"That kid doesn't know how to use it." Captain Boomerang curled his lip.
"I think your gear just isn't good enough. If he'd gotten mine—" Captain Cold said with a grin, "he could've ended the race right there."
"I think mine would work too," Weather Wizard said.
The next moment, his wand landed in The Flash's hand. A dark cloud appeared over Quicksilver's head, followed by a light drizzle.
"That's all?" the magician said with a laugh.
"This guy doesn't know how to use it," Weather Wizard said irritably. "He's been fighting me for so long, and he still can't even use that thing—being fast really is all he's got going for him."
"Is there really any suspense here?" Roland yawned as he watched the gap between The Flash and Quicksilver steadily widen. "Even if Quicksilver got Cold's gun now, it wouldn't help."
"You never know." Dead Servant clenched his fists. "God, I'd trade ten years of Constantine's life for Quicksilver to get the Cold Gun!"
"Wow, you're really offering up Constantine's lifespan?"
"Mostly because mine isn't worth that much."
As soon as Dead Servant finished speaking, a Cold Gun appeared in The Flash's hand.
"Wait, God, are you messing with me?!" Dead Servant cried in shock.
"Look on the bright side. Maybe Constantine got ten extra years," Roland said with a smile.
"Tch—"
After The Flash got the Cold Gun, Quicksilver received an identical one. They pulled their triggers at the same time. Quicksilver was frozen solid, while The Flash dodged the shot and was barely affected.
"Wait, why?!" Dead Servant clutched his head. "No!"
"Hold on, why are there two of those guns?" Captain Cold was utterly confused. Wasn't his signature weapon supposed to be one of a kind?
The Flash soon completed the course and won the