Chapter 320: We Are All Living Hard

When the red figure began running at high speed around the tornado again, fine golden sparks gradually flickered within the golden light behind him—when Barry's speed became faster and faster, the Speed Force finally revealed part of its true form.

He gradually turned into a human-shaped lightning bolt.

Clyde, at the center of the storm, wanted to blast Barry out with high-speed air currents just as before; he exerted all his strength to drive the tornado, wanting to make its speed even faster, but at this moment, Barry had become unstoppable.

Dr. Wells watched the data on the sensors, saw Barry's speed skyrocket within seconds, and couldn't help but take off his glasses, a joyful smile appearing in his eyes.

"Aaaaaah—"

Amidst Ma Dong's hoarse, desperate roar, the rapidly rotating air currents collapsed with a boom, sending shockwaves of dust and earth spreading outward—the tornado vanished.

Barry, as if having survived a near-death experience, leaned on his knees gasping for breath, unaware that the tornado had blown off his mask; while Joe, behind the vehicle, seeing Barry's true face, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

That superpowered being is my son?!

"Ha, hahaha."

Clyde's voice sounded behind Barry.

"I didn't expect there to be someone like me."

Barry looked at him and refuted without hesitation: "No, I am different from you—you are a criminal."

Ma Dong looked into Barry's eyes and suddenly understood what he wanted to say: A criminal who gained powers is still just a criminal; if one cannot even be a proper human, on what basis does one claim to be a god?

So he instinctively picked up the gun, just as he had done countless times before, wanting to fire a bullet at Barry.

In the end, Clyde Ma Dong was still that Clyde Ma Dong.

Only this time, he failed to pull the trigger.

Joe instinctively drew his gun in an instant, wanting to shoot Clyde dead immediately.

But just then, a powerful piece of music suddenly rang out under the night sky, sounding like a very special song.

"Oh life, can you let me off just this once~"

"What's that noise?!"

A white beam of light lit up behind him; Clyde, who had been about to fire, was startled by the sudden sound of the speakers, turned his head sharply, and was then blinded by the dazzling headlights.

"Boom-boom-boom—"

"Sometimes I'm clearly exhausted but don't know why I must persist~"

A massive semi-trailer truck, equipped with powerful speakers, sped across the farm at high speed; the rumbling vibrations made people's hearts tremble.

Where the hell did that thing come from!?

At this moment, Joe's face was blank; he stared at the big truck that had appeared out of thin air—as if it had not only crashed into Ma Dong but also crashed into his brain.

Am I dreaming?

By the time his brain finally caught up, that big truck had arrived before Clyde at a speed visible to the naked eye, a speed capable of crushing a person, and the speakers had just reached the ending.

"Wipe away your tears and face the trivial mess of daily life—"

Joe shouted loudly to Barry, who was also blinded by the headlights behind Clyde: "Barry, get out of the way!"

"A scoop of sauce~"

Bang!

When he was flying through the sky, Clyde thought of many things. He thought of the hundreds of thousands of stolen dollars he hadn't spent these past few days, his grand ambition to unify Central City, his survival after crawling out of the plane wreckage, those nine months of hiding and dodging, and the ecstasy upon discovering he had gained powers.

Finally, he thought of his older brother, Mark Ma Dong.

Mark, he murmured in his heart, the family member who had lived with me for so many years, my older brother.

This should have been the person he remembered most deeply, because in the past years, it had always been the older brother Mark who took care of the younger brother Clyde, paying the price for his recklessness and temper—people remembered, the Ma Dong brothers were always two people.

Did I forget my brother? How could I have forgotten him?

In the final moment before his thoughts stagnated, the face of his elder brother flashed through Clyde's mind.

Boom-boom—

Crashing into a Clyde had no effect whatsoever on the semi-trailer truck's speed; it smoothly and elegantly gave a slight turn of its head and drove straight out from Barry's side. When Barry, whose retina had finally recovered, turned his head, he could only see the rolling dust trail it left behind.

Inside the vehicle, Ma Ma Zhaodi looked at the landed Clyde in the rearview mirror and asked the system: "How's it going? Did the interdimensional smuggling succeed?"

【Smuggling successful. Clyde will be sent into your universe and an avatar will be generated at the designated location—Gotham Prison.】

"Great. The factory has gained new labor, Gotham City has new beasts of burden, Central City is one less superpowered criminal, San San Bengzi finally got a kill, and we all have a bright future."

Thinking he had done a four-win good deed, Ma Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but hum softly.

"This semi-trailer truck form is too Clumsy and Heavy. Old Ma, I don't want to use this form anymore."

"Don't be silly. I specifically spent twenty thousand to add this form for you. Not to mention there's a whole bunch of superpowered criminals waiting to be reborn in another world in the future, but even if I stop running my stall later, I can at least make some money by having you haul goods."

While the man and the vehicle were conversing, the body of the semi-trailer truck began to fold and transform again. Within a few seconds, the massive vehicle body turned back into a compact motorcycle. San San Bengzi also activated silent mode, so the blue-black painted motorcycle truly blended completely into the night.

Using the mud-head truck form was not a decision Ma Ma Zhaodi made on a whim. Ever since he had Daimao and San San Bengzi, he could now gradually loosen his restraints a bit. After all, Reverse Flash couldn't kill him in one strike anymore; even if he really did get killed, Maomao could save him back with the cat-car.

【You have assisted in advancing the timeline in this universe, assisted Barry Allen, and "killed" Clyde. Your connection to this universe has increased by 5%.】

"To boost your compatibility by one point, I still have to help you kill twenty monsters." Ma Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes: "This universe is purely trying to get something for nothing."

【Please note: According to the original timeline of this universe, certain figures who should be captured cannot die in this universe, and certain figures who should die cannot survive in this universe. Please carefully distinguish the requirements given by the mission.】

"I'll try my best." Ma Ma Zhaodi pouted: "Only traveling through timelines causes misfortune, but I am using the 'present' to expand the future. If there is a good ending, I have no reason to deliberately choose a bad one."

"Barry, Barry? How is your situation over there? Why aren't you speaking?"

The doctor asked nervously over the communication channel: "And why is there the sound of speakers over there? Did something pass by?"

"Ah?"

At this moment, Barry was still staring blankly in the direction where the semi-trailer truck had disappeared. Only after a moment did he belatedly reply.

"Ah, it's over here. Clyde is finished."

"But... I don't know how to explain everything that just happened to you." Barry continued, somewhat conflicted: "But Clyde might have died in a car accident."

(End of this chapter)