh from Wells, the lights on Cisco's computer screen, along with all the electronic equipment in the laboratory, went out instantly, plunging the Star Lab into darkness.

"Cisco, how's things going on your end?"

Ma Zhaodi asked into the communicator, "It's completely dark now, and Gibran doesn't seem to be stopping at all. How much longer until the power goes out?"

“The power is out,” Cisco gritted his teeth and replied to the two. “The lab is out of power. Gibran has drained all the electricity from the entire city. That guy is practically a nuclear battery. I really want to know how his cells can store such terrifying energy.”

At this moment, even the laboratory's backup generator shut down due to Gibran's power. Fortunately, the laboratory had a contingency plan for such power outages. A moment later, the laboratory's backup lighting system started up. This system was completely independent of the laboratory's power supply and was connected to a smaller, dedicated lighting generator.

Scattered lights illuminated the laboratory corridor and parts of the space. Although most corners of the room remained dark, these low-powered lights at least provided enough light for people to move around.

"Old Ma, don't rush, I'll go restart the lab's backup generator."

"No rush, Cisco, no rush."

Ma Zhaodi sighed. He knew that if even a cutting-edge laboratory like the Starry Sky Laboratory was without power, then the entire Central City was probably experiencing a terrifying blackout.

Worse still, Gibran had stopped absorbing electrical energy and turned his gloomy gaze toward Barry beside him.

"Kahlil Gibran looks like he's about to explode."

Barry couldn't help but swallow hard. Ma Zhaodi didn't have a gun in his hand, and he didn't go get one for Old Ma either—guns were too lethal. He planned to use his Speed ​​Force to deal with it, so he could control the force.

"Don't panic, don't panic, Barry," he reassured himself repeatedly. "Just do what I was thinking of: find a steel pipe or something, run, and throw it at Gibran to knock him out."

So he started running.

Swah——

The golden current carried Ma Zhaodi away from the substation. A moment later, Ma Zhaodi found himself outside the substation again.

“Barry?” “I have to deal with Gibran. Old Ma, you go back to the lab first—his abilities are too dangerous. I might be able to withstand one of his electric shocks, but you would die if you took one.”

“Old Ma is glad you remember to make sure he’s safe.” Ma Zhaodi shook his head: “But Old Ma doesn’t like your attitude of wanting to go it alone at a time like this.”

He paused, then continued, "Moreover, the current laboratory is definitely not safe. After Gibran finishes his electricity, his next step will definitely be to seek revenge on Dr. Wells. In fact, I think Dr. Wells and his team should be prepared to leave at any time—that way, if Barry is dealt with, at least we won't be wiped out as a whole."

Upon hearing this, Barry's face darkened.

"Alright, enough joking around." Ma Zhaodi took the earphone out of his ear and tossed it to Barry: "Remember to stay connected during the fight, and don't get shocked again."

Barry nodded, put the earphones in his ears, and sped into the substation.

Ma Zhaodi didn't waste any words. He took out his phone directly. Although he couldn't see the substation's situation through the monitoring system at the moment, he had left nanobots on site, so he could still see the specific details of the battle in real time.

He called the lab again.

"Hello? Cisco?"

Cisco had already restarted the lab's backup generator, and power had been restored to some key areas. Caitlin, while operating her computer, replied, "Old Ma? Did you give the headphones to Barry?"

"Yes, I called to remind you that if the communicator loses signal again, you should run away as soon as possible. Don't be silly and stay in the lab waiting for them to come to you."

“Don’t worry, Mr. Ma Zhaodi.” Wells calmly said from the side, “We are not weak nerds. Although I have always been quite averse to the presence of weapons in the laboratory, we are not so pedantic as to do nothing at this time.”

“We don’t need to be as fast as Barry. We can just drive out for ten minutes, buy an air gun, and modify some tranquilizer darts. We have plenty of raw materials here. Cisco, you’re back just in time. We need you. Caitlin, go and mix some tranquilizers.”

At this moment, a dazzling blue-white light burst forth in the substation. Ma Zhaodi switched the scene back to the substation and found that Gibran was releasing the abundant and violent electrical energy in his body. The electric arc spread and raged around him, covering a distance of several meters around his body. A golden bolt of lightning was moving at high speed around him, always staying outside the range of the electric arc. It was obvious that Barry was looking for a suitable projectile.

Fortunately, the nanorobots were deployed in the air; otherwise, Gibran's attack would likely have paralyzed all the robots present at once.

A moment later, the golden lightning finally stopped.

“Kahlil Gibran.” Barry held a rusty steel pipe in his hand, not knowing where he had found it, and wanted to persuade him one last time: “You still have decades of life ahead of you, we can still help you.”

“My life was ruined along with Jack and Dalia’s!” Gibran roared. “I became a murderer, and then I found out from the TV that I had become some kind of ‘superpowered person’.”

"When I saw those people using superpowers to rob banks and kill people, I realized that this thing is not just a curse; it can make me do what I want to do."

"From that time on, I began to actively learn to control my abilities."

(End of this chapter)