Meanwhile, while Cindy and Alfred wandered around Gotham, Barry was speeding across the distant ocean with Bliss and Su Ming.
To Barry, it made little difference whether he was running on water or land, so the shortest route from North America to Egypt naturally meant crossing the Atlantic Ocean.
Unlike the Pacific Ocean, the Atlantic had ever-changing currents, fierce winds, and towering waves. Especially when storms struck in the middle of the sea, the monstrous waves rose like skyscrapers. Yet to the three of them, they were merely deep-blue crystal ornaments frozen in midair.
Su Ming and Bliss could enjoy the scenery, but Barry was rather tired. He still had to carry both of them, and his arms were starting to ache. As he ran, he complained to Bliss, "Your world seriously never developed flight technology? Isn't flying humanity's dream?"
Su Ming was hooked under Barry's arm and held onto his shoulder with one hand. "That's right. I asked Cindy the same question a few hours ago."
As a native of Earth -11, Bliss had naturally seen Amazons flying about. She was somewhat interested in Flying Vehicles. She gazed calmly at the waves frozen nearby, and the majestic beauty brought a faint smile to her face.
"Some Amazons possess divine power, so naturally they can fly. That is their privilege." She paused and tightened her grip around Barry's shoulder slightly to ease his burden before continuing, "But if science can do it, I'd like to try it too. What principle did you mention?"
"Bernoulli Equation, p+ρgh+(1/2)*ρv^2=c." Barry immediately smiled and began explaining the fundamentals of fluid dynamics. One unfamiliar constant and calculation method after another poured from his mouth.
Su Ming's memories contained related knowledge as well. Deathstroke sometimes used it to calculate trajectories, though more often, it was merely