Early morning, Chicago, wilderness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The train runs on the railroad tracks on the edge of the cliff, and on the outside is a bottomless valley of black holes.

Tonight is covered with dark clouds, and the night sky is like an endless black curtain, and neither the moon nor the stars are obscured behind it. The whole valley was deep in darkness, and the mountains opposite looked like monsters with teeth and claws, eyeing the train from the car.

Theoretically, it was supposed to be a wagon, but an unknown guest quietly boarded it. It was a vagabond with white hair and a chin full of unshaved stubble. He wore a shabby, shabby gown, and leaned against his knees in the middle of a pile of crates to nap.

The homeless man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes alert like an alarmed prey. He stood up cautiously, leaning out half of his head to look out cautiously with a pile of crates behind him.

"Don't be nervous, man." It was a middle-aged man who came in, and from his sloppy hair and messy clothes, he seemed to be a fellow traveler with this homeless man, "I'm just like you, and I'm just rubbing a car...... Don't kick me off here, can you? ”

The homeless man looked at him suspiciously for a moment, and finally sat back.

"Please." He said lazily, "It's not my train anyway." ”

"Thanks." The man found a clean haystack and sat down.

"No, I'm actually just like you, I'm running away."

The man raised his eyebrows: "Why do you think so?" ”

"Shoes." The homeless man pointed to his leather shoes, "If you can afford to wear shoes like this, if you can afford to buy a ticket, there is absolutely no reason to hide here." ”

"Who knows, maybe I just have this quirk?"

The man smiled, paused, and lowered his voice: "Or maybe, I'm just tracking a homeless man trying to find a clue to 'NOWHERE'." ”

The homeless man furrowed his brows, his eyes fixed on the man, as if to see through him with his gaze.

The next second, without warning, the two of them tacitly agreed to move at the same time. The tramp jerked out with a whip on one leg like a whirlwind, completely inconsistent with his scruffy and lazy image. And the man was not slow to react at all, raising his arm to hold this leg steadily.

The two of them held this position for about a second, then retracted each other's distance and distanced themselves again.

"Sure enough." The man smirked, "You've always done the right thing to investigate NOWHERE's information by pretending to be your own and posting a message on the Internet calling for teenage superpowers to unite...... Nightwings? ”

The homeless man snorted, and ripped off his digital mask and camouflage coat, revealing his blindfolded face and the tight black uniform under his coat, which was indeed Nightwing.

"I don't know how you found me, but I'm not afraid of you, or anyone who would rather play for NOWHERE."

Hearing this, the man suddenly looked up and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Nightwing asked coldly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help but because it's so much fun to meet in this way...... But I don't want to reveal my identity until it's officially confirmed that you're Nightwing. ”

With that, he also wiped his face and took off his digital mask.

Nightwing was stunned for a moment, revealing an expression of disbelief: "Eric? ”

ANOTHER, THE NOWHERE BASE.

Facing Quicksilver who suddenly appeared in front of him, Bart snorted disdainfully, put Reyes on his shoulder to the side, and said, "No matter who you are, believe me, you have already messed with someone you shouldn't mess with." Now I'm going to kick your ass hard, and it's going to be very fast! ”

The moment the word "fast" fell, Bart's figure had disappeared on the spot. It was like a whirlwind that suddenly broke into the hallway, carrying a large amount of electricity through it.

"Smack!"

With a dull collision, the afterimage of the Lightning Boy suddenly stopped in front of Quicksilver, and the fist that was blasted out at high speed was firmly caught in the palm of the opponent's hand, not moving at all, and the corners of the latter's mouth hooked up a smug smile.

Bart was taken aback: "You are ...... too"

"yes." Quicksilver said, fists already raised in the air.

"Don't think you're the only one who can be proud of your speed!"

The punch disappeared suddenly, and a vague silver fist shadow suddenly flashed in front of Bart. Bart, who had just recovered from the shock, tried to dodge but it was too late, he was punched right on the bridge of his nose, and he staggered back in embarrassment, blood gushing from his nose.

"If I were you, I'd go back to my cell." Quicksilver said proudly, "Lest it take me days to regrow your teeth after being beaten by me for a while." ”

Bart spat a mouthful of blood and wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth: "What? I was just taking a nap, so that doesn't count, and I'll have to keep the score down now that I start playing. ”

"Waiting for you at any time." Quicksilver said, making a defiant gesture.

The two of them rushed up at the same time again, and the momentum of the back kick exploded and the floor tiles exploded. The two afterimages, one gold and one white, were instantly staggered together, and Reyes, who was watching the battle, was stunned for a moment, only to feel that the afterimages flashed in front of him. The scene looked as if the two of them had conjured up countless blurry clones that appeared in multiple locations at the same time, and each image stayed for less than half a second and was torn apart by the lightning that suddenly slashed, and the scene was really dazzling.

And what made him most anxious was that he couldn't tell which side had the upper hand from this mess of images. If the Lightning Kids were to be defeated in this man, it would most likely mean that they would have to be put back in their dirty, boring cells, and would have to be caught and tested regularly, many of them...... Very unpleasant.

"Bang!"

By the time the sound of a fist hitting a flesh reached Reyes' ears down the air, Bart had already been blasted upside down faster than the sound. The yellow afterimage flew out against the ground, slamming the metal wall into a dent.

Bart couldn't help but snort, feeling that two ribs might be broken...... Or three.

The white guy in front of him was indeed fast, but it stands to reason that he could handle it completely. It's a pity that his stomach is really protesting too loudly at this time, and his physical condition is not good after being locked up here for so long, and his performance level is only about sixty percent of his usual level.

Standing up with one arm propped up on the wall, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Quicksilver relentlessly turning into an afterimage and continuing to chase in a straight line. Bart gritted his teeth and forcibly commanded his sore right leg to bounce up, dragging a string of golden electricity to sweep towards the rushing Quicksilver, and hit it head-on without hindrance. Quicksilver also snorted miserably, and flew back upside down the same path, rubbing the ground for a distance before stopping, struggling for a while before struggling to get up.

Bart gasped for a moment, and felt in his heart that his physical condition could not last long.

The next step is to make a quick decision.

(Thank you for the 1,000 starting coins rewarded by the book friend Deep Cold Demon, and the 100 starting coins rewarded by the book friend GRIZA!) ）