I become light in American comics

"don’t worry."

The Flash stands between the tar pit and the officers escorting the cash truck.

"I'll handle it."

"OK, no problem."

A police officer behind him showed a happy smile when he saw him appearing, resting his elbow on the car and said relaxedly.

"Did you go on vacation before? I have to admit that we all miss you a lot."

The Flash focused on the tar pit and didn't reply.

The tar pits had caused him a lot of trouble when they first met, but that was in the past. Many people tend to overlook that in addition to being "the fastest man alive", The Flash is more or less a scientist. He relies on his brains as much as his speed against the opponents he has faced before.

"You were lucky last time, Red Man!"

Tar Pit shouted loudly and punched out from the air.

“But not this time!!”

Flames shot out from the fist, like a meteorite-like black mass wrapped in flames. The Flash moved sideways and avoided it easily. Fierce flames penetrated the red afterimage.

"I doubt it," Flash said, circling the tar pit. "You look as slow as a turtle, as always."

"Drink!"

The tar pit roared angrily, and the flames swelled all over his body. His entire dark body was like burning coal, and the high temperature distorted the air, making it look a little erratic.

He stretched out his palms and fired flames one after another. But the Flash drifted through the firelight as if his feet were greased, and still didn't hit it.

"Missed, almost——"

The red afterimage moved while still taunting.

But the Flash himself didn't notice at this time.

At the same time as he activated his divine speed force and moved sideways at super high speed, the golden electric light surrounding him did not know when there was a hint of purple-black impurity.

"You're fast, Red Man. I might not be able to hit you."

Tar Pit turned and unleashed a hail of flames on the officers near the cash transport truck.

"But I can predict your goal!"

The police officer over there was taken aback and had no time to react. The Flash hurriedly turned around and flew away with lightning, as if he turned into a whirlwind and rolled the police officer ten meters away, narrowly avoiding it.

"Ha, you're lucky with this move." Tar Pit raised his palms in succession, "Then what are you going to do next?"

One fireball after another continued to hit innocent people. The Flash flashed around, as fast as splitting into several clones, and simultaneously flew in different directions to rescue the attack targets from the tar pits.

"Quickly, Red Man, but not enough! Watch what I do next!?"

Tar Pit's right palm came out again, but he suddenly noticed something unusual.

Its flames can no longer shoot out.

No, it's not just the flames. Its entire body, the high-temperature flames like protective armor, extinguished itself at some point.

It's cooling down.

"No what did you do? It's my ability."

Tar Pit's huge body stumbled back, looking at his own hands that hissed and emitted white smoke in disbelief.

"I can't breathe"

It bent its knees and fell heavily to the ground.

"It seems like you finally noticed, that's right. It's not that you are making me run too hard. You would have noticed if you had paid attention to the trajectory of my running in advance."

Flash chuckled.

The direction in which he was running so fast, and the lightning trail behind him, intentionally or unintentionally drew a huge lightning vortex centered on the tar pit, surrounding it in the middle.

The Flash's super-high-speed running drove a cyclone with extremely high speeds. The cyclone formed a whirlwind along the direction he drew a circle. The air in the cyclone area was completely sucked out in just a few moments.

"Even superpowers must follow the laws of physics. Without oxygen, you can't burn. And now."

The Flash flew towards the tar pit, his right fist accumulating golden charge as he ran.

There was also a hint of inconspicuous purple and black lightning mixed in.

"Give me a good sleep first. I promise that when you wake up, you will have gone back to your VIP suite in Iron Mountain Prison!"

He precisely controlled the speed and power of his punches, as well as the infused Speed ​​Force energy. The Flash has calculated the resistance of all of his major villains, and calculated exactly how fast and how much force can be applied to knock each of them out without harming their lives.

The Tar Pit is one of the more durable ones in Midtown, and the force it can withstand is around Mach 3. The Flash suppressed his speed and punched at the most precise speed, hitting the tar pit's face like a cannon.

But what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.

There was a thunderous noise, and an astonishing thunderbolt suddenly seemed to fall from the originally clear sky in the middle city. A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, attaching itself to the Flash at this moment like a thunder god assisting.

It turned into a jet of black lightning that crossed the street!

So everyone only saw the dark electric light penetrating Tar Pit's body head-on. The huge body was pierced through the chest, leaving a transparent hole. Within a few tenths of a second, the current began to spread centered on the hole, and it spread throughout his body in an instant.

Under that electric light, the tar pit began to disintegrate.

The body fell apart and the asphalt-like structure began to fall away. The mutated organs, as well as the bones buried deep inside, all fell apart and fell to the ground like a pile of garbage.

The Flash rushed past the scattered and broken bodies, staggered a few steps before barely stopping the car, and turned back blankly, as if he didn't realize what had just happened.

And everyone behind was stunned.

The change occurred in just one second, leaving no time for them to comprehend the scene in front of them.

"Did The Flash kill him?" a police officer asked blankly.

"Don't talk nonsense, The Flash never kills."

"But I see. We see"

Even the Flash himself stood there confused, completely confused as to what was going on.

He had clearly calculated the strength, he had carefully studied the body of the Tar Pit, and he was sure that the speed just now was perfectly controlled. Such a speed could only knock it out, but would never be fatal.

wrong.

It's not because of speed. The tar pit completely disintegrated, as if the body had been corroded by something, and even the bones were scattered into a handful. This was by no means the type of damage a physical impact could cause.

What caused this? The Speed ​​Force?

After standing still for two seconds, Barry looked down at his hands.

Only then did he realize that a strange energy was continuously radiating from his body.

Dark, disturbing energy, in the form of lightning, wrapped around his body like an electric snake.

What he didn't even notice was that the stranger in white was sneering silently among the frightened people around him and those holding their mobile phones to take videos.

"Yeah, that's it, Barry."

he muttered.

"Let them understand, and let yourself understand that you are death!"