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Chapter 397 Say more, I love to hear it

After Xiao Na left the lab, Ma Zhaodi thought everyone in the lab would breathe a sigh of relief, but they didn't.

"Uh, Barry, you guys seem to have something on your mind?"

“I,” Barry shook his head. “I’m not sure, mainly because we ran into someone we knew last night.”

"Who?"

"The fireball you mentioned."

"Another superpowered criminal?" Ma Zhaodi's face showed a look of surprise: "I thought last night was exciting enough, but you guys still have extra entertainment after get off work?"

“This isn’t funny, old man.” Cisco also looked a little dejected. “Besides, he’s not a super-powered criminal. He has superpowers, but he hasn’t committed any crimes. And he’s not called Fire Meteor, he’s called Firestorm.”

How can you be sure he didn't commit a crime?

“Because that’s Ronnie,” Barry added. “At least Caitlin wouldn’t mistake her fiancé—but Ronnie seems to have forgotten who he is; he keeps telling us he’s not Ronnie.”

Ma Zhaodi was stunned for a moment, and he subconsciously looked at Caitlin, who had not spoken at all.

Caitlin stared blankly at the bun in her hand, her gaze unfocused, clearly lost in thought.

Dr. Wells, standing to the side, remained silent. A hint of guilt appeared on his usually calm face. After all, he had designed, led, and initiated the particle accelerator experiment. He had no direct connection to Ronnie's death, but he bore a considerable share of the responsibility.

“Uh, well.” Ma Zhaodi patted Cisco on the shoulder: “At least he’s not dead, which isn’t a bad thing, it’s a good thing.”

"But he doesn't remember us."

“Then you have to figure out what he remembers first.” Ma Zhaodi patted his chest: “I have a lot to say about patients who think they are normal. You have to go along with him. For example, when he says he is not Ronnie, you can ask him who he thinks he is.”

"I didn't expect that."

Cisco scratched his head: "Sigh, Ronnie's situation is getting me so worked up that I forgot to analyze the Gibran cells we got yesterday."

"I have completed the Gibran cell analysis."

The doctor's voice suddenly came from the side: "I found some inspiration from his cell analysis results and Barry's cell analysis results—I found that Barry's cell structure itself has not changed. In other words, he still has the potential to be a speedster, but he just needs to be reactivated."

Upon hearing this, Barry's eyes lit up immediately: "Great! How do we activate it?"

“Electric shock,” the doctor replied. “A 20 million ampere electric shock; the super treadmill in the lab can serve as the carrier for this current.”

"what?"

"no!"

Caitlin, who had been lost in thought, suddenly snapped to attention. Upon hearing the Doctor's words, she immediately and instinctively opposed the plan: "This is too dangerous. It's no different from being insane. This current is far beyond what a human can withstand. Even the current from an electric chair execution isn't this terrifying."

“Yes, that’s right, this plan is quite dangerous—very dangerous.” Dr. Wells agreed, “I wouldn’t actually consider such a radical plan if it weren’t for Ma Zhaodi’s chocolate.”

“Chocolate isn’t a cure-all, oh my god.” Caitlin covered her head with her hands. “If Barry can’t handle it, he’ll turn into charcoal, or ashes, or something else in an instant—we can’t do that.”

Wells didn't speak, but instead asked, "Have you calculated the power of the electric current that Gibran discharged last night?"

The two looked at the doctor but did not answer. There were too many things to do yesterday, and they really didn't have time to calculate these trivial details.

The doctor continued calmly, "I've calculated it. His electric shock ability is enough to turn a person into charred remains in an instant, but Barry only suffered minor injuries." "But at that time, Barry still had the Speed ​​Force."

"No, according to Gibran's cell analysis, he was also electrocuting Barry while his Speed ​​Force was being drained."

The doctor shook his head: "Even though the Speed ​​Force was drained, Barry didn't die at that time, which is enough to show that the electric shock wasn't that dangerous to him."

“We gradually increased the electric shock value of Gibran until it reached 20 million amperes. If any danger occurs in the process, Chocolate can save him; I think this is the best way to restore Barry’s abilities.”

“No, that’s still too risky.” Caitlin was still worried; Ronnie’s situation made her feel very insecure.

“I believe in Barry,” Cisco added. “But maybe we don’t need to rush? I mean, we just got Shauna’s help. Maybe there will be a better way later?”

The group looked at Barry.

"I'd like to think about it."

Wells let out a barely perceptible sigh, a cold glint in his eyes.

“This is a big deal and takes time to think about. You should go back to the police station first, Barry,” he said. “Go find clues about the bar fight first.”

"Um"

Barry left the lab in silence, while the doctor thought for a moment and instructed Caitlin, "Catlin, we have a lot to do now—you need to finish the cell analysis on Shauna quickly. We need to help her master her abilities, so we need to understand them first."

"it is good."

"Cisco, Ronnie's situation is important. You need to find out where he went."

Wells' tone was firm: "I bear a significant responsibility for his situation, and we must bring him home no matter what."

"Okay, I'll think of a way."

“And you, Mr. Ma Zhaodi, we don’t have many people right now, so I’m very grateful that you were able to persuade Xiao Na to come to our side.”

"You're welcome."

“But someone has to keep an eye on Snart’s affairs. Don’t deny it, Mr. Ma Zhaodi, I saw Snart’s alternate account in your group. He was even discussing with someone in there recently how to get along and communicate smoothly with his younger sister at home.”

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Ma Zhaodi tried hard to keep his lips pursed. He hadn't been paying close attention to the group chat these past few days, and he hadn't expected that Snart would actually be chatting in the group, and that the topics he was discussing were so down-to-earth.

“I imagine he’s eaten here quite a few times,” Wells continued. “If you can get more information and details about the super-powered criminals from him, our chances of winning will be much greater.”

Cisco and Caitlin looked at Ma Zhaodi in astonishment, only to hear him reply to the Doctor: "We've bought all the intelligence we could, a full six pieces, and you haven't reimbursed me yet."

"You really made a deal with Snart?!" Caitlin exclaimed incredulously. "Aren't you afraid he'll turn you into an ice cube with his freeze gun?"

“Old Ma, you’ve been hiding this well.” Cisco stroked his chin. “I’ve always felt that you’re no ordinary person. Come to think of it, your negotiation skills have definitely reached the level of superpowers.”

Ma Zhaodi gave a thumbs up: "Say more, I love to hear it."

(End of this chapter)