dhibooks Chapter 201 The Weather Wizard Suffers Electrocution, Captain Cold's Battle
Chapter 201 The Weather Wizard Suffers Electrocution, Captain Cold's Battle
Chapter 201 The Weather Wizard Suffers Electrocution, Captain Cold's Battle
"Doesn't it feel amazing? Marco stands alone at the top of the empire, just like we've always dreamed of."
The weather wizard closed his eyes.
His sister-in-law Elsa Madon's voice still echoed in his ears.
The weather wizard muttered somewhat sullenly, "It's your and my brother's dream."
He sat in his room and took a sip of his drink, feeling somewhat depressed.
As his mood darkened, dark clouds gradually gathered outside the window, obscuring the sun in the sky.
"Claudio will be very proud that when we achieve our goal, every corporation from here to America will be subservient to the Madon family, and even the weather will be under our control."
The weather wizard shook his head.
He disliked his family; they were a group of violent criminals who had committed murder, robbery, drug trafficking, running casinos, and forced prostitution—they had done all sorts of despicable things.
Even so, they were still his family. He couldn't lay a hand on his family, nor could he control their behavior, so he could only flee in fear...
Unlike his brother Claudio, that great young man bravely stood up, Claudio once wanted to change everything...
He died later.
Marco felt like he was going to become depressed whenever he thought about these things.
And what about him now? Instead of continuing Claudio's unfinished business, he has returned to help the Madon family with those despicable activities that deserve to go to the deepest hell.
He knew he wasn't actually involved in family affairs, but his very existence within the Madon family was a tremendous deterrent to those in the underworld.
Although he hasn't made a single move yet, the Madun family is already reaping endless benefits from this intimidation, which is essentially helping the Madun family.
The weather wizard looked somewhat dejected.
Is he now not only failing to continue Claudio's will, but instead becoming even more wicked and aiding and abetting evil?
The thought of this made him even more depressed.
The sky outside the window grew darker and darker with his gloomy mood; the sky darkened, and the thick clouds looked as if they were about to drip water.
With a loud rumble, even though not a single drop of rain fell, a muffled thunderclap suddenly echoed from the sky.
The weather wizard immediately realized his mistake and understood the inappropriateness of his emotions.
He quickly stood up, shook his head, and tried to dispel his negative emotions.
But how easily can the sorrow in one's heart be dispelled?
The dark clouds outside the window still hadn't dispersed.
"Okay, okay, it's time for your medicine, Marco..."
As the Weather Wizard pondered this, he sat back down in his chair, rummaged through a drawer for his antidepressants, and glanced at a standing mirror in the room—the portal he had prepared for his teammate, the Mirror Master. Poor Lisa and Sam, they were now…
They need money, he needs money, and the scoundrels need money.
He has to think about his teammates.
And now, the Madun family is the only place that can provide enough funds—
Ultimately, he, the weather wizard, wasn't a good person to begin with—hmm?
Marco Madun blinked, then rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
He jumped up from his chair with a bang.
Because his two teammates, Mirror Master and Golden Glider, suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Good heavens, Sam! Lisa! You...you're alright?"
The weather wizard stared in astonishment as the other person stepped out of the mirror without any hesitation: "This is wonderful!"
As his emotions rose, the clouds outside the window suddenly parted, revealing the sun. Sunlight swept away the layers of drifting dark clouds in the sky, streaming in through the window and turning the table a golden hue.
He happily touched the Mirror Master's arm, astonished that the other was unharmed: "What happened? How did you escape from the Mirror Dimension? And Lisa—"
He looked at the golden glider.
He had seen Lisa before; she was lying in a hospital bed, looking like she was about to die. Her head was bald, and the rest of her body was bandaged.
He had also seen Lisa's mental projection, a golden-haired shadow, but now the unharmed Lisa appeared in front of him, with even her hair growing back!
His mouth dropped open:
"What exactly is going on?"
He said somewhat urgently, "Have you found a way to deal with the side effects of superpowers?!"
However, the expressions of Mirror Master and Golden Glider were rather strange.
They were laughing, but their laughter seemed somewhat forced.
The weather wizard was completely baffled.
"What happened?"
"Marco..." he heard the Mirror Master say, "We have something very important to tell you. You need to come to the Mirror World first."
"Oh, okay." Although he found the Mirror Master and his wife's strange expressions odd, the Weather Wizard nodded out of trust in them, and then walked into the Mirror Space while talking:
"I mean, are we going to have another meeting in the mirror space? But Elsa is someone we can trust. If you're no longer suffering from side effects, why don't we just hold the meeting at the Madon family's base... Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, it's actually fine too..."
He kept rambling on and on, completely oblivious to the growing guilt in the eyes of the couple who had followed him into the mirror space.
The Weather Wizard took the lead, followed by the Mirror Master and the Golden Glider. The three of them walked along the path formed by mirrors for a while in Mirror Time and arrived at a spacious hall.
So...
The weather wizard abruptly stopped speaking, and his neck snapped as if someone had grabbed him.
His eyes widened. He had finally seen the person sitting in the center of the conference room.
"Holy crap! Batman!"
Killer Croc, dressed in a tight-fitting Robin uniform, stood behind him. Next to him was an electric chair, which looked like some kind of torture device, usually used to interrogate prisoners.
That's strange, who does Batman want to interrogate?
Bang!
The moment the thought crossed the weather wizard's mind, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and collapsed to the ground.
The Mirror Master and the Golden Glider, their faces filled with remorse, stood timidly behind the magnificent, unconscious Weather Wizard, holding sticks made of two mirrors.
"Oh, I really..."
"I'm so sorry, Marco..."
"Hehehehehehe..."
Then they both saw Batman, rubbing his hands together and laughing evilly, running over, eagerly saying:
"A new toy has arrived... cough, I mean the weather wizard is here, let's quickly tie him to the electric chair!"
Excitedly, he grabbed the weather wizard, enthusiastically strapped the unconscious man to the electric chair, and then secured him tightly with belt after belt. He then pulled out several lightning rods and a windproof shield...
The preparations were incredibly thorough.
He then rubbed his hands together excitedly like a hamster, and snapped his fingers. Several three-dimensional projections were immediately projected in front of the Weather Wizard in the electric chair. They were all evidence that Elsa Madon, the current female head of the Madon family, had murdered her husband Claudio Madon, who was also the Weather Wizard's younger brother.
For some scenes where no photos were available, he even had Mudface act them out and take photos. Essentially, the tragic death of the Weather Wizard's younger brother has been collected from all angles, aiming to give the Weather Wizard the greatest sensory stimulation.
This is called "desensitization therapy"!
The kind-hearted doctor Batman went to great lengths to cure the Weather Wizard's superpower malfunction.
Everything was ready, and Chen Tao clapped his hands happily: "OK, Sam, come wake up your good teammate!"
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Captain Cold was sitting in a roadside bar.
He drank his wine in silence, a look of deep sorrow on his face. Television was broadcasting news interviews with Professor Darwin Elias.
"...My God, you invented a whole new energy source, enough to sustain electricity supply for 100 years, it's simply amazing...Person of the Year..."
"You've consistently achieved remarkable results... and your newly invented monorail is about to go into operation... What are your thoughts?"
"This city needs a viable solution; self-sufficient energy is just the beginning... more important than The Flash protecting us..."
"I did the research, the incubation, and the data speaks for itself... The only achievement of militarism is that it has brought out the worst parts of society. We have laws, we have codes of conduct, and anyone, even that red speedster or the black bat from Gotham..."
"If what you say is true, then who should resolve those thorny issues that are difficult to address through legal means?"
The answer is obvious: me.
With a loud bang!
A wine bottle covered in frost was propelled by immense force, piercing straight through the television screen. The condensed cold air on it exploded, freezing the television into a solid block of ice.
Then, in the next second, the block of ice shattered into powder, and the television set fell to the ground along with it.
"Damn it, if it weren't for our past relationship at this bar, I wouldn't have let you bastard in at all. This is the final ultimatum, Leonard!" The bar owner looked at his newly replaced television and immediately flew into a rage.
"Relax, Charles, this TV isn't worth much—"
"—I'll put it on your tab. I still prefer you guys messing around with violence and magic. (The magic refers to the weather wizard's wand, but it's actually a scientific creation.) At least it won't cause me any trouble. These superpowers make you so aggressive."
"That Elias is so arrogant. He's got some nerve; when he gets stupid, he's no different from me." Captain Cold was completely unfazed by the bar owner's anger. He was half-lying on the bar counter, rubbing his face.
"How could I have believed his stupid words and led my gang to use that foolish superpower acquisition machine... Sigh, do you remember those innocent days? Good guys and bad guys were clearly distinguished."
"Which side are you from?"
Another person walked over to the bar. He had silver-white hair and was none other than the Turtle Man.
He was working with the gorilla Groud, but somehow ended up here.
Captain Cold was still drinking, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening around him. But half of his hands were already covered in frost.
He knows Turtleman; as a fellow villain in The Flash's story, it would be difficult for him not to know him.
"Does it matter? The gray area is the mainstream now. If you want to find out what's going on, you can only look at the bottom of the bottle, but I can't do that because the damn beer is always freezing cold."
The turtle-man twisted his body, his movements so fast they left afterimages—or rather, he slowed down the surrounding time.
In a flash, he prepared a glass of lemonade and gently pushed it in front of Captain Cold.
"Half an ounce of lemon juice, half an ounce of vodka, half a teaspoon of syrup, and half a teaspoon of granulated sugar—I'm a master bartender."
He said, "A perfectly blended brew can withstand extremely low temperatures."
Captain Cold wasn't stupid enough to drink that beverage.
"Speak, what brings you here?"
The turtle-man chuckled softly.
"Still so direct, Snart, huh?"
He said succinctly, "Kill the Flash."
Charles, the black bar owner with the big beard, wisely didn't intervene in their conversation. He turned around to tidy up the bottles on the back counter.
"I refuse," Captain Cold said. "I have other things to attend to."
His gaze lingered on the television set, which he had smashed to pieces with the bottle.
The gene recombination machine is Professor Darwin Elias's masterpiece. After being away from Midtown for so long, he has finally returned...
And Captain Cold, of course, had to take action.
"Hey, don't be so cold, Captain Cold."
boom!
A sudden burst of intense cold air erupted, but the Turtle Man had already vanished from his original spot. Unlike the Flash, who wields the Speed Force, the Turtle Man, who controls Stasis, can slow down everyone else. Therefore, visually, apart from the absence of lightning, the Turtle Man's ability is not much different from the Flash's.
"Ha...you..."
The turtle-man held a knife in his hand, which was covered with frost. The frost, like living patterns, snaked across the blade and climbed over the spine, attacking his palm.
With a clang, the turtle man dropped the knife.
Captain Cold, now wearing armor made of solid ice, stood up and coldly stared at the turtle man.
"You think you can get your hands on me so easily?"
He said, "This is your last chance, you turtle man. Get out of here."
"Oh, damn it, don't hit me in my bar..."
Charles, the black bar owner, was crouching under the bar with his head in his hands. He had been cursing just moments before, but a red light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He suddenly stretched out his body, crawled under the bar, pulled out a shotgun, aimed it at Captain Cold's nose, pulled the safety, and fired a shot.
boom!
The bullet struck the ice, only sending up a ring of shards. Captain Cold whirled around, exclaiming, "Charles, you…!"
But the next moment, his expression changed drastically.
Roar! ! ! !
It felt like a ferocious beast roared at his ear at close range; Captain Cold felt his head buzzing and his brain trembling.
"Can you hear me?"
Captain Cold suddenly clutched his head, the ice cubes momentarily activating his brain, but still couldn't stop the intangible and invisible invasion.
"You probably think you are listening to my thoughts, but in fact it is my words that have entered your mind."
"The voice in your head is Gerud saying, 'If you don't want your brains to splatter out in my rage—'"
Captain Cold tried to resist, but he overlooked the fact that his frost armor melted away in an instant.
The next moment, he felt a rope tighten around his neck.
"you……"
Before Captain Cold completely lost consciousness, all he saw was a crowd of people screaming and fleeing, and the gorilla Grodd and the turtle man standing side by side in front of him as they entered the tavern.
During the intense mental torment, he vaguely heard the other person's conversation.
"Grud...how long will it take you to completely control him?"
"Soon, just a few hours..."
"Very good... Now Captain Cold is one of us. All we have to do is get Elsa to tell the Weather Wizard the truth about killing Claudio Madon..."
Do not! Do not!
Captain Cold immediately realized what the other party wanted to do. He suddenly jolted awake and excitedly tried to sit up from the ground, but he couldn't control even one of his fingers.
He could only hear in despair, "The Weather Wizard will definitely go berserk and kill everyone around him... as long as he kills Patty, the Flash's girlfriend..."
"...A war to the death is about to begin!"
"...The Flash, Batman, the Rogues—we've got them all completely under our thumb!"
(End of this chapter)