New Flash Marvel Reborn

Chapter 200
Under the ocean, the deepest place that humans have not yet explored.

It's not a sea-blue space. At this depth, even light can't reach it. Everything is shrouded in darkness, and you can't see your fingers.

Almost at the bottom of the sea, where the water pressure can crush most metals on the earth, a faint yellow light shone like a star in the night sky.

A figure was lying on its back, its body floating feebly in the water, like an astronaut sleeping in a weightless space capsule.That little yellow light came from a ring on his finger that exuded a faint yellow light.

Indistinct shadows around—maybe it could be black mist, surrounded in all directions, as if to make a soft and comfortable bed to support the floating person.

"who are you?"

The figure didn't seem to have opened its mouth. Of course, it is extremely strange to speak in such a deep place under the sea.He just had this idea in his mind, as if he could be heard by the guy around him.

And the unknown guy next to him really wanted to hear it, and an old echo sounded from the depths of the darkness: "I am the Almighty Heavenly Father."

After stopping for a moment, the old and deep voice asked back: "You have the most outstanding talent since ancient times, tell me your identity."

The person suspended in the black air hesitated, and seemed to be desperately searching for every bit of memory in his brain, before he said: "I am... I am Tartar Sinestro. Yes, I am the leader of Se's Legion , Lord of Fear!"

Sinestro's voice became louder and louder, as if he had regained his memory and confidence at the same time.

The old voice laughed, not knowing whether it was ridicule or excitement.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Sinestro asked sharply.

An extremely cold breath leaked out from the depths of the darkness, making people feel terrible and suffocating.Sinestro has manipulated the yellow light power of fear for so many years, and his understanding of fear is extremely deep. He has seen all kinds of fear, and this emotion has almost become the most important part of him.

But the fear that poured out of that invisible shadow was the purest emotion of fear Sinestro had ever seen before.There is no reason, just like a kind of poisonous gas, breathing it will naturally raise fear from the bottom of my heart.

The voice came again: "No, you are not the Lord of Fear, I am. You are very talented, and it is because of this that I summoned you."

"Call me?" Sinestro still had his eyes closed, but his memory had gradually recovered.The video-tape-like picture was played until the Flash who lit the blue light smashed the body of Sinestro who turned into a parallax monster.

"No, I should have already." Sinestro shook his head, "How did you do it?"

"As I said, I am the Almighty Father. I am omnipotent."

Sinestro faintly felt that no matter who the main body of this voice was, it must be something special.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Become my lord." Vicissitudes' voice suddenly became majestic and irresistible, "Become the messenger of fear, spread fear in every corner of the world, and let fear rule the world!"

After the Ultron incident subsided, the Avengers ushered in a new force.Both Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch joined the Avengers. Tony's friend Colonel Roddy, War Machine, also joined the Avengers team. Rogers also took the opportunity to introduce his personal friend Falcon to the team.

However, they are still reserve players for the time being, and they still need training.So Tony funded and built a Hero Academy to train and train the new Avengers.The instructor was undoubtedly the experienced and seasoned Rogers.

Today was the welcome ceremony of the newcomers, and all the old members attended another big party hosted by Tony to welcome the newcomers.

"I guess the Flash doesn't like us joining," Wanda said. "After all... we've done a lot of wrong things."

It wasn't surprising that Brad was late again or that he hadn't even meant to come.

"But you made the right choice in the end." Rogers said, "Don't worry, The Flash has always been like this. He's just a little over-professional, and he hardly leaves himself a little time to relax."

"He never shows up to our parties," Tony said, pouring a glass of good red wine. "It would be a surprise if he showed up on time one day."

"Everyone of us welcomes you to join, you are all excellent." Rogers encouraged, "The Flash is the same, he just doesn't like to show emotion on his face."

"Thank you." Wanda beamed.

Pietro kept silent, frowning and holding his chin, as if he was thinking about tangled issues like Goldbach's conjecture.

"Is your name Pietro?"

When Pietro looked up, he saw that the same age with the black spider web head sat opposite him.

Parker asked, "What do you seem to be thinking?"

Pietro hesitated and asked, "Do you know why The Flash is so much faster than me?"

"Huh?" Parker was a little surprised by this question.

"I know it's wrong to think like this." Pietro sighed and said, "But you know what? I always thought that no one could surpass me only in terms of speed, and I always thought that I was the fastest person in the world until Suddenly met such a person, unknowingly broke your fantasy sorry, said something strange."

"Talk about something else," Pietro asked. "Do you know what that guy is up to now?"

"What? The Flash?" Parker shrugged. "Who knows, none of us know what he usually spends his time with."

new York.

The building whose outer shell is painted golden looks like a tall tower towering over the crowd.The builder must have wanted to turn it into a castle in New York, and the person in charge of this building might really have the feeling of "I am the king of New York".

And in a way, he is.

King of Crime, real name Wilson Fisk, is a taboo name among New York gangsters.Anyone who mentions this name will bring disaster, and it is not an exaggeration to say that half of New York City is in his hands.

Fisk's fat body was stuffed into the oversized seat, and it seemed that he pretended to be mysterious and did not turn on the light, so that he could hide his upper body in the darkness, so that those who faced him could only feel the darkness in the darkness. The cold gaze from the sharp blade.

The man in the black suit tried his best to suppress the trembling of his palms, and said, "Listen to me, sir. The new recruits we assigned there are too stupid and don't understand the rules. They were a little exposed when they delivered the goods, but it's okay. The clues can never involve you, and there is nothing left that can be used as evidence!"

The "goods" they called were the children who continued to disappear in New York City. The reason why Jin Bing called the person in charge of this department this time was because there was something wrong with their work.

The fat lump of meat stood up, walked around the table and walked slowly in front of the man.Walking out of the darkness, the bright white light illuminated the flesh on his face.

Fisk didn't have the slightest expression of blame on his face, not even the frosty face that a crime king should have.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Jin Bing, I'm really, really sorry!" The man trembled.

"No, no, you don't have to apologize." Fisk said gently, "You did a good job."

The man raised his head happily: "But, I, I"

"It's okay, I've always been at ease when you handle things, and it's not unacceptable for occasional mistakes to happen. It's just... a pity."

Wilson Fisk let out a long sigh, as if it was really a pity.The next moment, two big slaps slapped the man's cheeks from both sides.

There was a completely unexpected turn, the man didn't even have a chance to fight back or evade, the terrifying force that humans should not have squeezed his skull flat, his eyeballs seemed to pop out of his sockets, and blood gushed out of his nasal cavity.

Fisk looked at the limp man, and sighed, "Unfortunately, I might have to find a new person to replace you."

(End of this chapter)