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Lawton was shocked.

Many people think that what Deadshot is most proud of must be his marksmanship. This is indeed true, but as a top killer, Lawton knows that it is not just that.

For a truly top killer, what is more important is intelligence.

You have to know clearly what you are facing and who you want to kill. What time, where, and what kind of situation you may encounter.

As the world's top shooter, Lawton will do his homework every time he makes a move. He will investigate the details of each of his targets clearly. If he wants to, even the top politicians in the world can only take one shot.

But Barry Allen?

All information shows that he is just an ordinary investigator from the Midtown Police Department, with nothing special about him.

That's how it should be.

Of course, it was a shock, but Lawton's professional instinct was still there. The moment he saw Barry flash behind him, he immediately dropped the sniper and raised his arm, locking the target with the special barrel on the back of his hand.

With a sudden burst of fire, the shuttle fired directly!

At this moment, Barry was still lying on the ground, covering his nose that he accidentally bruised. His pupils shrank, and the entire space seemed to have a strange filter added to his field of vision. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the surrounding scenery became unreal.

Once again, the bullet froze in mid-air.

He could even see the dead shooter's barrel slowly rising under the recoil. Fire and a circle of smoke slowly exploded from the muzzle. The propulsion force pushed the dead-shooting modified bullet out of the chamber with great difficulty.

"You ran too fast."

Shen You appeared silently behind him and said, "Many physical laws and common sense habits are different in the speeding state. You have to learn to control it."

In fact, Shen You has now begun to find that it is a bit difficult to keep up with Barry's speed in his human body - and this is only the first time that Barry has entered high gear, and he will definitely be faster in the future.

Quickly record a wave of data.

"Noted. Hope my nose is okay."

Barry rubbed his nose and stood up slowly. Flashes of lightning flashed in front of him, making the dead shot that maintained the shooting posture and the slowly advancing bullet look a bit ridiculous.

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

"Deadshot, the most powerful gunman in the world."

Shen You took his time and made a half-circle around Dead Shot, who was maintaining a shooting posture, and looked at his iconic modified barrel and aiming eyepiece.

"It seems so."

Barry was surprised: "How could I get into trouble with such a dangerous person?"

"Who knows? But why don't you take him down and ask yourself."

Barry was startled by the idea. He glanced at Deadshot, who was staying in the same place as Dingshen, and then looked at his fists, his eyes flickering.

"how?"

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

"It's easy. Let me show you."

Shen You walked to Death Shooter's left side.

"Even the slightest movement at super high speed will cause a powerful blow, so you don't have to worry about power punching techniques or anything like that. You just have to act like this."

He stretched out a finger and tapped Deadshot's cheek.

The fingertips dug into the skin, and ripples of ultra-high-speed impact spread rapidly along the tired cheeks.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple." Shen You stepped aside and smiled, "You try it."

Barry looked at his fingers and stepped forward, eager to try.

He followed suit and stretched out a hand, with blue electricity wrapped around his fingertips. He slowly and carefully inserted his fingers.

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

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

Barry was pleasantly surprised, feeling like a child surprised by a new toy.

"Isn't this too strong?"

Surprised, he walked around Laoden, who seemed to have been immobilized, poking here and dotting there. Sometimes he pokes his face, sometimes his belly, sometimes his thighs

As a result, Laodun's whole body felt bad.

For Lawton, who does not have the blessing of the Speed ​​Force or super speed, things only happen the moment he pulls the trigger. He pulled the trigger with his index finger. The next moment, the right side of his face felt as if he had been hit hard. His head instinctively turned to the left, and then he was shocked to realize that the left side of his face was also hit hard at the same moment.

Also shoulders, arms, belly, back, thighs

With a series of bang, bang, bang, and a series of blows, Deadshot's whole body twisted around like crazy. He twitched for a while and collapsed to the ground as if his heels were broken. He lay on the ground with his eyes wide open.

It felt as if I was surrounded by a hundred big men on three levels outside and on three levels outside, taking turns educating me.

And all within a few tenths of a second!

Absolutely unbelievable.

He was simply unlucky enough to encounter this kind of thing for eight lifetimes.

"Oh~hohoho, this is so cool." Barry looked at his hands that were still dancing with lightning in surprise.

Shen You silently recorded how Barry's Speed ​​Force energy reacted during this entire series of actions. He had a hunch that these precious data would be a huge help to his research in the future.

The exhausted Laodun lay on the ground and vomited blood.

"Is this all because of that thunder?" He stared in disbelief, as if he would not rest in peace until the question was answered.

He carefully looked through the target file before the assassination. Barry Allen looked like a nerd who had an unfortunate childhood. He went to school and joined the Midtown Police Department. The only thing that could be connected to the strange phenomenon in front of him seemed to be the electric shock a month ago.

"Well, probably, maybe, I think?" Barry wasn't too sure.

Lawton couldn't help but spit out blood again.

"I have a cousin who was also struck by lightning." Lawton looked dissatisfied, "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 asked for it. Who called you a criminal?

By the way, why on earth did you shoot me, buddy? Did I offend you? "

Lawton snorted heavily and stopped talking. Then he jumped up suddenly with his injured body, raised his hand and slammed a grenade onto the ground.

Lightning reappeared, and Barry said "ah" and instinctively entered bullet time again.

"He wants to throw a grenade! Let's run."

"Calm down, Barry. With your speed now, you can wait for the grenade to explode before running away. Besides, it's not a grenade, just a flashbang." Shen You, the ruthless data recording machine on the side, reminded.

"Oh yes."

Barry turned to look at Lawton, who was in slow motion again, and the flash bomb in his hand that had its bolt pulled out and was about to be smashed down.

"I suddenly had an idea!"

Barry's childlike innocence grew, and he ran up, dragging Lightning behind him, picked up the thrown flash bomb and stuffed it back into Lawton's hand, then made a fist for him and squeezed it tightly, one finger at a time.

Naturally, you can't feel the fatigue at such a fast speed. In his field of vision, he only felt that he threw a flash grenade, and then he immediately rolled on the spot and hid in the bunker next to him. The operation was smooth and smooth, and he was extremely handsome.

After rolling to his feet, he was surprised to realize that the flash bomb with the bolt unbolted was still in his hand.

Laodun was shocked and hurriedly raised his hand and threw it again instinctively. However, when I threw it out and turned around, I found that I was still holding it in my hand.

No matter how he threw it, it would teleport back to his hand in a strange way, like a piece of brown candy that couldn't be thrown away.

Lawton gave up his resistance and said, "I'm so fucked."

boom!

The flash bomb exploded in his hand, flashing Lawton's face on the spot.

My brain was dizzy and there was a strong tinnitus in my ears. When the discomfort subsided little by little and the image in front of him barely recovered, he realized that he had been tied up.

"Now," Barry said with a straight face, "Who asked you to kill me?"

Lawton looked at him expressionlessly.

"It is our basic professional ethics not to disclose customer information."

But after a pause, before they had time to ask the next question, Lawton changed the topic.

"However, this time the situation is special. It doesn't matter if I tell you. It's a black and ugly gorilla."

"ha?"

Barry raised an eyebrow.

"Man, you should really polish your rhetoric. At least make it something decent."

boom!

The violent sound attracted everyone's attention. Several people turned their heads and saw the giant thing dragging flames falling from the sky without warning, crashing into the originally peaceful Midtown neighborhood.

And not just one. It was like a huge fireball filling the sky, burning the entire sky. Countless meteorites wrapped in flames hit the buildings and blocks of the city. After landing, they rolled mercilessly, crushing everything like a giant steamroller. Spurting flames and thick smoke filled Midtown, and disaster swept across the city like a tidal wave.

That's not a meteorite, it's a spaceship.

After they landed and stopped, they immediately bounced away with a "click", and the invaders revealed their ferocious minions from those spaceships.

It's a gorilla.

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

Barry was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear, looking at the orangutans in the city below, and then at Deadshot who was tied up in front of him.

Lawton curled his lips.

"See, I told you."

Today’s fourth update is another 9,000+ words. No more, really not a drop left. . .