I became light in American comics.

Chapter 118 "Nothing More Than That"

A large door creaked open, and a man stood in the doorway, his shadow cast long, long on the floor by the light from outside.

His name was Floyd Lawton, but he preferred to be called by his nickname when he was at work.

Death Shooter.

He was the best marksman on Earth, especially skilled in sniping, known for his unerring accuracy. He also originally held the title of "World's Best Assassin," but recently a madman calling himself "Deathstroke" has emerged in the industry.

That reckless madman recently pulled off several shocking heist jobs, and there were even rumors that he had said, "If the money's right, I can kill even a god." Many clients lauded him, with many believing he was the world's best assassin.

Laotun disagreed with this.

He felt that most of the rumors were exaggerated. One day he would get the chance to have a good showdown with Deathstroke and show everyone who was truly number one in the industry.

But not today.

He's here today for a big order. He doesn't know who the client is yet, only that they're very generous, with an eight-figure prepayment. This has piqued Lawton's interest in the business, and he'd be happy to make the trip just for the prepayment.

But when he arrived at the designated location, he found only a dark, empty room, without a single ghost in sight.

"I've heard you're the best assassin." The gorilla narrowed its eyes. "You'd better not disappoint me, human."

"certainly."

When the topic turned to professional fatigue, he immediately became confident, revealing a cold and professional expression.

"You just need to tell me where and who to kill."

He paused, frowned, and suddenly thought of something.

"Wait a minute, is my assassination target going to be a gorilla? Let me be clear, that might be a bit difficult. Because to me, all gorillas look pretty much the same, I might not be able to tell them apart."

The gorilla let out a heavy "humph," its nostrils twitching.

"Of course not. The great king wanted to kill a human. If it weren't for the fact that acting so conspicuously in the human world would have been too obvious, we would have taken action ourselves."

"You have another king," Lawton frowned. "So, is his name Caesar, and he's planning to conquer the earth?"

The gorilla stared at him expressionlessly.

"Alright, back to the mission. Who am I supposed to kill?"

"A human being, in the city you call Midtown."

The gorilla dropped a small ball. The metal sphere rolled twice, emitting light on the floor and creating a three-dimensional projection.

Lawton raised an eyebrow again.

A gorilla that uses high technology... that's even more magical.

The projected image showed a handsome blond young man wearing a lab coat, who appeared somewhat shy.

"Barry Allen from Midtown, a researcher at the Midtown Police Department's forensic lab." The gorilla looked at Deadshot. "Can you do it?"

"Who do you think I want you to kill? Just some nobody."

Lawton chuckled confidently.

"The mission will be completed by this time tomorrow. Reward."

"Rewards are not an issue. What Wang Neng promises you is more than you can imagine," the gorilla said coldly. "But don't underestimate him. This human might be a little different."

"They're no different to me," Lawton said with a confident smile.

The Batman in Gotham is rumored to be incredibly powerful. But Lawton met him last month and thought he was just so-so.

He talks such big, but after his car was blown up and he got beaten up, he still managed to escape.

It was just that after I came back, I lay in the hospital for a month with my whole body wrapped in bandages and in a cast.

Batman?

Ha, nothing special.

"When a person is killed, they die."

Lawton drew his sidearm and confidently twirled it in his hand.

"As long as you know who the target is, anyone is just a matter of one shot."

Any target locked by the Death Shooter is doomed to die, without exception.

Could he possibly dodge my bullets?

"I hope so."

The gorilla gave a dull groan and retreated back into the darkness.

"Waiting for your news."

Midtown, a fast food restaurant.

"A beef burger, a cheeseburger, boneless fried chicken, crispy chicken nuggets, a hot dog, a salad, and a creamy mushroom pasta."

Barry Allen rattled off the menu, while the cashier frantically scribbled on a piece of paper, her pen moving so fast it seemed to leave afterimages, but she still couldn't keep up with his speed.

A month ago, he was struck by lightning in the lab. After spending a month in bed and being told by doctors that he might never wake up again, he miraculously woke up a few days ago and made a full recovery at a speed that even the doctors found incredible, and is now able to get out of bed and run around.

However, since then, he has been feeling very hungry these days.

"Well, that's all for now. Huh? Why are you wet?"

"Oh, no. It's nothing."

The shop assistant, panting heavily after writing three full pages of notes, brushed a strand of hair from her forehead that was stuck with sweat.

"Just to confirm, sir, are you waiting for a friend?"

Barry blinked.

"No, why?"

"And all of this?" The clerk looked at the three pages filled with notes with a puzzled expression. "Are you eating this all by yourself?"

"Oh, yes. I don't know why, but my appetite has been particularly good lately."

The shop assistant opened her mouth.

Eating enough food for several people by oneself, and all of it being high in oil and calories.

You call this a good appetite?

What's even more amazing is that this young man looks slim and is rather handsome.

How does he manage to eat like that and not gain weight?

Damn, I'm so envious.

The shop assistant took the notebook and left.

However, Barry came to urge them shortly afterward.

"Sorry, is my stuff not ready yet?" he asked, frowning.

The shop assistant looked at him in surprise, then glanced at the time.

"Sir, while we're serving fast food, it's not 'fast' to that extent. Only thirty seconds have passed."

"Only thirty seconds?"

Barry scratched his head.

"It feels like it's been going on for quite a while now. Anyway, please urge them on, hurry up and get it done."

He returned to his chair, but seemed restless, as if there were thorns in it. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, his knuckles tapping rapidly and unconsciously on the table.

A plate was placed in front of him.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Barry looked up, his face lighting up with delight.

"Agent Williams?"

"it's me."

Wearing the "Agent Williams" vest, Shen You waved and smiled slightly at him.

"I just happened to be passing by in the area on some errands. It's been a while since I've seen you."

(End of this chapter)