Chapter 333: Old Ginger is Spicier

"Uh, Dr. Wells, could the lab adjust my diet plan a bit?"

"No, Mr. Allen. If you specifically ran from the precinct to find me just for this, then I suggest you hurry back to the precinct before Joe discovers you skipped work."

Dr. Wells's expressionless way of speaking to Barry seemed somewhat cold; Cisco and Caitlin dared not interrupt at that moment, as they knew very well that this tone was a sign of the doctor's anger.

"No, no, I mean, I found a more convenient way." Barry explained: "Without eating so much, there is a kind of chocolate that can quickly restore my stamina; one piece is enough."

Dr. Wells's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly.

From the moment Barry Allen obtained the Speed Force, he had done a lot of research on related matters; regarding matters of the Speedsters, Dr. Wells could not be said to know everything, but at least one could say he knew all there was to know, but the "chocolate" Barry mentioned...

"I have never heard of such a thing." Dr. Wells replied: "From the moment your hypoglycemia symptoms started until now, I have checked all data regarding high-energy foods and the like; I am very certain that even if you held a bucket of chocolate and drank it directly, you would at least have to finish over ten buckets."

"If someone tells you that one piece of chocolate is enough to restore your stamina, it may simply be because they do not understand you; but if you yourself believe this claim, it can only mean you do not understand yourself, nor do you understand science."

"No, no, no, I have tried its effects; Old Ma's words are true; I even specially bought an extra piece back—Cisco, can you help me test this piece of chocolate?"

When Dr. Wells heard this familiar name, he could not help but ask: "Is it that owner of the dessert food truck again?"

"Uh, yes, it is him; I saw him setting up a stall at the precinct entrance."

"Interesting."

A hint of amusement appeared in Dr. Wells's eyes: "Since the explosion occurred, a strange foreign figure has appeared in Central City; he just happened to appear at the precinct, near S. T. A. R. Labs, and what he makes just happens to be liked by you; if his stall location is really this coincidental, I do have a bit of a desire to meet this top-tier dessert master who likes street vending."

Dr. Wells's voice came out clearly from the monitor; although he had a little psychological preparation for his reaction, Ma Ma Zhaodi, standing at the precinct entrance, listening to his tone, still felt a chill run down his spine.

"Damn, he's sharp; as soon as I show my head, he locks onto me immediately."

But this matter ultimately cannot be blocked but must be channeled; if he cannot successfully transform his identity from a "suspicious person hiding his head and tail" into an "interesting NPC with some backstory," then in the foreseeable future, he will definitely be treated as a suspicious person and directly eliminated—Ma Ma Zhaodi knew Dr. Wells's style too well.

Extremely calm and rational, extremely protective of the current Flash, extremely cold.

"There is one more thing, Barry." Dr. Wells continued to speak: "You fainted at Steg's award ceremony yesterday, correct?"

A sudden sense of danger arose in Ma Ma Zhaodi's heart.

"Steg caught his attention? But why? Denton never showed up the whole time; his abilities shouldn't even be known by anyone."

"San San Bengzi." He immediately asked: "Did that security chief leak Denton's news?"

"No; up to now, Denton Black has not displayed his abilities in front of anyone."

"Understood." Ma Ma Zhaodi directly locked onto the target: "Gideon did it."

"That artificial intelligence AI that stores 24 years of news?"

"Exactly; the information the doctor accesses outside the lab, we can indirectly know; only the secret room is the one place we dared not contact or monitor—we must give Denton a warning."

In S. T. A. R. Labs, Barry, facing the doctor's question, could not help but pause for a moment.

"Yes, at that time Iris and I went to Steg's award ceremony; she wanted to write a thesis, and I purely wanted to see the new medical breakthrough—and then I discovered several people holding guns running out of the venue."

"Running 'out'?"

"Yes."

"Those people did not rob, did not kill, did not commit any criminal acts, and just ran away with guns?" "Yes."

"Then what do you think they went to the venue for?"

"Uh, the precinct is also investigating, but we cannot be certain because they did nothing."

"Wrong, Barry."

The doctor could not help but laugh: "It is precisely because they did nothing that it is easy to determine."

"They were a group, and they carried guns, so they intended violent action."

"No need to investigate to guess; the list of personnel present that day must mostly be dignitaries and celebrities; if they wanted money, robbery and kidnapping could be done in one go, so the other party was not after money—how many security guards were at the scene?"

"Uh, I don't know, but at that time only one security guard chased after them."

"They had absolute firepower superiority over the security guard, but did not act, indicating the other party was very smart, or had a certain moral sense; he did not want to make a big scene, lest it attract police attention, or simply was unwilling to kill."

"So he brought guns not for money, but for a person, and specifically for someone in the venue—but he abandoned the plan midway."

"There are two possibilities: one is hired murder, but the assassins are not mercenaries; they prefer assassinations and dislike such grand displays; the second possibility is revenge killing, but the target of revenge was not present, or they voluntarily abandoned the grudge."

"Barry, how many people were on the other side? Think clearly before speaking."

"I saw six; the security guard also said he saw six people running out from six venue entrances, getting into a van, and finally escaping through the back alley."

"What about the surveillance in the back alley?"

"None."

"A gang with perfect preparation and a meticulous plan, would they voluntarily abandon the action if the plan was proceeding smoothly? A group of murderers who had long decided to kill people, would they hesitate when executing the plan?"

"No."

"So their target was not in the venue—Barry, who left the award ceremony early at that time?"

When Dr. Wells asked to this point, Barry was already completely stunned.

"Mr. Steg and his security chief left early."

Dr. Wells's lips curled up, a hint of cold light hidden in his eyes.

"Caught your tail."

Under the doctor's prompting, Barry left the chocolate in the lab and turned to run back to the Central City Precinct.

"Barry? I thought you forgot today is Tuesday."

Joe saw the fiery Barry and felt displeased in his heart: "I have said many times, focus on your work—"

But Barry, rarely, did not let Joe finish speaking, but interrupted directly.

"Joe, someone wants to kill Mr. Steg!"

(End of this chapter)