Everything seemed to be at a standstill.
Mia Some liquid precipitated from the corners of his eyes, Tim looked back with splitting eyes, and Cassandra bit his lips tightly.
As for Mal, this guy has his arms open and is enjoying the upcoming peak of his life.
Only Rachel watched all this with a blank expression.
Because Shane just talked to her Telepathy.
"Oh oh oh, as soon as I came out, I saw such a scene that touched my heart."
Perhaps to suit the occasion, Constantine played a homophonic meme that no one responded to.
Shane, who rushed out from Shadow Dimension with him, grabbed Mal by the collar and pulled it behind him. He took off his mask with his other hand, puffed up his chest and sucked in the blazing flames inspired by the manhole cover.
He doesn't have Freeze Breath, but he has super lung capacity.
The area within tens of meters in front of him was instantly evacuated. Even the fireball, which almost stagnated and expanded after forcibly using his super body to achieve extreme speed, emitted a few wisps of red and orange ion heat waves, spiraling towards Shane's mouth.
Then, just before the heat wave was about to burn Shane's lips, he exhaled all the air he had just drained out in one breath.
"Ouch!"
The air turned into a cannonball the size of a dump truck, and the sound wave turned into a shock wave that spread out in a cone shape.
The fireball caused by the explosion split into pieces, and the cavity deformed in the center and was also burned into a red-orange manhole cover. The surrounding air, metal poles of street lamps, houses, and roads were all affected by Shane's spit, everything in front of it.
First it surges up like layers of water waves, and then cracks and breaks after reaching the limit of the rigid body.
Violent energy surged through air friction and sound pressure, creating an inverted triangle-shaped ruin in a corner of Gotham.
As for Zombie Green Arrow, who has been hiding in the darkness, so-called "who knows where", he was unable to shoot the next arrow after all.
Mal kept spreading his arms in a daze, his eyes still filled with emotion that he had reached the pinnacle of his life and a sense of being slapped in the face by reality.
Shane looked back at him and clicked his tongue.
This little kid is so poor that he has never seen enough movies.
He and Constantine all witnessed the scene just now. Perhaps because the strange sound of Green Arrow's blasting arrow was so attractive, no one noticed that Rachel's cloak moved automatically at the same time.
Constantine may only see the secret emotional undercurrent between Mal and Mia.
As a cross-race, gender, and species lover who can handle everything, it is easy to see through the inner intrigues of Mia and Mal.
In the eyes of Constantine, the two children's emotional barriers that are about to break through, like a piece of tissue paper, can be used as a memory side dish for the next time they go to Pig Demon Fortress PC.
And Shane clearly saw the awkward tears of the two, the folds of the eyelids, the contraction of the subcutaneous muscles, and even the unwiped eye droppings in the corners of the eyes.
He didn't care about the emotional development of the two students. He was just a little disgusted by Mal's self-consciousness that he knew he was about to sacrifice and indulged in it.
"Watch less movies. Although not every time someone will save you before death, look at it. Isn't it embarrassing when this happens?"
Shane gave Mal a brief lesson that had nothing to do with regular training for the first time, while taking a look at the ruins created by his slight spitting, and the dust and smoke finally stopped.
Green Arrow must have been blown away. Then a few unimportant infected people died suddenly and turned into blood mist. Now we don't know where they were blown.
There was also Plastic Man, who had been chasing Teen Titans the hardest before. His majestic body that was specially extended took Shane's frontal blow and turned into a big, tattered kite, hanging in the ruins of the wall and swinging in the wind.
Shane snorted in confusion at first, then reacted quickly and his face changed drastically.
"Damn it, does this guy have his own consciousness? Why is he so playful in this situation?"
Plastic Man This miserable and broken appearance is fake.
Normally speaking, he would have been blown away by Shane just now, or blown into a balloon by Shane. There was no way he would have turned into a broken kite state.
So this guy can do more than just extend existing body parts.
He can also make holes all over his body like Tom in Tom and Jerry.
That air cannon was used by Plastic Man to divert the power of the impact by opening holes all over his body.
Looking down, I saw a thin stream of red water flowing in the rubble beneath my feet.
A palm condensed out of the sparse material and grasped Shane's ankle.
"Finally, I finally waited until you showed up~"
The same sparse voice echoed around.
"O'Brien (Plastic Man's real name)! Have you been just playing chase with these kids?"
Shane questioned with a cold face.
"Of course, otherwise they would have been infected by me. From the very beginning, I have turned myself into a thin film covering the entire Gotham. This was originally a tactic devised by Cyborg, who wanted me to become a cover to block the virus."
Mal, who was originally stimulated by Shane, finally regained his composure and was hit hard again.
What is a film covering the entire Gotham?
Could it be that they had been running away from Plastic Man before?
The whole ground shook violently.
The tattered kite-shaped Plastic Man in the distance began to shrink softly, and finally turned into an ordinary toe0
On the ground, those faint red colors began to float.
As Plastic Man said, the escape journey of the infected people he led to chase Teen Titans has always been just a game played with children.
Seeing those translucent red pieces begin to shrink like taut pieces of rubber, Shane's eyes began to grow serious.
He has gone through too many tough battles.
This was the first time he had seen such a weird enemy that was completely beyond the ordinary.
"Are you infected? You stretched your body to such a thickness that I can hardly see clearly. How could the virus circulate in your body?!"
"----I don't know."
As Plastic Man gradually retracted his body, the sounds that were originally floating around began to gather.
"Maybe I didn't, because I've always maintained a state of near-absolute sanity;"
"Perhaps I am also infected, because after being invaded by the virus, I will also be controlled by Jason Todd at the beginning."
Shane keenly captured the incredible wording.
"In the beginning?"
"Yes, at the beginning, I broke away after that. I don't know exactly when. I only know that the command priority of Jason is retreating, and a new voice appeared in my consciousness."
"Virus?"
"No, no, no, not really."
Boom!
With a crisp echo, Plastic Man rebounded into its most original form in the air, then landed like a ball, and expanded and contracted like a spring for a few times.
There are still some differences.
The funny red uniform that Plastic Man wears on weekdays is a bright red that is more upright and awe-inspiring.
But now, I don't know if it's the Gotham night and the ubiquitous green fog that refract the light, making it look a bit ominous dark red - like stale blood smeared all over the body.
Plastic Man is still wearing those funny triangular sunglasses, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth is a bit eye-catching, and that kind of elasticity makes him pull out inhuman possibilities.
"The answer is obvious."
"It's my own voice - I want to take revenge on all of you, in my own way."