He Changed

Islands near Indonesia.

In the dense forests of Te Si Ke Wei Li Er.

The area is covered with shrubs, and the trees are abnormally tall and lush due to the magnetic field anomaly. The alluring and brightly colored carnivorous flowers emit a strong fragrance.

Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled Lightray, while a cool breeze rustles softly through the foliage.

The rising methane gas from the heated ground, accompanied by muffled thunder, can easily make people feel uneasy.

'Bang! Rumble...'

The sky is always brimming with explosive fury, thunder rumbles and roars in the dark clouds, constantly howling impatiently and exploding with tremendous noise. This is the norm here.

A lively Fire Red Beak Ground Cuckoo suddenly flew to the branch. It was a small bird with a brown upper body, a dark blue lower body and tail, a yellow upper beak, a red lower beak, and a small black dot on the tip of its beak. It was a beautiful bird with equatorial colors. It hopped lightly and actively on the branch, its eyes narrow and black like gemstones, watching the ground with a spiritual gaze.

'Click...'

Bruce's thick-soled black combat boots were covered in mud and dead leaves from the path he had traversed, so dirty that half of the boots were filthy. He broke off a branch, looked up, and through the dappled Lightray filtering through the dense forest trees, saw the strange little bird. His face darkened, and he ran even faster into the woods.

Behind him Barry, whose face and body were covered in burns, his skin and flesh charred and raw. They had already tested Barry twice before, turning him into the Flash.

Clearly, Barry was unlucky; he didn't become the Flash. Bruce's method of controlling the electric current and the chemical solution he used were not enough to make Barry the Flash.

Barry... needs the natural lightning of the world, the Speed Force that grants him his power.

Feeling the sudden acceleration and undulation, Barry, weak and powerless, opened his eyes groggily from his unconscious state. His body was in terrible shape; various chemicals had corroded his internal organs, making his bones feel sore and weak, leaving him utterly powerless.

"Has he... caught up with us?"

Barry let out a muffled groan.

Bruce had spent years with him and knew Barry by memory; even with his muffled voice, he could understand what Barry meant.

"Hold on tight!"

Bruce didn't answer directly. After giving a word of advice, he buried his head and quickly cleared a path through the dense forest with his footsteps. He accelerated his run with more undulating movements, trying his best to absorb all the thorny branches that passed by, moving forward quickly and protectively, stepping on the dead leaves and Barry.

The Fire Red Beak Ground Cuckoo high in the tree chirped and sang, as if mockingly spreading its wings, and began to nimbly fly and twirl among the branches, performing acrobatic tricks, leaping and bounding forward with Bruce.

As it expected, just as it leaped onto a branch, a small, dark shadow arrived ahead of it, and the Fire Red Beak Ground Cuckoo seemed to have run into it.

With a 'whoosh' sound.

A small arrow shot from Bruce's arm, striking the leaping Fire Red Beak Ground Cuckoo with a perfect angle and in a position he had anticipated.

The Fire Red Beak Ground Cuckoo seemed stunned, its body frozen in disbelief.

Its body was pierced by an arrow, its feathers fluttering hazily in the dim Lightray, drops of blood splattering among the green leaves, and the small arrow flew into the sky before it fell to the ground.

This Fire Red Beak Ground Cuckoo fell onto the ground covered with dead leaves and died just like that.

Bruce remained silent. Dark clouds and Thunder Roar in the sky, and a cold wind, carrying freezing and irritating air molecules, swept past, making his skin feel cold. A faint warmth rose from the ground, making him feel hot. He didn't stop, quickly trampling through the dead leaves and bushes to protect Barry. He ran swiftly, and in some necessary corners, he threw several inconspicuous small bombs, setting up extremely powerful traps.

In this desperate run and escape, Barry, behind Bruce, trembled and shook, as if shaking himself awake. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, which pulled at the charred flesh on his face, bringing with it a tearing pain that made him groan.

He was in pain, groaning and screaming, then he felt a strange mix of laughter and tears.

"He's become better than anyone we've ever known..."

"Polite, well-mannered, with a straight back, and never smirking, this is what Britain gentleman should be like!"

As Bruce sped faster and faster, Barry stumbled and mumbled his words, as if he were murmuring to himself on his deathbed, reflecting on the course of his life.

The wind was cool and cold, blowing gently and stimulating their skin.

Bruce spread his arms to block a thorny branch. The branch grazed the thin, close-fitting Kevlar armor on Bruce's arm, making a soft sound. The branch bent, then bounced back sharply, but did not touch Barry's body before returning to its original position.

That's not him!

Bruce said in a deep voice.

In his memory, that guy was a despicable, shameless, lowlife, unscrupulous, slovenly, drinker, gambler, prostitute, and morally bankrupt man who was hated by many. Yet, when something important happened, he was a trustworthy fellow, but he was definitely not an Britain gentleman.

Ba Miu Luo Di twisted him, turning him into a tool.

"Ba Miu Luo Di's teaching methods are truly frightening!"

Barry's internal organs seemed weak, as if they were so weak they didn't even exist, as if he were old and frail.

He lay on Bruce's back, his eyes beginning to blur, his vision clouded as he reflected on the terror of Ba Miu Luo Di. They had been on the run for years, and even with just his men, they were in grave danger, nearly dying several times.

He found many of the heroes and villains familiar from their memories and used them to deal with and restrict them.

What a terrifying person! Bruce remained silent. He had the deepest understanding of how terrifying Ba Miu Luo Di. He had only wanted to test him, but even the Wayne Group, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, was directly destroyed. He himself was reduced to a wingless bat, hiding in the darkest corners, rarely seeing the sunlight.

The two remained silent.

Lightning flashed across the dark clouds, and a rumbling sound echoed throughout the region.

'Click'

In an instant, the world turned deathly white, a pale light that sent chills down one's spine.

The enormous sound reverberated throughout the forest, shaking the air and causing the entire forest to tremble in fear, as many different kinds of birds flew out from among the branches and leaves.

The cold wind started to pick up.

Bruce moved quickly, traversing the dense forest, stepping out from the bushes, tearing the vines apart fiercely, and finally seeing his destination.

A relatively high hill, with no trees around, would allow Barry to be struck by lightning and withstand all the damage without being scattered by the trees.

He quickly stepped across the soft grass and carefully placed Barry at the highest point of the hill.

He took out fragile test tubes from the package, filled with colorful chemicals. They were all chemicals that had evaporated when Barry was struck by lightning and his Speed Force was activated, based on his memory.

Bruce placed all the test tubes on Barry's chest, then set up a large lightning rod to accumulate electromagnetic motion.

When he finished doing all this, Bruce stared intently at Barry, whose face had been burned, with a look of bewildered pain in the depths of his eyes.

If this attempt fails, Barry will die!

Barry tore his scorched lips apart, revealing his snow-white teeth, his eyes seemingly completely focused on the last moments of his life, and his hand slightly raised.

Bruce took over, holding Barry's hand tightly.

"If... I don't become the Flash... please take care of..."

"I know!"

Bruce answered, and in the distance, a bolt of lightning flashed, its pale light reflecting off the scene.

"Bang..."

In the forest, the road they had traveled on their way there was the sound of explosions; it was the trap Bruce had set on their way here that had been triggered.

Bruce felt a chill run down his spine, released Barry's hand, and faced the approaching figure.

The newcomer didn't seem surprised by the trap Bruce had set.

Even if it was triggered, it didn't harm him.

A corner of the forest was destroyed by the explosion, with flames and black smoke rising from it. He was wearing a long, brown trench coat with a black, deeply engraved Ω on the back.

The cold wind blew, causing the hem of his trench coat to flutter and tousle his golden hair.

He strolled leisurely out of the exploding forest. As Starfire flew, a cigarette appeared between his fingers. Mars seemed to land right next to his hand. With a slight lift of his finger, he lit the cigarette on the Mars.

With his handsome, Britain -looking face and the neat white shirt he wore under his brown trench coat, he exuded elegance and poise, a true gentleman.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and looked at Bruce's wary expression, saying calmly.

"Please let me kill you all so I can finish the mission quickly, thank you!"