The TV screen shook, the wind blew, the yellow arc revealed, and a red figure pressed Snart against the railing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What do you want to !!," Barry yelled in anger.

The people of Midtown exclaimed, The Flash was on camera, letting everyone see his anger.

The tender beauty live broadcast host nervously kept putting the microphone into their mouths.

"The flash, didn't he tell you, what do I want to do?" Snart sneered, he was pressed against the railing by Barry, looking embarrassed, but in fact, everything was under control between the words and the look.

Barry's face changed, and he couldn't help but think of what Lin Li said, the strength of his hand was consciously lighter, and he was slightly pushed by Snart, Barry took a step back, watched Snart calmly tidy up, and put down his tuxedo.

At this time, Snater's mobile phone rang.

"I saw him, and he came at the appointment. "It was the voice of the weather wizard Mark coming from inside, very deliberate and serious.

"Mark, just save your life, he won't dare to kill you. Snath hung up the phone.

Immediately, Snater spread his hands, faced the camera, and shouted loudly beside Barry: "Everyone in Midtown, I believe everyone is familiar with this superhero, The flash, when the Lightning Knight intended to destroy Midtown, he stood up and saved countless people." ”

"Let's give him a round of applause. There was a dry applause from four people, and several of them looked at Barry with a smile on their faces.

"Today, we're measuring superhero eligibility for residents across Midtown. ”

"Let's see if The flash is a real hero. ”

Several people were present and laughed, and Barry stood on the scene like a clown being watched.

"Whatever you want to do, I will cooperate, and you let my father go first. ”

Barry gritted his teeth and clenched his fists angrily, he didn't dare to say Joe's name, because now the camera was on him, and if someone noticed him, he would suffer a catastrophe sooner or later.

When the midtown audience in front of the TV heard this scene, they couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in their hearts.

"Yes, it depends on your choice. Snart smiled.

James Jesse stepped forward, with messy hair and eyes that teased all living beings at all times, and a smile that brought people a chill from Sensen, he called himself the magician, a vicious bomb maniac, a murderer.

"Snart, I'm going to show you some tricks that will make our The flash enjoyable. He grinned, a little nervous.

Snart froze, staring at the magician, who had not been shown any tricks in his original plan, this crazy perverted maniac.

"You have eight minutes, we don't have much time. Snater smiled and agreed, and he turned to the side, sat in a corner with Heatwave, and handed over the home field to the Magic.

The magician was a little surprised, he didn't expect Snath to agree so easily, he thought he would use a bomb to force something, from the beginning, the relationship between the two was not superior, nor was it using each other, but Snath rescued the magician from prison, and the magician provided him with a bomb, and the matter was clear.

The magician stayed at this event just because he liked this kind of excitement and the high-profile thing, and he was ready to take the lead, but he didn't expect Snater to compromise so easily, which is even better.

The magician smirked at Barry, "Here's a fun trick, there's not much time, let's get down to business." ”

"You're their boss!" Barry saw that Snart's team didn't seem to be so harmonious, and his mind was spinning.

"Quack, this little trick of discord, no one cares, the show has begun. The magician said.

Magician II, a twenty-five-year-old young man, with a gun, pointed at a white man in his forties, a rich man, and a man in a waiter's suit, and dragged them out.

Both of them were tied hand and foot, and had drunk the medicine concocted by the magician in the morning, and now they were so weak that they could only wait to be slaughtered awakely.

"NO, you want money, let me go, I'll give you money, I'll give you money, please......" The white man pleaded.

"Damn, what do you want to do. The man said angrily.

The magician pulled the camera tight in front of him, and said nervously: "Now on, the hero's choice." ”

"The first option, class. ”

"He is a rich man, with assets of more than one million, in the upper class, the elite of mankind, or a moth, these are not important, the most important thing is that he is rich, and he thinks that he is above ordinary people in this society. He pulled the camera in front of the rich man again, and the rich man was already so frightened that he was so frightened that tears and snot flowed together.

Then the magician turned the camera back to the waiter.

"He is a waiter, his assets are not as rich as the rich, he is the most common person in this society, he is a complete ordinary person, maybe he has not contributed anything to society, maybe he is a social turmoil element, and maybe he has a part in the composition of social human beings, these are not important, in the eyes of those upper human beings, he is an ant, and the most important thing is that he has no money. ”

"Elite plutocratic humans vs. ordinary low-class waiter humans. ”

"Rich VS poor. ”

"Only one of them will survive. ”

"Choose, Flash, you have ten seconds. ”

After the magician finished speaking, he laughed wildly, this is really a pleasant choice.

"Ten"

The audience who was watching the live TV broadcast was chilled in their hearts, this choice, how to choose? At the same time, countless people also wanted to know how the Flash chose and what was the standard for superheroes to be heroes.

There are many civilians who want the Flash to choose the waiter, and the waiter at this moment symbolizes the ordinary people, a large number and the most basic level of this social group, but often the most bitter and tired, living like a dog, they long for the Flash to be on their side, become a public, grassroots hero, ignite that little bit of hope.

Rich and poor, is life expensive or cheap in the eyes of superheroes?

Barry was stunned, when he came, he was already mentally prepared that Snater would make things difficult for himself, until he really faced this moment, the kind, benevolent Barry, was still at a loss.

The microphone stretched out in front of the bar, hosting, everyone was looking forward to it, how would this be chosen?

"Nine"

How should this be chosen?

"Eight"

“NO……”

"Seven"

"Save me, save me......" plutocracy.

"Six"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die......" waiter.

"Five"

"No, it's not an option......" Barry shook his head.

"Four"

Seeing the magician's playful smile, Barry's eyes burst into anger.

"Three"

"It's not the difference between rich and poor, it's life, life doesn't distinguish between high and low, and no one has the right to take the life of another!!" Barry scolded the magician with red eyes.

"Two"

The magician grinned softly and counted, ignoring Barry's roar, watching the superhero struggle, just as desperate as he had killed the two police officers in the first place.

"One"