The Richest Man in the DC World

Barry Allen faced unprecedented resistance.

The man on the opposite side seems to have the ability to predict, he can guess his next move and set traps in a targeted manner.

The encirclement is getting tighter and tighter.

He felt like a prey stuck in a cobweb, the harder he struggled, the tighter he got.

What is even more desperate is the speed of the other party. It is too fast and unbelievable. If you have no future and adjust yourself, the data panel will all return to zero.

lost!

The defeat was so complete that it left people speechless.

Barry Allen looked forward blankly, his eyes were a little dull. It was the first time he failed in a speed-related project since he possessed the Speed ​​Force.

Is there anyone in the world who is faster than me?

He couldn't understand, just at this moment, the security center popped up an alarm.

Someone invaded.

It's that guy!

Barry Allen reacted instantly, and quickly deployed the defense program. In the hacker battle, the attacker was at a disadvantage and the defender had the advantage. Before, Barry attacked and Luke defended. Now the situation has reversed, and Barry has become the dominant party.

"I must teach you a lesson this time. I am the fastest man in the world."

Barry Allen gritted his teeth and focused.

In half a minute!

The man who claimed to be the fastest took his hands off the keyboard and slumped on the chair like a salted fish.

The computer screen turned dark blue with two words in the middle.

YOU FAIL!

Black letters occupy most of the screen, exuding a strong sense of mockery.

Lost again, faster than last time!

Why is this happening?

Am I not the fastest man in the world, there are people faster than me.

No, I absolutely do not believe it.

Barry Allen pursed his lips and said nothing. Looking at the black letters that kept flashing in front of his eyes, a deep sense of unwillingness surged in his heart. He clenched his right fist into a fist, and had the urge to pierce the screen. The balance has to be endured.

The black letters slowly faded, and a string of words emerged: Your skills are very good, if you are interested in ShowMe, make this call.

Below the text is a set of phone numbers.

Barry Allen was silent for a while, writing the phone down in a notebook.

He wanted to know who the guy who beat him was.

On the other side, after dealing with The Flash, Luke closed his eyes and fell asleep under the admiration of everyone.

Zack gave a thumbs up, ten thousand suits.

The boss is the boss, you can't accept it.

This hand speed and judgment are simply absolute, and the opening and hanging can not reach this situation.

After the show is over, the work continues.

Before you know it, the three-hour invasion time ends.

Except for Barry Allen, there was no other guy who could open Luke's eyes. There were more than 3,000 intruders, and none of them were very useful.

The internet was calm and nothing happened.

The spectators who were standing in front of the computer were not disappointed. Before the action started, many computer experts stood up: they wanted to teach ShowMe a hard lesson and tell them not to be so mad.

As a result, he was slapped by the ShowMe technical department on the backhand.

The atmosphere was a little weird.

In a hidden private hospital somewhere in Gotham City, Barbara Gordon sat in front of the computer frantically swiping the screen. After a long time of swiping, she couldn't find any guy who said that she broke ShowMe's golden body.

No one speaks, which means that more than 3,000 intruders have failed.

"Is ShowMe's defense system really that strong?"

Barbara asked herself, her eyes gradually brightened, flashing with a strong fighting intent.

Barbara is not the only one who has this idea, many experts in the hacking world are watching.

When the war started,

The first to enter the battlefield is always the miscellaneous soldiers, and the strong stand behind. Only when the situation can't bear it will they take action, and the battle will be won or lost.

This is the so-called restraint of the strong.

Although it's useless!

Luke knew exactly what the group of people thought. The only thing he didn't expect was Barry Allen. This guy didn't want to be a superhero, so how could he play social media.

However, what if he could be recruited into ShowMe?

Luke pondered the possibility of things, then shook his head.

Barry Allen has deep feelings for Central City, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to leave his hometown and live in the Metropolis.

Just thinking about it, the phone rang, Luke answered the call,

"Hello, I'm Luke Xiao, who are you?"

Luke Shaw!

ShowMe Boss!

The phone number is actually his.

Barry Allen's expression tightened, and his tone became cramped, "You... hello, I'm Barry Allen. I signed up for ShowMe's invasion activity before, and you left your contact number on my desktop."

Luke opened his mouth in astonishment, what the hell? This buddy is out of his mind, and he couldn't wait to make a phone call after a long time.

After thinking about it, he calmly said,

"I remember you. Your skills are very good. Among the more than 3,000 hackers who invaded ShowMe today, you are the only one who broke through the outer firewall."

"Really?"

There was an undisguised surprise in those short words.

"Of course it's true."

Luke said in a flat tone, judging from these few dialogues, the current Flash is likely to be a rookie with no social experience.

Maybe take him as a little brother.

Thinking of this, the tone became more and more calm,

"Your technique is very good, if you are interested in social networking, we can talk."

At the other end, Barry Allen, who heard this sentence, threw his fists excitedly, and the work was on.

"Mr. Xiao, do you have time?"

"Of course there is."

"Can we meet?"

Luke raised his eyebrows with a question mark on his face, what the hell? You don't have to say a few words, you just want to meet, even if it's online dating, don't rush to show up!

wrong!

Luke suddenly remembered something, turned and walked out,

"Where are you now?"

"It's right at the door of your company."

Luke: "..."

Sure enough, the fastest man in the world cannot use common sense to infer that the central city is nearly 2,000 kilometers away from the metropolis.

Luke hung up the phone and came to the main entrance of the company.

One year, a young man wearing a plaid shirt and jeans is standing by the elevator, holding a mobile phone in his hand and looking around.

He is not very old, at most twenty years old, with brown hair, a baby face, his eyes are very clear, he has the feeling of a sunny boy, but his hair is too long and his clothes are a little sloppy. At first glance, it is easy to be misunderstood as a tramp.

"Barry Allen?"

Barry nodded quickly, looked Luke up and down, and said in surprise,

"Luke Shaw? No, Mr. Shaw!"

"it's me."

Luke nodded with a smile, glanced at his watch, and said,

"It's almost time to get off work, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Barry said embarrassedly, "I'm too young to drink."

Luke: "..."

You are not kidding me!

All right!

As a boss, there should be no less metrics.

"Then go to dinner and drink some juice."