A dilapidated small compartment, with almost no complete place on the brick walls, and the four walls are full of spider webs, and the narrow space is almost as big as a single public toilet.

A bed that seemed to be temporarily supported was leaning against the edge of the wall, and the already black white sheet was thrown randomly on the dirty ground. The Lightning Boy sat cross-legged on the bed, his uniform was as if he had grabbed a ragged rag and wrapped around him. It was the trace of his unfortunate involvement in the fire a few days ago.

Yes, he has been locked up here since the night of the news. He doesn't know who the person who caught him is, but he just knows that he will never be a policeman. His name is Bart Allen, and he calls him "Flash Boy" online. The reason why he is called this is because he has super speed similar to Flash. But unfortunately he is not as powerful as Flash. For example, he heard that Flash seems to be able to use his speeding through the wall, but unfortunately he can't, otherwise he wouldn't have to sit on this broken bed and speeding against the wall.

"Bart? Are you still here?"

What came from next door was the voice of a boy. It sounded like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as Bart. He was another superman locked up here, and he was also the only person who could chat and relieve boredom since Bart was locked up.

"Yes, Reyes," sighed Bart, "where else can I go?"

"So how are your escape plan researching?"

"The escape plan? There is a clear idea. What about you? Can't you escape with your ability?"

"I don't know. My abilities... are a bit complicated, I haven't figured it out yet."

"Okay, then you can save some effort and try to figure it out next time... After I get both of us out."

In Manhattan, at night, Eric's family had an eye for identity as the man who claimed to be 'oracle', so he ran to investigate. He said that if it went well, he should be able to come back before dawn."

nowhere, the compartment where the Lightning Boy is held.

With a "ding" unlocking sound, the electronic door slid open. Two men in blue uniforms appeared at the door, pointing the guns at the lightning boy in the house, and said, "We will shut the force field for the time being. Don't think of any strange moves. As long as you move, we will shoot. Did you hear it?"

Perhaps they felt that they were facing a teenager, and they were wearing heavy shackles on their hands and feet, which was no longer enough to pose a threat.

Bart smiled proudly, and a golden electric current flashed through his pupils.

In this moment, time seemed to be dragged into a static field. The lightning boy moved. He dragged his heavy shackles to the door, and struggled to shake the bulky iron ball handcuffed to his hands. Two continuous muffled sounds, and the two of them fell to the ground without even a chance to scream.

Bart took out the key from one of them, untied his shackles, and hummed: "A little suggestion, next time you are guarding, it is best not to give the prisoner a big iron ball, and then silly hang the key on his waist!"

Throwing down the shackles and iron balls, Bart flashed out of the cell and immediately came to the next door of his cell.

He tapped the glass of the compartment with his knuckles: "Hey, Reyes, ready to leave!"

"Well, wait...below..."

The boy named Reyes responded with difficulty, and Bart noticed that he, the new friend he had never met, seemed to be struggling with something on his body. The boy's right hand was completely wrapped in an unknown blue object, his arms were as thick as they were swollen, and the unknown object was still trying to extend to his head and legs.

"Wow, what is that?" Bart said blankly, "Is that your superpower?"

"I...is not... very clear, too," Reyes sweated heavily. "Give me a little more time, and I think I can control it."

At this time, an alarm sounded echoed at the end of the corridor. A group of uniformed guards rushed towards here with various high-tech guns. The fastest group had appeared at the corner of the end.

"Then come on, buddy, I'll come when I go."

When the last sentence fell, the Barths were already swept out like a whirlwind. The yellow afterimage suddenly swept into the crowd, and the guards didn't even have the chance to fire a shot and were washed to the ground.

In a few seconds, Bart flashed back to Reyes' cell, and this time he brought the door key back.

"Are you okay? Your condition doesn't look great." Bart opened the prison door and walked in.

Reyes finally returned to normal now. The unknown object between his arms and waist seemed to have retracted and disappeared on his back. Reyes wiped his sweat: "Sorry... I think it should be fine."

"Very good, then let's leave this ghost place quickly." Bart walked out of the room with Reyes and looked back at the famous brand at the door of the prison cell.

"Blue beetle? What does this code name mean? Is your superpower turning into a bug?"

"I...I don't know."

"Okay, no matter what, let's get out of here..."

"I'm sorry, both of you, but you can't go anywhere for now."

Bart paused, turned around and saw a boy with silver hair and black headphones appear behind the two of them at some point, wrapping his arms around his chest showing a confident smile.

It's fast silver.
Chapter completed!