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Chapter 119 Is this called "a little different"?

"So, you're completely healed?"

Shen You looked at Barry beside him. Even as the two walked out of the restaurant side by side, Barry was still holding a hamburger in one hand and a hot dog in the other, stuffing the food into his mouth.

"Almost," Barry swallowed the large mouthful of food. "Actually, I've never felt this good before. How should I put it? I know a lot of people might think being struck by lightning is terrible, that it will probably leave some kind of aftereffects."

But I really didn't feel anything was wrong; in fact, I felt a sense of renewal.

He then took another big bite of the hot dog.

"Maybe he really does know."

Shen You continued scanning Barry as he spoke. Now he was certain that the bracelet's records were indeed correct; Barry was the source of that spacetime energy reaction.

Barry is now practically a walking Speed ​​Force reactor, with a Speed ​​Force energy concentration in his body that is even higher than the average intensity detected by the detectors in the Speed ​​Force space.

"Didn't you feel anything was wrong after you woke up?" Shen You asked.

"No. Oh, maybe it's because I'm always hungry and always need to eat a lot." Barry thought to himself as he ate. "Oh, and I've noticed that people seem to be moving slower these past few days."

Everyone procrastinates on everything. For example, if you go to a shop and order breakfast, by the time they bring it to you, it's already lunchtime.

Oh, and my computer. It's as slow as a snail, and IT insists it's perfectly fine. I mean, can't anyone else see that it takes forever to even boot up?

Barry was still grumbling incessantly. Shen You roughly understood that the Speed ​​Force had begun to affect Barry's body, but he himself was not fully aware of it, much less aware of his own superpower.

Perhaps they haven't awakened yet?

Something might be needed to trigger his instincts, like turning on the speed force switch, making him realize what he's capable of now.

boom.

Gunshots.

Shen You immediately became alert. His quantum brain worked at lightning speed, and the instinctive activation made everything in his eyes seem to slow down. The endless stream of vehicles on the road and the bustling crowds on the sidewalk all slowed down instantly.

He turned his head and immediately saw the bullet spinning in mid-air. The air that was torn apart seemed to form a spiral vortex, following behind the bullet, as if it were struggling to push through the thick air.

A sniper.

But why?

First of all, it couldn't be a sniper targeting him, since he was using a completely fictitious alias and no one would be interested in him. Okay, General Ryan might want to skin him alive, though. But a sniper was clearly an overreaction, and Shen You quickly confirmed the sniper target by visually estimating the bullet trajectory.

Someone wants to kill Barry Allen.

Just as I was about to continue looking along the trajectory, I suddenly heard Barry speak beside me.

"Oh my god, why has everyone become so slow?!"

Shen You turned around and saw Barry staring blankly, looking around in astonishment at the scene of "time frozen.AVI" all over the street.

Clearly, his Speed ​​Force was activated.

Was it because he was sniped? Or was it some kind of instinct for danger within him?

Shen You was puzzled, but at the same time he quickly recorded the data of the speed force radiated in that instant.

The Flash is the source of the Speed ​​Force, and every drop of data obtained from him is invaluable, serving as the key to in-depth analysis of the spacetime knowledge of the entire DC multiverse system.

"Huh? You can move too?" Barry quickly noticed that his companions seemed unaffected by the strange effect.

"Yes. I only suspected it before, but now I'm sure." Shen You nodded and said to him telepathically, "That lightning bolt gave you superpowers, and that's your ability."

The Speed ​​Force grants Barry various anti-physics properties that make him appear normal even in still time, allowing him to speak at supersonic speeds. Shen You, on the other hand, communicates with him telepathically.

"Superpowers!?" Barry's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes, it seems your main ability is super speed, but it's achieved through some kind of special energy field. You just lacked a trigger before, and now that someone is targeting you, it might have triggered your superpower instincts."

"Wait, wait," Barry rubbed his temples, "Someone's sniping at me? What the hell!?"

Only then did he notice the warhead suspended in mid-air, like a snail struggling to climb a vine, slowly squeezing towards him inch by inch in this frozen space of time.

"My God, was that a sniper bullet? Someone shot at me? But why would someone shoot at me?"

Barry panicked instantly.

"Don't be nervous." Shen You shrugged. "At the speed this thing flies, you can sit down and finish what you have in your hand. You can go back to the bathroom, wash your hands, and come back before it even reaches you. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Oh yeah!" Barry exclaimed in surprise. "Does that mean I won't be afraid of bullets anymore?"

Shen You laughed. Bullets are nothing; from now on, you'll be one of the most overpowered characters in the entire universe, the restart button for the multiverse.

"Wait, does this mean... you have superpowers too?" Barry exclaimed in surprise. "You can be as fast as me? Wait, your organization specializes in dealing with superpowers... you're going to arrest me? You're going to use me for research?"

"Don't be nervous, Barry, I won't arrest you. Actually, I'm not... uh, let's talk about that later," Shen You said. "Compared to that, aren't you more concerned about who's trying to assassinate you right now?"

"Of course I want to. But how can I... Oh right," Barry slapped his forehead, "I can follow the trajectory of the bullets to find him. Anyway, that gunman doesn't seem like he could go anywhere else."

"You've already gotten the hang of it," Shen You said with a smile.

Therefore, the situation from the perspective of the Death Shooter is quite bizarre.

He found his position, set up his gun, and locked onto the target. Perfect angle, absolute certainty, and the shot was fired.

Then, even before the spent cartridge cases hit the ground, the two targets in the scope disappeared together.

Lao Dun was stunned for a moment, dumbfounded for two seconds.

What about people?

The next moment, a heavy impact sounded from behind.

Lawton was startled and quickly jumped around alertly. He saw that the young man, who had been in his scope at the same instant, had crashed headfirst into a door on the rooftop behind him, denting the metal door, and then fell heavily to the ground, trailing blue lightning.

"My nose," Barry groaned, covering his nose.

Lawton stared wide-eyed at the figure that appeared like a ghost, crashing into the wall and falling to the ground, feigning injury.

This place must be at least a kilometer or two away from where he just aimed, right? And it just appeared like that in an instant?

That damn monkey lied to me!

You call this person "a little different"?

(End of this chapter)