American comics: This guy is crazy

The flame that had been burning at the gate of hell for hundreds of years was extinguished at this moment.

The deep, dark cave seemed like an ordinary collapsed cave, returning to its supposed calm.

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

"I feel like we are about to face a tough battle." Luo Lin said seriously.

"What do you suggest?"

Ellie cast a pleading look.

She has only been studying abnormal human beings for many years, and was actually ordered to deal with the invasion of hell when the crisis came.

Of course, corresponding departments are being formed to contact relevant people as much as possible to fight against the devil.

"I need to go to the Holy See to find my sister, Holy Sister Irene. She may be able to help."

Erin?

St. Louis blood.

At this moment, the other exorcists realized how extraordinary Rowling's origins were.

He is the descendant of a saint from a hundred years ago. No wonder he has such powerful psychic abilities.

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

And in Los Angeles, he didn't understand that he was anchored to a metal chair.

There are all kinds of colorful chemicals hanging around.

"Routine operations."

Allen casually checked the chemicals.

In fact, I am not sure whether the elements are correct.

The last time I dealt with a female corpse, I noticed that the chemicals placed there looked like the scene where The Flash was born.

"should be no problem."

Allen murmured in a low voice: "If there is an accident, I can save you."

After all, the priest skill has a great resurrection.

In short, as long as it is not the first time you are killed, you can save it through the priest's healing skills.

Barry was afraid and said, "Can you forget it? I don't want super powers anymore."

"If you say something stupid, my teacher will still harm you."

After saying that, Allen carefully checked the restraint belt, as if he was worried about Barry breaking away.

An iron rope dropped from the rooftop window.

Bruce leaned on the skylight and shouted, "The lightning rod has been tied up."

"Stay far away, don't let the lightning hit you." Alan reminded.

Lightning!

For a moment, Barry's eyes widened in horror.

With my small body, being struck by lightning would not cause me to be burnt on the spot but tender on the inside.

"Let me go, I won't play anymore, people will die..."

Barry struggled hard, but unfortunately his limbs were fixed on the iron chair. No matter how he swayed, he could not break free.

However, Allen turned a blind eye and raised his left hand to look at the non-existent watch.

"It's eight o'clock in the evening, and the weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms."

Allen said angrily: "Sure enough, the weather forecast cannot be trusted."

Brother, when did you read the weather forecast?

Boom!

A crash of thunder fell.

It really thundered.

"It will kill people. I don't want to die. Let me go."

When he saw the thunder, Barry's reason was swallowed up by fear, and he cried and begged.

"I'm crying like a man. He won't die even if he's struck by lightning." Allen glanced at the second disciple with disgust.

"It's damning, I haven't confessed yet, I don't have a virgin girlfriend yet..."

Barry was crying like a ghost, and the child was so frightened that he went insane.

Boom!

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

The lightning spread straight along the iron cable like an electric snake.

Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the entire room.

The whole process is completed in an instant.

One second, Barry was crying, and the next second, his body was charred and he was spitting out white smoke.

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

"Fortunately he's not dead."

Allen looked at Barry, who had a weak breath, and looked like there was no big problem.

Bruce, who rushed back to the house, saw Barry's miserable condition and his first thought was to call an ambulance.

"Failure humiliates the light."

Under the irradiation of the healing light, Barry seemed to transform into a butterfly. The charred dead skin cracked and fell off, revealing pink and white skin.

"Master, can you stop? I feel like I can't hold on for the second time." Barry begged.

When lightning penetrated every inch of his body, Barry felt that his soul was about to collapse, as if he saw his long-dead grandma waving to him.

Allen hated him and said angrily: "Besides becoming the Flash, what else are you? What else are you?"

"Ugh..., I just want to be a forensic doctor, with a salary of 6,000, four days off and three days off, six insurances and three pensions, and I can retire early when I'm in my fifties and live a retirement life." Barry said aggrievedly.

"Give up your idea of ​​​​salted fish, you are nothing but success. Unlike me, who is alone and mentally ill, the law cannot punish me." Allen's tone was quite satisfactory.

"Woo woo woo..., I..."

Boom!

Before Barry could finish his words, a second bolt of lightning fell.

Allen and Bruce subconsciously closed their eyes to avoid the dazzling lightning.

Then came the smell of burning barbecue.

When he opened his eyes, Barry felt at least sixty-five this time.

"I..., forget it, let me die."

Barry slowly closed his eyes, no longer wishing for life. He just hoped that the inhuman torture would end as soon as possible. He felt burned all over his body and his lungs stung when he spoke.

"Why don't you die? If I don't split you into the Flash, I will be a teacher in vain."

Allen flipped up his hair, used the healing light with one hand, and the washing light with the other, bringing Barry back from the brink of death to full health.

"Forget it." Bruce tried to dissuade him.

It is completely unrealistic for Lightning Strike to gain superpowers.

He had only seen people who died from lightning strikes on the news, but had never seen people who were mutated by lightning strikes.

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

Alan said seriously: "There is no word for forget in my dictionary."

Hearing such a resolute response, Bruce wisely stepped aside and silently took out his dark gun to call the police.

After all, he couldn't just watch a living person being struck to death by lightning.

Boom!

The third lightning.

Barry didn't say anything else, slightly opened his mouth and exhaled turbid air, his body couldn't stop shaking in pain.

"Hold on, hold on, and you will definitely succeed if you strike a few more times." Allen comforted.

When Bruce called the police, he was actually eavesdropped by a special department.

Since Allen didn't use a mobile phone, Ellie could only order his men to keep an eye on the people around him.

After learning about the terrible incident of a mentally ill person being struck by lightning, Ellie immediately led the armed forces to come.

She had just returned from another place, and just when she wanted to rest, she received a report and had to come back to work overtime.

As for finding the traces of the devil, it was the action of the detection station.

In less than half an hour, the armored convoy rushed to the funeral home in the heavy rain.

"Get the battering ram ready!"

Boom!

The sound of the door breaking overlapped with the sound of thunder.

The well-trained troops rushed in quickly.

"Hold your head with your hands, squat down and don't move!"

More than 20 fully armed soldiers broke into the house, spread out in every corner, holding weapons and pointing them at Allen and others.

At this moment, Bruce was wearing a bat suit and squatting with his hands on his head, which was simply an insult to his outfit.

Allen stared at Barry unmoved.

"Success!"

Allen keenly caught a flash of golden lightning in Barry's eyes, which was obviously a feature of the speed force.

"What succeeded?"