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Chapter 120 Faster Than a Bullet

Lawton was shocked.

Many people assume that Deadshot's greatest strength lies in his marksmanship. That's certainly true, but Lawton, as a top assassin, knows it's more than that.

For a truly top-tier assassin, intelligence is even more important.

You need to clearly understand what you are facing, who you are going to kill, the time, the place, and what kind of situation you might encounter.

As the world's top marksman, Lawton always does his homework before each operation. He thoroughly investigates the background of each of his targets, and if he wanted to, even the world's top political figures would be nothing more than a shot away.

But Barry Allen?

All the information indicated that he was just an ordinary investigator at the Midtown Police Department, with nothing special about him.

That's how it should be.

Shocked as he was, Lawton's professional instincts kicked in. The instant he saw Barry flash behind him, he immediately dropped his sniper rifle, raised his arm, and locked onto the target with the specially made barrel on the back of his hand.

A burst of fire erupted!

Barry was still lying on the ground, clutching his nose, which he had accidentally bumped. His pupils contracted, and the entire space seemed to be filtered through an eerie lens in his vision. Streaks of lightning ripped across the sky, and the surrounding scenery became illusory.

Once again, the bullet froze in mid-air.

He could even see the Deadshot's barrel slowly rise due to recoil, with flashes of light and a ring of smoke slowly exploding from the muzzle, the propulsion force pushing the modified bullets out of the chamber with tremendous difficulty.

"You run too fast."

Shen You appeared silently behind him and said, "Many physical laws and common sense habits are different when you are speeding. You have to learn to control yourself."

In fact, Shen You has already begun to realize that it is already a bit difficult for him to keep up with Barry's speed in his human form—and this is only the first time Barry has entered high speed mode, he will definitely be faster in the future.

Let's quickly record some data.

"I noticed. I hope my nose is okay."

Barry rubbed his nose and slowly stood up. Streaks of lightning flashed before his eyes, making the deadly shot, still in its firing position, and the slowly advancing bullets look somewhat comical.

"So who is this guy? What's wrong with him?" Barry scratched his head.

"Deadshot, the world's best gunman."

Shen You slowly circled around Deadshot, who was still in a firing position, and examined his signature modified barrel and sight.

"It seems so."

Barry was taken aback: "How did I get involved with such a dangerous person?"

"Who knows? But why don't you just ask him yourself after you've taken him down?"

Barry was startled by the thought. He glanced at Deadshot, who was frozen in place, then at his own fist, his eyes darting around.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, I don't know," Barry scratched his head. "It's just that I've never punched anyone before. It feels weird."

"It's easy, watch me demonstrate."

Shen You walked to the left of the Death Shooter.

"Even the slightest movement at supersonic speeds can cause a powerful impact, so you don't need to worry about power generation or punching techniques. You just need to do it like this."

He extended a finger and lightly touched the Death Shooter's cheek.

Fingertips dug into the skin, and the ripples of the ultra-high-speed impact spread slowly along the tired cheeks.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple." Shen You stepped aside, smiling. "Give it a try."

Barry looked at his fingers, stepped forward, and eagerly tried.

He followed suit, extending a hand as well, his fingertips wreathed in blue electricity. He slowly and carefully inserted his fingers.

It gently sank into Lawton's face from the other side.

"I can really feel it! The impact of speed, the power at high speed. Unbelievable!"

Barry was overjoyed, like a child excitedly discovering a new toy.

"That's way too strong!"

He excitedly circled around Laotun, who seemed frozen in place, poking and poking him here and there. He poked his face, then his stomach, then his thigh.

As a result, Lao Dun was in a bad mood.

For Lawton, who had neither the Speed ​​Force nor super speed, the incident happened the instant he pulled the trigger. He pulled the trigger with his index finger, and the next moment his right cheek felt like it had been hit hard with a hammer. His head instinctively tried to turn to the left, but then he realized that his left cheek had also been hit hard at the same time.

Also included are the shoulders, arms, stomach, back, and thighs.

With a series of bangs, Deadshot twisted and turned in a grotesque manner, then collapsed to the ground as if he had been broken, his eyes wide open.

It felt like I was being surrounded by a hundred burly men, who took turns educating me.

And all of them happen within a fraction of a second!

That's defying the heavens, absolutely defying the heavens.

He must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to run into such a cheater.

"Wow, that's awesome!" Barry exclaimed in surprise as he looked at his hands, which were still crackling with electricity.

Shen You silently recorded how the Speed ​​Force energy reacted during Barry's entire sequence of actions. He had a premonition that this valuable data would become a huge help to his research in the future.

Feeling completely disoriented and exhausted, Laotun collapsed to the ground and coughed up blood.

"You...you did all this because of that lightning?" He stared incredulously, as if he wouldn't rest in peace until he got to the bottom of this.

Before the assassination, he carefully reviewed the target's file. Barry Allen seemed to be nothing more than a bookworm with an unhappy childhood, who went to school unremarkably and joined the Midtown Police Department in an ordinary way. The only connection he could make to this bizarre phenomenon seemed to be the electric shock he had received a month ago.

"Uh, maybe, perhaps, I think?" Barry wasn't too sure either.

Lao Dun coughed up another mouthful of blood.

"I have a cousin who was also struck by lightning," Lawton said, looking indignant. "And then he became a stutterer."

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry," Barry said. "Of course, not for you, but for your cousin. As for you? You got yourself into this mess; you're a criminal."

"So why did you shoot me, buddy? What did I do to you?"

Lao Dun snorted heavily and stopped talking. Then, dragging his injured body, he suddenly jumped up and slammed a grenade to the ground.

The lightning flashed again, and Barry let out an "Ah!" as he instinctively entered bullet time once more.

"He's trying to throw a grenade! Let's run!"

"Calm down, Barry. You're fast enough to run even if you wait for the grenade to explode. Besides, it's not a grenade, just a flashbang," Shen You, the ruthless data recording machine beside him, reminded him.

"Oh, right."

Barry turned to look at Lawton, who was now in slow motion again, and the flashbang in his hand that had been pulled and was ready to be thrown.

"I suddenly have an idea!"

Barry, his childlike spirit awakened, dashed after him, grabbed the thrown flashbang, and shoved it back into Lawton's hand, then clenched Lawton's fist one finger at a time.

At such high speeds, fatigue is naturally imperceptible. In his field of vision, he only felt himself throw a flashbang, then immediately roll and hide behind nearby cover—a series of actions that were fluid and incredibly cool.

After a roll to his feet, he was surprised to find that the flashbang, which had been pulled from its pin, was still in his hand.

Lao Dun was shocked and instinctively raised his hand to throw it again. However, when he turned his head after throwing it, he found that he was still holding it in his hand.

No matter how you throw it, it will mysteriously teleport back into his hand, like a piece of chewing gum that you can't shake off.

Lawton wore a resigned, sarcastic expression: "Damn it."

boom!

The flashbang exploded in his hand, instantly blinding Lao Dun in the face.

His mind was foggy, and there was a loud ringing in his ears. As the discomfort gradually subsided and his vision barely returned, he realized that he was completely bound hand and foot.

"Now," Barry said sternly, "who sent you to kill me?"

Lawton looked at him expressionlessly.

"Not disclosing customer information is a basic professional quality of ours."

But after a pause, before they could ask the next question, Lawton changed the subject.

"However, this is a special case, so telling you won't really matter. It's a big, ugly black gorilla."

"ha?"

Barry raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, you really need to polish your story. At least come up with something plausible."

boom!

The loud noise drew everyone's attention. Several people turned their heads at the same time, only to see a huge object trailing flames fall from the sky without warning, crashing into the once peaceful Midtown neighborhood.

And not just one. Like countless giant fireballs, they burned the entire sky. Countless meteorites enveloped in flames struck the city's buildings and streets, tumbling mercilessly upon impact, crushing everything like giant steamrollers. Roaring flames and thick smoke filled Midtown, and disaster swept in like a tidal wave.

That wasn't a meteorite, it was a spaceship.

After they landed and came to a stop, they immediately bounced apart with a "crack," and the invaders revealed their ferocious claws from those spaceships.

It's a gorilla.

Countless gorillas descended from the sky aboard meteorite-like spaceships.

Barry was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth, looking down at the city full of gorillas, then at Deadshot, who was bound in front of him.

Lawton curled his lip.

"See? I told you."

Fourth update today, another 9000+ words. That's it, absolutely none left...

(End of this chapter)