Chapter 459

"This isn't your fault, nobody knew it would turn out like this, and—and you only have twenty percent of the shares."

Dr. Harrison Wells widened his eyes. Well, you thick-browed and big-eyed Caitlin, you can comfort Su Quan if you want, but what do you mean by saying he only has twenty percent of the shares?

I have eighty percent of the shares, which means the main responsibility is mine!

That's the way it is, but I can say it's my responsibility; you can't say it.

And Su Quan, what do you mean by stealing my lines? Let me be the villain, but you be the good guy? How does this let me become Barry Allen's spiritual mentor, how does this let me teach him to run faster?!

Dr. Harrison Wells was so angry, but he couldn't say anything at the moment, so he could only hold the microphone and say with a somewhat low mood.

"Su Quan is right, it is our responsibility, it was my arrogance that led to all of this."

"So, run, Barry, run fast!"

Cisco and Caitlin heard the voice and looked over in surprise, but Dr. Harrison Wells felt more and more uncomfortable the more he thought about it.

It was clearly my line, but saying it after Su Quan felt like the frustration of picking up someone else's leftovers.

Moreover, because he was preempted by Su Quan, his mood was affected, and his voice became less full and less persuasive, feeling as if he had to follow along just because Su Quan had spoken.

What the hell is this!

For someone like Barry Allen, who was somewhat insecure due to his family and life, the effect of the chicken soup was maximized.

He ran faster and faster, faster and faster.

Five hundred miles per hour.

Six hundred miles per hour.

Seven hundred—miles per hour!

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar.

Like a bomb exploding, the originally massive tornado instantly dissipated.

Barry Allen, succeeded!

Su Quan watched the tornado data disappear on the screen, secretly created a lifelike illusion clone to replace himself, while he himself turned invisible and teleported directly to the vicinity of the farm.

The exhausted Barry Allen took off his mask and knelt on the ground, panting heavily. In front of him, the Weather Wizard Clyde Mardon held a pistol, pointing it at him triumphantly.

"He was talking about you, right? Hmph, what a pity, you can't kill me, the one who dies is you!"

Clyde Mardon pulled the trigger...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Several gunshots.

The one who was shot wasn't Barry Allen, but Clyde Mardon.

Clyde Mardon, shot multiple times, screamed and fell to the ground. Joe Wei Site, who had fired from afar, frowned slightly.

"I clearly aimed for his head and heart, how—forget it, Barry's safety is more important." Joe Wei Site ran quickly to Barry Allen.

Just now, when Barry Allen took off his mask, Joe Wei Site was stunned.

He never expected that the mysterious man who ran fast, the mysterious man who stopped Clyde Mardon, the mysterious man who saved the city from a catastrophe, would actually be his own, Barry Allen!

Joe Wei Site and Barry Allen faced each other, silent, each with complex emotions.

"I saved you!"

The mysterious man's voice rang out abruptly in the mind of Clyde Mardon, who had fallen to the ground after being shot.

"You, when did you save me?" Clyde Mardon endured the pain and struggled to ask.

"There was a bullet that should have hit your head."

As the voice fell, Clyde Mardon eerily discovered that a bullet had actually floated up from the ground by itself and landed on him.

It's him!

He really saved me!

Clyde Mardon's expression brightened, and he hurriedly said: "Save me, I can make a wish to you!"

Shot as he was, he couldn't deal with that fast-running guy, not to mention there was a cop who had almost killed him.

He didn't want to go to jail!

Now only this mysterious man could save him.

"Hmm?"

Clyde Mardon felt an invisible hand placed on him, and immediately after, the mysterious man's voice rang out.

"You can make your wish now."

"My, my wish is—"

Leave here?

No, that's too embarrassing!

I was injured, that's why I wished to run and then make a comeback. What if I wasn't injured? What if I was prepared?

The cop's gun is useless junk, and that fast-running guy, he should be out of energy too, right?

Why should I run? Why should I make a comeback?

Now, I can deal with them!

"My wish is to heal my wounds and restore my stamina!" Clyde Mardon roared wildly.

"..."

"As you wish!"