Chapter 445 | Cosmic Treadmill, Cousin's Whereabouts

As Barry Allen wished, the lightning fell and struck his body.

Zi zi! Zi zi!

Batman lifted his cape, blocked in front of him, and then jumped out some distance to avoid being affected by the electric current.

Luke stood still. He even walked through the core of the sun once, and this little damage wouldn't break through his defence.

Relying on the golden trident, the electric current was activated and concentrated on Barry.

Zi zi zi!

That iron chair firmly imprisons the struggling Flash.

The glass bottle of chemical reagents exploded with a bang, and various chemicals were poured over his body, mixed with electric currents, and suddenly burst into a blaze.

As Luke described it, Barry, strapped to the chair, looked like he was being cooked on a teppanyaki grill.

"Hurry up and save him!"

Seeing that Barry was about to burn into charcoal, Batman rushed up, ready to put out the flames with his cloak.

"Wait a minute."

Luke stopped Thomas Wayne's action. With the golden trident in his hand, he controlled the current, and he could ensure that Barry Allen wasn't in danger.

Although, right now, the Flash was severely burned and was almost dying.

But according to Luke's prediction, the other side can probably hold out for another four or five seconds.

Superheroes were usually hard-headed, and he thought he could see through the situation.

"You're crazy! He is dying ..."

Boom!

It was another bolt of lightning.

It was like a spear running through Barry, and the hot electric light was wrapped around him.

"It's done!"

Luke nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that there was no need to wait.

"This ..."

Thomas Wayne looked at the clouds of chemical liquid floating upward in violation of the laws of gravity with shocked eyes.

Under the bombardment of lightning, as if forming some kind of force field, hanging over Barry Allen...

"My Speed Force... is back!"

The one who directly felt it the most was Barry himself.

He felt that time seemed to slow down. Everything slowed down.

That exciting energy, rushing like lightning, was surging in his body once again.

It was like blood. It came naturally to him.

"I'm the Flash."

Barry broke free from the chair through high-speed vibration in just a few moments.

Then, he quickly ran around Wayne Mansion and found the long-lost liberating feeling.

The sound of the wind and the air flow were all integrated into the Speed Force, and the whole thing was transformed into a wonderful sight of streaming lights.

"Dr Wayne, as I said. I am the fastest person in the world."

Barry ran to the Batcave, found the Reverse-Flash's uniform, changed the fibres with high-speed vibration, and turned the yellow uniform into the red of the Flash.

Dressed in a brand-new uniform, he appeared in front of Thomas Wayne and waited for the other party's incredibly shocked eyes.

"Well, for men, being too fast is not something to brag about."

What Barry did, in Thomas Wayne's eyes, took less than a second.

But instead of showing obvious emotions, he casually dismissed it.

This calm look embarrassed Barry. He could only look at Luke.

However, the latter was also very calm.

Luke snapped his fingers and whispered, "Congratulations on getting your Speed Force back. Well, it's time to turn it all around. "

"Just, I have a question. Barry, can you open the passage through time and space at the speed you are going?"

He asked a question knowingly.

The Flash certainly couldn't do it right now.

On the one hand, the presence of the Reverse-Flash prevented him from using his full strength.

For every step Barry took, the Speed Force generated was absorbed by both him and the Reverse-Flash.

Unless Reverse-Flash was willing to cooperate, it was difficult for him to open the wormhole of time and space again.

On the other hand, he just got his super-speed back and was in a weak state.

"It's hard."

Barry was also self-aware.

When he was running around the Wayne Manor just now, he noticed that his speed was slowing down.

"Is there any way to get your original speed back?"

Luke continued to guide Barry. He actually had several ways.

The simplest one was to kill the Reverse-Flash and let the Flash absorb the complete Speed Force.

But that Eobard Thawne guy was probably hiding in a corner somewhere, so it wasn't easy to find him.

"The Cosmic Treadmill."

Barry seemed to remember something.

The Flash had a treadmill specially designed for speedsters. If there was a need to travel through time and space, he would run all out and use his resonance with the universe to determine the destination.

It sounded like there was no scientific basis, but Speed Force itself was a thing that bullied the laws of physics on the ground.

"Hmm, I've heard about this amazing ... treadmill."

Luke nodded. This was the more feasible method at the moment.

"However, I need a helper who can conduct professional data analysis and model calculations. Preferably a supercomputer."

Barry made a request.

He had already seen it just now. There was only one desktop computer with a slower Internet speed than a snail in Wayne Mansion. There was no qualified scientific research equipment.

Even a top scientist couldn't conjure up materials by hand out of thin air.

"Dr Wayne should be able to take care of it. These are all problems that can be solved with money."

Luke looked at Batman, but the latter shook his head.

The Wayne family, which had never lost in terms of wealth, actually said it could not do anything?!

Now, even Barry was surprised!

Everyone knew that Bruce Wayne had always appeared in front of everyone as a wealthy, money-spinning tycoon.

In fact, a large part of the financial expenditure of the Justice League, as well as research funding, came from Batman's sponsorship.

In addition to acting as a think tank and leader, he was also the sugar daddy.

"I'm sorry, WayneCorp is not under my control, and I haven't been a doctor for many years. I'm afraid I can't help you with supercomputers and purchasing materials."

Thomas Wayne said frankly, without any embarrassment.

"Then what do you live on?"

Barry asked with a puzzled face.

Being a superhero was actually a rather expensive occupation.

The purchase of various outfits and the building of secret bases all required certain economic strength.

The Flash himself was funded by a lab grant and sponsored by investors.

Superman had Kryptonian inheritance, a lonely fortress in the South Pole, which was enough to solve a lot of problems.

Batman, Arrow... such rich people. There was nothing much to say about that.

Even Wonder Woman had Themyscira's rich collection to fall back on.

In short, the superhero wasn't an occupation of the masses that just anyone could join them.

"I opened a casino."

Thomas Wayne coughed twice and said somewhat unnaturally.

That's right. Batman of the Flashpoint world partnered with Penguin to contract one-third of Gotham's underground casino business.

Compared to the boss of a company, this was really something undignified and not really something worthy of bragging about.

"Well, I thought that no matter which world, Batman will always be the richest one."

Barry spat out a sentence.

"We have to find another way."

The Cosmic Treadmill couldn't be created with no money. It was quite expensive.

"In this regard, there is someone who should be able to help."

Thomas Wayne's eyes flashed. He remembered the man who worked for the government, that was, one of the members of the Justice League of the main universe, Cyborg.

Instead of getting the Mother Box technologies, he transformed himself into a half-cyborg, half-human being in the Flashpoint world.

"This guy is the spokesman of the government. He is responsible for supervising the 'unstable factors' like me. He can handle the research team and the funding problem."

Thomas Wayne added.

The guy had approached him many times, trying to get Batman to join the government.

But neither Thomas nor Bruce liked to get involved in politics and were very resistant to officialdom.

"The government ..."

Luke thought about it. He didn't forget that the Superman of the Flashpoint world was in the hands of the government.

The Kryptonian spacecraft, which was supposed to fly to a Kansas farm, changed directions and landed directly in the centre of the Metropolis.

This also led to Superman, as an alien from the very beginning, becoming the private property of the military.

"I think this plan could work."

Luke's mouth twitched.

'Finally, I'll get a chance to meet my younger cousin.'