Barry has no reason to refuse.

Even.

Barry's heart rejoices.

What did he do by trying to increase his speed?

Punch fast.

Kara had fought him, and knew how tough Barry was about Kara.

And now there are twenty-eight Kryptonian super soldiers no less than Kara at once, and it's not the rhythm of calling dad to beat quickly.

The most important point.

It doesn't matter if it's Carla or Carl.

They don't have this in their genes to fight.

And for General Astra and her husband and their seekers.

Fight.

It's part of their genes.

Half ringing.

After listening to Barry introduce the origins of Astra and the others.

The eyes of the people in the cutting-edge technology lab have changed.

Even Harrison Wells, who has long lost hope on Earth One, has a fighting spirit back.

No way.

With twenty-eight Kryptonian super-soldiers flying and omnipotent, Harrison Wells of Earth One couldn't think of any situation in which they would lose......

After a while.

Catelyn and Iris took twenty-six Kryptonian warriors to move out of their break room first.

Maizi, who had transferred the Kryptonian warriors from Earth Thirty-Eight, leaned over to Mark and whispered a few words.

Mark nodded.

Subsequently.

Mark looked at Astra and said, "General Astra, I did what I promised you, with Barry's help, I believe your spaceship will be built soon." ”

It's not Barry who is most active in helping the Kryptonians create this.

It's Sisko.

After all, a technology sufficient for interstellar travel is enough to make any engineer addicted.

The Cutting-Edge Laboratory helped General Astra build the spaceship.

In return, General Astra will help them arrest Extreme Speed.

The agreement was reached amicably.

Half ringing.

Mark also offered to take his leave.

Unlike the popular General Astra.

Everyone in the cutting-edge lab, including Barry, was saying words of salvation to Mark against his will.

If it weren't for Mark's hurry.

Maybe it's really here to stay.

Mark looked at the group of Flash gangs with hypocritical smiles on their faces, and smiled coldly in his heart.

It doesn't matter how long it will be.

When he remembered, Mark was allowed to stay here for a month or two.

But not right now.

Mark and Maizi next to him nodded.

The five-pointed star array on the ground lit up violently.

A piercing glow filled the entire cutting-edge laboratory.

Wait until the light is gone.

Mark and Maizi have already disappeared into the pentagram circle!

Half a month later.

Under the silence of the night.

A 70's roofless blue car roars across the interstate to Pennsylvania.

Bang.

The roofless blue car bounced a little.

The engine is even more like an old smoking gun, which smokes too much and coughs and loses its breath at any time.

Mark, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said helplessly: "So this is the best car you can find?" ”

Maizi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said: "You have to be quick and not noticeable, this one is the most suitable, and the most important thing is that he looks more pleasing to the eye." ”

Mark was speechless.

This broken car is obviously more broken than the unawakened bumblebee.

At least when driving the bumblebee, Mark didn't worry that the bumblebee would inexplicably spontaneously combust in the next second.

After more than half a month of searching.

Mark's angel wings have also been found.

Wrong.

It was when he left the cutting-edge laboratory half a month ago that Mark discovered the whereabouts of his envoy's wings that day.

But it's a pity.

Angel wings are not on earth.

In the underworld.

To be precise, in the illusory underworld established by this group of inferior false gods.

Mark pressed the car's radio a few times.

Silent.

Mark looked at Maizi and said, "Again, why can't you blast open the gates of the underworld here?" ”

Maizi shook his head and said, "I can, but once I blast open the gate of the underworld here, Hades's gaze will instantly fall here." ”

Mark sighed.

What the hell do you think?

Throwing angel wings into the underworld?

Doesn't that make it more difficult for yourself?

In order to find a way to go to the underworld without violence, Mark has been chasing a certain guy with Wheat for twenty whole days.

Originally, it was already positioned to chase to a psychiatric hospital.

As a result, Mark and Maizi arrived.

That guy left a mess and ran away.

Yes.

Constantine!

What Mark is looking for is the one who uses the demons of the underworld here as monkeys to play with the city of hell.

Constantine has endless black magic in his hands to open doors to the underworld.

Wheat can actually be used as well.

But in the words of Wheat.

Once Maizi uses his own blood to outline the teleportation array, Hades, who has been robbed of his hometown by Mark, will immediately sense it.

Yes.

I had to find a native to help.

No doubt.

Konstantin is the perfect indigenous candidate.

As for whether Konstantin will help?

That's a stupid question.

As long as Konstantin opens the passage of the underworld.

Mark could sense his angel wings.

Once the angel wings return.

Hum.

The first thing Mark did was to send his army of fallen angels from the underworld to change the earth and bloodied the group of bedbugs and false gods who desecrated him.

It's a big deal to make Konstantin's Hell Detective name worthy of its name.

Maizi is the CEO of the underworld.

But let's be honest.

There are not many demons in the underworld who can work under Maizi for a year.

Konstantin may hold out for a long time.

As for Konstantin's desire to go to heaven instead of the underworld?

A bunch of false god statements.

Although the underworld of this universe is a little worse than the environment.

But the underworld of the Marvel Universe is not a paradise but a paradise.

There are mountains.

There is the sea.

There is bird language.

Floral.

The blue bridge car bounced from time to time, and it made a few bounces and made a beeline for the small town of Hedwich, one of Pennsylvania's countless mining towns.

Not much.

With the first rays of the sun rising high in the morning.

Mark and Maizi finally made their way into the town of Hydwich.

As for the blue bridge car used for transportation?

Don't ask.

Mark said he didn't want to answer the question.

Jingle bells!

The wind chimes in front of the breakfast shop rang when the door was opened.

"Two cups of coffee."

Mark straightened out his suit that had just been a little messy from flying, and held out two fingers to the waiter.

The waiter not far away looked at where Mark and Maizi were sitting and nodded.

Mark sat down and looked out the window at the quiet town and said, "Okay, let me see if the bisexuality I've been chasing for twenty days has come to life." ”

said.

Don't wait for Maizi to reply.

Mark's telekinesis surged out, like a large net, directly enveloping the small town of Hedwich, which has a population of just over 10,000.

The next second.

Mark opened his eyes.

The corners of the mouth are slightly curved.

Hello.

Constantine......