Wally could accept it if someone tried to kill him while he was eating. After all, eating in a hostile environment was practically asking for death.
But this situation—criminals bribing prison guards to enter another cell and commit murder, while the guards in the hallway outside stood watch for them—was something else entirely.
It was so dark that Wally no longer wanted to die.
He was still a superhero, after all. He wanted to fight against this kind of darkness.
Girder stood over three meters tall. His massive frame completely blocked the cell door, but it also meant he had trouble moving around in such a cramped space. He was nowhere near as agile as Wally.
The only problem was that Girder was not wearing a collar and could use his powers, while Wally still had one around his neck and could not activate the Speed Force.
Under those circumstances, the former Flash found it extremely difficult to dodge. He could only dart from one corner to another, or circle around Girder's legs like Qin Shi Huang circling a pillar.
Girder's huge fists were like demolition equipment, smashing every piece of furniture and fixture in the cell to pieces, then grinding them into fine dust until the air was thick with debris.
Fortunately, although Girder's entire body had turned to metal, his eyes had not received any enhancement. While the big idiot's vision was blocked by the dust, Wally suddenly slid beneath his crotch and charged toward the cell door.
He had it all figured out. As long as he could reach the corridor, even if the guards outside wanted to help Girder murder him, they were still just ordinary people with guns.
Wally had trained in martial arts for a few days. Though his skills were amateurish enough that