Lightning flashed in Barry's eyes as he entered a state of superspeed.
In midair, the trajectories of dozens of boomerangs carrying C4 explosives became clearly visible. They crisscrossed through the air, weaving a deadly web of fire.
Oliver rolled to his feet. He did not retreat. His right hand drew three arrows from his quiver in quick succession.
The bowstring thrummed.
Three Specialized Explosive Arrows struck the leading cluster of boomerangs with pinpoint accuracy.
Boom!
Flames surged skyward. The shock wave overturned the abandoned oil drums nearby.
Barry did not pause. He remembered Yang Ming's lesson. Dissect the battlefield.
The Speed Force erupted. He became a red afterimage, weaving through the gaps between explosions.
His brain worked at high speed. He calculated the boomerangs' trajectories, searching for weak points in their detonation circuits.
His hands darted out, precisely severing the wires at the tails of the boomerangs.
Ten seconds.
All thirty-eight boomerangs fell to the ground, their detonation indicators extinguished.
Barry stopped beside Oliver, his chest rising and falling slightly.
One fought at range, the other up close. They worked seamlessly together.
"Up ahead on the left, second-floor platform," Barry said.
Oliver raised his bow and drew, aiming his arrow straight at Harkness in the darkness.
"Looks like you're out of toys." Oliver's voice was ice-cold.
Harkness did not run. He stood behind the railing, a cold sneer curling his lips.
"The game's only just begun."
Click.
The Chemical Plant Lighting System instantly failed. Absolute darkness swallowed their surroundings.
The next second.
Blinding, rainbow-colored strobe waves flared from every direction inside the plant. Refracted through special prisms, the light formed an eerie web that completely enveloped the first floor.
Roy G. Bivolo stood high on the Steel Framework, holding the Prism aloft and laughing wildly.
"Feel the rage! Let it