American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 353 The Flash is born successfully
The flames that had been burning at the Gate of Hell for a hundred years were extinguished at this moment.

The deep and dark cave, like an ordinary collapsed cave, returned to its normal calmness.

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

"I think we're going to face a tough battle," Rowling said seriously.

"What do you suggest?"

Ellie gave him a soliciting look.

She has only been studying abnormal humans for many years, but was actually ordered to deal with the invasion of Hell.

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

"I need to go to the Vatican and find my sister, Holy Sister Irene. Maybe she can help."

Erin?

St. Louis bloodline.

At this moment, the other exorcists realized how extraordinary Rowling's background was.

He is the descendant of a saint who lived a hundred years ago. No wonder he possesses such powerful psychic abilities.

……

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

And in Los Angeles, he didn't understand why he had to be fixed to a metal chair.

Various colorful chemicals are hung around him.

"Routine operations."

Alan said casually and started checking the chemicals.

In fact, I'm not even sure if the elements are correct.

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

"should be no problem."

Alan muttered quietly, "If anything happens, I can save them."

After all, the priest's skill includes the great resurrection.

In short, as long as you are not killed for the first time, you can be saved by the priest's healing skills.

Barry said fearfully, "Forget it, I don't want super powers anymore."

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can your teacher harm you?"

After saying that, Alan carefully checked the restraint belt, as if he was worried that Barry would break free.

A wire rope dropped from the rooftop window.

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

"Stay away and don't get struck by lightning," Alan reminded.

Lightning!

Instantly, Barry's eyes widened in horror.

With my small body, if I were struck by lightning, I would be burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Let me go, I don't want to play anymore, it will kill people..."

Barry struggled hard, but unfortunately his limbs were fixed to the iron chair and no matter how he moved, he could not break free.

However, Alan 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."

Alan said angrily: "Sure enough, the weather forecast can't be trusted."

Brother, when did you check the weather forecast?
Boom!

A thunder roared.

It really thundered.

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

When he saw the thunder, Barry's reason was swallowed by fear and he began to cry and beg.

"Cry for fun, act like a man. You won't die if struck by lightning." Alan looked at the second disciple with disdain.

"It's killing me. I haven't confessed yet, and I don't have a girlfriend yet..."

Barry cried so hard that the child became insane with fear.

Boom!

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

The lightning spread along the iron chain like an electric snake.

Sparks flew, illuminating the entire room.

The whole process is completed in an instant.

One second, Barry was crying, and the next second, he was charred and spewing white smoke. His eyes were lifeless and he looked like he had lost all hope in life, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Luckily, I'm not dead."

Alan looked at Barry, who was breathing faintly, and looked as if nothing was wrong.

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

"Failure humiliates the light."

Under the healing light, Barry seemed to emerge from the water as a butterfly. The charred dead skin cracked and fell off, revealing his pink and fair skin.

"Master, can you please stop? I don't think I can handle it a second time." Barry begged.

As lightning penetrated every inch of his body, Barry felt as if his soul was about to collapse, as if he saw his long-deceased grandmother waving at him.

Allen was so disappointed that he said angrily: "Besides being the Flash, what else are you? What else are you?"

"Woo woo..., I just want to be a forensic doctor, earn 6,000 yuan salary, work four weeks and rest three days, have six insurances and three funds, and retire early due to illness in my fifties to live a retirement life." Barry said aggrievedly.

"Give up your idea of ​​being a slacker. You have done nothing but succeed. Unlike me, I am alone and mentally ill, and the law cannot punish me." Alan's tone was quite proud.

“Wow, wow, I…”

Boom!

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

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

Then came the smell of burning barbecue.

When I opened my eyes, this time Barry was at least medium rare.

"I... Never mind. Let me die."

Barry slowly closed his eyes, no longer hoping to live, he just hoped that the inhuman torture would end soon. His whole body felt burned and his lungs hurt when he spoke.

"What do you mean by life or death? If I don't turn you into the Flash, I'd be unworthy of being your teacher."

Alan flicked his hair, and with one hand he used the healing light, and with the other hand he used the cleansing light, and brought Barry back from the brink of death to full health.

"Forget it." Bruce advised.

Gaining super powers by being struck by lightning is totally unrealistic.

He had only seen people dying from lightning strikes on the news, but had never seen anyone mutated from lightning strikes.

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

Allen said seriously, "There are no two words in my dictionary."

Hearing such a firm response, Bruce wisely stepped aside and silently took out his phone 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. He opened his mouth slightly to exhale foul air, and his body couldn't stop shaking in pain.

"Hold on, you will definitely succeed if you chop a few more times," Alan comforted.

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

Since Allen doesn't use a cell phone, Ellie can only order her men to keep an eye on the people around him at all times.

Upon learning about the terrible incident of a mentally ill person causing lightning to strike someone, Ellie immediately led the armed forces to the scene.

She had just returned from another trip and was just about to take a rest when she received a report and had to come back to work overtime.

As for finding traces of the devil, that is the action of detecting the site.

Within half an hour, the armored convoy arrived at the funeral home in the heavy rain.

"Battering hammer ready!"

Boom!

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

Well-trained troops rushed in quickly.

"Put your hands on your head, squat down and don't move!"

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

At this moment, Bruce was squatting in his bat suit with his hands on his head, which was a real insult to his outfit.

And Alan stared at Barry unmoved.

"Success!"

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

"What worked?"

(End of this chapter)