Chapter 3868: Acquitted
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"Oh? Do you know who I am, or are you just trying to bluff me?"
The death knell on the sofa sat up straight, and he showed a little interest.
After all, Reverse Lightning is also a little clever ghost. If he looks like this, maybe he has really seen something in the time flow.
Swan, who was behind the barrier, was wearing shackles and handcuffs. Thick iron chains fastened him to the wall behind him. When he moved a little, the metal rattled.
But he has a toy in his hand to relieve his boredom, a small yellow ball the size of a tennis ball, which he plays like a bouncy ball, bouncing back and forth between the wall and the ceiling.
But no matter which way the ball is thrown, after a few refractions, it always returns to Swan.
"You claim to be Slade Wilson from the origin earth, but you told Barry that you can call you 'Su', and you have saved Earth 0 in the 21st century countless times, right?"
The doctor nodded with a smile and said these things to prove that he was not bluffing, but really had something in his stomach.
"It seems that you have really seen something. We thought we would see you in this era, not you who went to the past and came back."
Bobo also picked up his own pipe. In the circus period long ago, he was the one who was admired. Not to mention, the feeling outside the cage was different:
"Even if Deathstroke hadn't insisted, I'd always thought you were dead."
"These things...it doesn't make any difference, Detective Bobo, if you're a speedster, you'll know as much as I do..." Swan moved closer to the barrier, almost Putting his face up, he whispered with a weird smile, "You'll know that time is actually just a game, hehe."
Bobo turned his face to look at Jesse, but it was obvious that the little girl was confused now, she couldn't understand the meaning of reverse lightning, even if she was a speeder.
At this time, the small hole in the corner of the cell was opened, and a micro-robot slipped in and brought coffee and cake to the doctor. This is what is stipulated in the visit package, because some tourists like to watch 'animals' eat with 'wildness' action.
The food in the prison is definitely not good. After many criminals are fed, their eating movements are similar to those of a hungry tiger, which always makes the audience smile.
But Professor Swan was still as personable, as if he was not wearing the orange prisoner uniform but the white lab coat he used to wear in the laboratory, naturally and relaxed.
He picked up the food and drink on the ground, and raised the paper cup to the death knell: "Thank you for your coffee, Slade, there's no need to spend money, because I'll be out soon, and if you come later, I want to to find you."
"We saw on the Internet that you were going to be executed in less than an hour." Jesse interjected, and she flipped her palm to explain: "Yes, I know that an hour is pretty good for us. It's like forever, but you can't get out of this cage."
"Hehe, Jesse, I know you too, but you don't know anything about me, and you don't know anything about the times I live in."
The professor whose hairline moved backward pinched the strawberry on the cake and put it on his tongue, then slowly retracted his tongue into his mouth, closed his eyes and savored the taste of the synthetic fruit, shook his head in disgust, and used a casual expression. Tone says:
"Want a bet? In another minute, someone will open my cage and acquit me."
The girl was young and vigorous, and was ready to gamble with the other party on the spot, but Deathstroke covered her mouth with a strangling tentacle, because he knew that Swan should be sure.
Without letting the girl continue to speak, Death Knell stood up and walked towards the transparent barrier, until the distance was close enough to see the dust in every pore on Swan's face, and then said:
"What did you buy to buy your own life? As far as I know, although you are the only superpower in this era, you have no interest in saving money, and you can't give the price that the capitalists are tempted to do."
The doctor in the cell put the ball in his pocket, took a sip of coffee, and nodded again and again:
"Hehe, as expected of you, Slade, yes, I did buy my life, and I also bought out all my previous murders, do you want to reason again, what conditions did I give? What the big bosses can't refuse?"
Swan is not a riddle man, he does not guess riddles, but he is a high-level intellectual, so he especially likes to induce others to think and rely on his own thinking to come to the answer.
It's like teaching students a lesson, commonly known as being a good teacher.
"First of all, excluding the Reverse Divine Speed Force, it can be regarded as an accident that you can become Reverse Lightning, because the bald professor who recreated the experiment with you didn't get anything, and the red lightning chose you."
Su Ming was smoking a cigarette, quietly talking about his reasoning. The light from below the barrier illuminated half of both sides' faces, making him look gloomy.
"Dr. Desmond has a bit of a hair loss problem, but he's not bald, but I respect him very much." Swan shook his head with a smile, he didn't explain it directly, but this obviously confirmed the death knell's statement.
"So, I guess you used your superpowers or scientific knowledge to find something for the rich that they all love, and get away with it, this thing is worth trillions, it was a thing that existed in the past, but in the 25th century An industry that doesn't exist."
With arms crossed, Death Knell looked at each other, smiled and gave his final conclusion.
"That's right, you're right again, the answer is horse racing."
The doctor had finished his coffee, picked up the egg knife and slowly tore it in his hand, not forgetting to give a thumbs up:
"All horses went extinct in the 23rd century due to environmental pollution, and I went back to the 21st century and took the time to build a DNA bank of all the earth's horses, and today, I use them to recreate a super BMW... ... Slade, do you know how much fun it would be for a horse to understand English?"
"Yes, how fun it is for animals to understand English, the death knell has long known." Bobo corrected it expressionlessly, and scratched the black hair on his body.
Control freaks like Deathstroke are the ones who like to bully intelligent animals the most.
"Anyway, just this morning, I asked a friend from outside to deliver my pony products to the Chamber of Commerce, and also included some gambling rules for horse racing."
The doctor turned slightly sideways, because someone had opened the cell door for him now, and he spread his hands toward everyone:
"Since I'm the only person in the 25th century who can make live horses, then I've become a new cash cow for the capitalists, and it's impossible for them to kill me. On the contrary, everyone can do it. Treat me like a guest and protect me with all your might, because the federation is a mob, as long as one of them wants to profit from me, the others will not fall behind, hehe."
To put it simply, his plan was to take advantage of the introversion of the rich class, and the pony he sent out was the 'golden apple' in Greek mythology.
The only horse on earth today belongs to the most powerful man, the one on the top of the pyramid of the rich.
Can others be jealous when they see it? Naturally they also want to have their own pony, especially one who understands English.
In this way, it is naturally impossible to kill the producer Dr. Swan, or even want to imprison and monopolize it, because there are too many people who know about it, and it is impossible for anyone to monopolize the benefits.
Then there is only one way left.
Get him out of prison first, show closeness first, so as to get your own pony earlier, and even start a horse betting business to explore this blue ocean of profits.
At this time, Swan has become a sweet pastry. As long as the rich people don't want to kill him, he can't die, and the opinions of the common people have long been irrelevant.
Isn't it just killing thousands of people, that loss, compared with the value that Dr. Swan can create, is not worth mentioning, of course, capital will make the coldest and most greedy choice.
"It's like child's play, it's not right."
Hearing this, Jesse, pouting, was obviously unhappy. She even hoped that the bad guy would be locked up in prison and never come out.
Unexpectedly, Dr. Swan agreed with her opinion very much, and while letting the guards who entered the house untie him, he nodded again and again:
"Yes, you're right, so the world needs superheroes, it needs The Flash, well, to be precise, it needs Barry." For the fastest update and error-free novel reading, please visit your mobile phone and visit:
