Chapter 107 Green Light

From the moment the trigger of the black pistol was pulled, things happened in about tenths of a second. There was a loud noise in the barrel of the gun that hurt the eardrum, the firing pin violently hit the bullet, and the gunpowder was instantly ignited in the sealed space.

At the moment of firing, Mike was only a few steps away from the muzzle of the gun. With his reaction speed, it was impossible to avoid it, and he was even in shock and had no idea of ​​avoiding it at all - who would have thought that a father would be crazy To shoot at his son without blinking?

Fortunately, although he had no time to react, his ring was not.

The moment the fatal blow was detected, the dormant green light ring immediately activated itself. The dazzling green light covered the body of its holder in an instant that was too short to be ignored. The moment the menacing bullet touched the green light covering Mike's forehead, it was blocked by life and life, and the metal body followed suit. With high-speed rotation, it was crushed into powder inch by inch in the green light, as if it was swallowed up.

Mr. Marcus stared in astonishment as the ten thousand feet of green light drowned out the faint candlelight in the room, and condensed into a solid form to form a green uniform and a blindfold covering the cheekbones on his son's body. Mike stood motionless, with his head against the smoking barrel of his gun, not moving at all.

Grinton Marcus didn't know which part was more frightened, the gloomy expression he had never seen on Mike's face or the shining ring on the other's knuckle.

"You want to kill me," Mike said.

Mr. Marcus's face changed several times, and finally, put down the gun and calmly admitted: "Yes."

Mike still wanted to say something, but his face suddenly changed, and he stretched out his hand and pushed his father far away. The gunshots sounded almost at the same moment, and the overwhelming rain of bullets surrounded the green light source in the center of the room from all directions.

The all-black hooded devotees appeared like ghosts around the room at some point, spitting fire on the nascent Green Lantern desperately. Mr. Marcus was pushed into the wall at the back of the room by his push. Although he avoided the center surrounded by the bullet rain, he immediately fainted.

Mike subconsciously let the green light ring release a transparent protective cover to protect himself in the center. Hundreds of thousands of dense bullets were blocked by the transparent green light half a meter in front of him. and fell all over the place.

This kind of ordinary firearm is undoubtedly impossible to break through the defense of the green light energy, but it is not the way to be beaten all the time. As a child born and raised in Seaside City, Mike grew up listening to the story of Green Lantern. He admired the legend of Seaside City beyond measure, and naturally, he had done a lot of homework for his idol. He knows how the Green Lantern Ring works, and the most basic way of fighting as a Green Lantern - turning his imagination into a physical weapon to attack the enemy, maybe that's what he should do now.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes to avoid the rain of bullets in front of him, tried his best to ignore the deafening gunshots in his ears, and tried to concentrate all his energy.

As an entry-level novice Green Lantern, I have to say that Mike's progress is really fast. In just five or six seconds, a flash of green light appeared in the air, and in the next few seconds, it swelled rapidly, twisted like a piece of plasticine, and rapidly changed its shape under the imagination of the ring-bearer.

The gunshots continued, and half of the people had replaced their magazines and continued to pour firepower at the green mask, but no progress was made. Mike frowned, and the green light finally pinched a slender handle with his efforts, with a slap full of mesh on it, which looked like... like a giant fly swatter.

"Try this, vermin!"

Mike shouted, opened his eyes, and green light shot out from the blindfold. He waved his arms in the air, and the huge fly swatter suddenly seemed to be slapped down with a powerful force. These hooded believers are unavoidable, and as soon as they are photographed, they are scattered and swept away.

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"Ha! This is fun!"

Mike swung exaggeratedly like he was holding the fly swatter with his own hands. The huge fly swatter swept around the small closed room with the whistling sound of the wind, making the believers flee in embarrassment. The scene was funny for a while. Mike was so excited that he even went to the protective shield to protect his body - he didn't need this in the first place, the close-fitting force field of the mere rifle bullet light ring could completely block it. The reason why the shield was activated just now was pure That he was nervous.

However, as the starting point of his Green Lantern career, it is worth remembering - the weapon that was successfully visualized for the first time was an oversized fly swatter, which must be considered news in the entire Green Lantern Corps. But don't tell me, this weapon is ugly, but it is beneficial In less than a minute, the hooded believers in the room had been slapped all over the floor like flies, and firearms and bullet casings were scattered everywhere as if they had just experienced the scene of a gang fight.

Oh, no, there's not a drop of blood in the Rush scene like this.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little after the last hooded believer also fell. The huge fly swatter vanished out of thin air, and the green light lingering around his body also dimmed a little. He turned his head in the direction of his father subconsciously, and an undercurrent caught the stall where he turned his head and suddenly killed him.

The dark stream of light seemed to come from the depths of the darkness and slammed into his side aggressively. Mike had just put down his guard at this time, and his body was like a green leaf washed away by the undercurrent, blasting through the wall, and flying to the street outside with the masonry and dust.

Mike knocked down a lamp post in the middle, the light snapped off, and his body fell to the ground with a series of crackling sparks. He covered his head, shook his head, and got up on his knees - the brief relaxation of his spirit just now weakened his defense, and his head was slightly drowsy.

Well, the first lesson for rookie heroes - is never disarms until you are sure the battlefield is safe. At least I learned the lesson, he thought optimistically.

The last man in a hood and a cloak walked slowly out of the hole in the wall that he had smashed through, and an electric gaze shot out from under the cloak. He said solemnly: "Green Lantern, a face I haven't seen for a long time, this is a variable that the 'center' didn't expect. But even so, it doesn't change anything."

From the sound, this is the "elder" that Mr. Marcus mentioned in the room.

"I doubt it." Mike stood up and raised the ring in his hand. "As far as I know, the only thing this ring can't do is change the level of your madness."

The hooded man stopped talking but took out a carefully packaged black book from the wide cloak, and there was not a word on the dark cover. The man took off his hood, revealing a bald head. He opened the book and closed his eyes lightly towards the book, his expression reverent as if he was on a pilgrimage.

Mike felt that this guy must have gone crazy. He felt a little unable to understand how the brain circuits of these cultists worked. He still thinks that these people are just crazy terrorists in a different form. When he saw some dark substance flowing on the cover of the book in the other's hand, he began to wonder if it might be some blindfold, as the street jugglers used to do.

But this possibility was quickly ruled out by subsequent developments. The bald head's eyelids suddenly opened, his eyes were round, and the dark matter was sucked out from the book, like some kind of mist pouring in from the bald head's eyes, nose, and ears. There was a dark light in a hole.

Mike was a little frightened, he subconsciously took a half step back: "Uh... buddy, are you all right?"

There is no answer, or the other person's body has answered the question. Substances of unknown type spread on every inch of this guy's skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, his bald head was completely wrapped, like a shell. Two bright red nicks were carved directly under his eyes, and this eye-catching embellishment made his eyes extremely terrifying.

"Green Lantern." The bald head spoke again, his voice more hoarse and gloomy than before, "Your light...will be extinguished here!"