American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 353 The Flash is Born

The flames that had burned at the Gates of Hell for a hundred years were extinguished at this moment.

Inside the deep, dark cave, it resembled an ordinary collapsed cave, returning to its usual tranquility.

Seeing this situation, the professionals present could not provide a reasonable explanation.

"I think we're about to face a tough battle," Rowling said seriously.

"What suggestions do you have?"

Ellie cast a pleading look at her.

She had been studying abnormal humans for many years, but in reality, she was tasked with dealing with the invasion of Hell.

Of course, the relevant departments are being formed to contact relevant personnel as much as possible to fight against the demons.

"I need to go to the Vatican to see my sister, Sister Eileen; perhaps she can help."

Eileen?

The bloodline of St. Louis.

At that moment, the other exorcists realized just how extraordinary Rowling's background was.

He is the offspring of a saint from a hundred years ago; no wonder he possesses such powerful medium abilities.

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"Master, why are you tying me up?" Barry asked, bewildered.

In Los Angeles, he couldn't understand why he had to be strapped to a metal chair.

Various colorful chemical substances were hanging around him.

"Standard procedure."

Allen gave a perfunctory answer and began examining the chemical reagents.

In fact, I wasn't even sure if the elements were correct.

When I dealt with the female corpse last time, I noticed that the chemical substances placed there looked exactly like the scene where The Flash was born.

"It should be fine."

Allen muttered to himself, "If anything goes wrong, I can save him."

After all, the priest's skills include the Great Resurrection spell.

In short, as long as it's not the first time someone is killed, they can be saved by the priest's healing skills.

Barry said fearfully, "Can we just forget about it? I don't want superpowers anymore."

"Don't talk nonsense. Would your master harm you?"

After saying that, Allen carefully checked the restraint belt, as if worried that Barry might break free.

An iron chain fell from the rooftop window.

Bruce leaned out of the sunroof and shouted, "The lightning rod has been installed!"

"Stay away, don't get struck by lightning," Allen warned.

May you be struck by lightning!

Instantly, Barry's eyes widened in horror.

With my small frame, if I were struck by lightning, I'd be charred and cracked on the spot.

"Let go of me, I'm not playing anymore, people will die..."

Barry struggled desperately, but unfortunately his limbs were fixed to the iron chair, and no matter how he swung, he could not break free.

However, Allen ignored it completely, raising his left hand to look at the non-existent watch.

"It's 8 p.m., and the weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms."

Allen said angrily, "As expected, you can't trust the weather forecast."

Brother, when did you watch the weather forecast?

Boom!

A clap of thunder sounded.

It really thundered.

"People will die! I don't want to die! Let me go!"

Upon seeing the thunderclap, Barry's reason was overwhelmed by fear, and he began to sob and plead.

"Stop crying like a man. You won't die if you get struck by lightning." Allen glanced at his second disciple with disdain.

"This is terrible! I haven't even confessed my feelings yet, and I don't even have a girlfriend..."

Barry cried out in a cacophony of wailing, driving the child to the brink of insanity.

Boom!

The next moment, a bolt of lightning struck the lightning rod on the roof.

Lightning bolts spread straight along the iron chain like electric snakes.

Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the entire room.

The whole process was completed in an instant.

One second, Barry was crying and sobbing; the next, he was covered in charred remains and puffing out white smoke.

His eyes were lifeless and he looked utterly despondent, as if he had been struck dumb by lightning.

"Thank goodness he's not dead."

Allen looked at Barry, who had a faint breath, and seemed to think that he was alright.

Bruce rushed back inside and saw Barry's terrible condition. His first thought was to call an ambulance.

"The humiliation of failure."

Bathed in the healing light, Barry seemed to transform into a butterfly, her charred, dead skin cracking and peeling away to reveal her fair and delicate skin.

"Master, can you stop? I feel like I can't take it a second time," Barry pleaded.

As lightning pierced every inch of his body, Barry felt his soul about to disintegrate, as if he could see his long-deceased great-grandmother beckoning to him.

Allen, exasperated, snapped, "Besides being the Flash, what are you? What are you anyway?"

"Waaah... I just want to be a forensic pathologist, earn a salary of six thousand, work four days a week and rest three days a week, have six types of insurance and three types of funds, and retire early in my fifties to live a comfortable retirement life," Barry said pitifully.

"Give up your 'salted fish' mentality. You're good for nothing but success, unlike me, a lone wolf, and mentally ill, so the law can't touch me." Allen's tone was quite smug.

"Waaaaah... I..."

Boom!

Before Barry could finish speaking, a second bolt of lightning struck.

Allen and Bruce instinctively closed their eyes to avoid the blinding lightning.

Then came the smell of burnt barbecue.

When I opened my eyes, Barry was at least six-tenths cooked this time.

"I... never mind, just let me die."

Barry slowly closed his eyes, no longer hoping for a chance to live, only wishing for an end to the inhuman torture as soon as possible. His whole body felt burned, and even speaking made his lungs ache.

"What do you mean by 'die'? If I don't turn you into the Flash, I'll be unworthy of being a teacher."

Allen flicked his hair, wielding a healing light in one hand and a cleansing light in the other, pulling Barry back from near death to full health.

"Maybe we should just forget about it," Bruce suggested.

Giving superpowers to those struck by lightning is completely unrealistic.

He had only seen news reports of people dying from being struck by lightning; he had never seen a person mutated after being struck by lightning.

"Forget it, what do you mean by forget it?"

Allen said in a serious tone, "The word 'calculation' doesn't exist in my dictionary."

Hearing such a resolute response, Bruce wisely stepped aside and silently pulled out his hidden card to call the police.

He couldn't possibly just stand by and watch a living person get struck by lightning and die.

Boom!

The third lightning strike.

Barry didn't speak again, his mouth slightly open as he exhaled a breath of stale air, his body trembling uncontrollably from the pain.

"Keep going, keep going, you'll succeed after a few more tries," Allen comforted him.

When Bruce called the police, he was actually being wiretapped by a special agency.

Since Ellen doesn't use a cell phone, Ellie can only order her subordinates to keep a close eye on the people around her.

Upon learning of the heinous incident where a mentally ill person was struck by lightning, Ellie immediately led an armed force to the scene.

She had just returned from out of town and was about to rest when she received a report that forced her to come back and work overtime.

As for searching for traces of the demon, that falls under the purview of the detection station.

In less than half an hour, the armored vehicle convoy arrived at the funeral home despite the torrential rain.

"Prepare the battering ram!"

Boom!

The sound of the door being broken down overlapped with the sound of thunder.

The well-trained troops quickly swarmed in.

"Hands behind your head, squat down and don't move!"

More than twenty fully armed soldiers stormed into the house, spreading out in various corners, pointing their weapons at Allen and the others.

At this moment, Bruce, dressed in his Batsuit, was crouching with his hands behind his head, which was an insult to his outfit.

Allen remained unmoved, staring at Barry.

"It's a success!"

Allen keenly noticed a flash of golden lightning in Barry's eyes, clearly a characteristic of the Speed ​​Force.

"What succeeded?"

(End of this chapter)