Chapter 107: Green Light

From the moment the trigger of the black pistol was pulled, things happened within a few tenths of a second. There was a loud noise in the barrel of the gun that hurt the tympanic membrane, the firing pin hit the bullet violently, and the gunpowder was instantly ignited in the sealed space. The hot, high-pressure gas pushed the hot bullet out of the muzzle, and then spewed out a dazzling tongue of flame.

The moment Mike was shot, he was only a few steps away from the muzzle, he could never avoid it with his reaction speed, and he himself was still in shock and had no idea of ​​avoiding it—who would have thought that a father would be crazy Do you shoot at your son without blinking?

Fortunately, although he has no time to react, his ring is not.

The moment the fatal blow was detected, the dormant green light suddenly activated by itself. The dazzling green light covered the body of its holder in an instant that was so short that it was negligible. The moment the menacing bullet touched the green light covering Mike's forehead, it was blocked by life. The metal body followed. With high-speed rotation, it was crushed into powder inch by inch in the green light, as if it had been swallowed.

Mr. Marcus was stunned as he watched the green light obliterate the faint candlelight in the room, and the condensed entity formed a green uniform and a blindfold covering the cheekbones and put it on his son. Mike stood still on the spot, his head against the still smoking barrel, and didn't move half a step at all.

Glinton Marcus didn't know which part he should be more frightened for, the gloomy expression he had never seen on Mike's face, or the shining ring on the other's knuckles.

"You really want to kill me." Mike said.

Mr. Marcus's expression changed several times, and finally put down the gun and calmly admitted: "Yes."

Mike wanted to say something, but his face suddenly changed, and he quickly reached out and pushed his father far away. Gunshots sounded almost at the same moment, and a flood of bullets surrounded the green light source in the center of the room from all directions.

Believers with all black hoods appeared around the room like a ghost, desperately venting firepower at the newly born Green Lantern. Mr. Marcus was hit by his push against the wall on the back of the room. Although he avoided the center surrounded by bullets, he immediately fainted.

Mike subconsciously let the green light ring release a transparent protective cover to protect himself in the center. Hundreds of densely packed bullets were blocked by the transparent green light half a meter in front of him, and the shells were collided. Fell all over the ground.

This kind of ordinary firearms is undoubtedly impossible to break through the defense of the green light energy, but it is not the way to keep being beaten like this. As a child born and raised in the seaside city, Mike grew up almost listening to the story of the Green Lantern. He idolized the legend of the seaside city so much that he naturally did quite a lot of homework on idols. He knows how the Green Lantern Ring works, and the most basic way of fighting as a Green Lantern-turning imagination into physical weapons to attack the enemy, maybe this is what he should do now.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and didn't look at the flood of bullets in front of him, tried to ignore the deafening gunfire in his ears, and tried to concentrate all his energy.

As an entry-level novice Green Lantern, I have to say that Mike's progress is really fast. In just five or six seconds, a flashing green light appeared in the air, which quickly expanded and twisted like a piece of plasticine in the next few seconds, rapidly changing its shape under the imagination of the ring-holders.

The gunfire continued. Half of the people had changed their magazines, and continued to pour firepower at the green mask, but did not make the slightest progress. Mike frowned, the green light finally squeezed out a long slender handle with his efforts, with a mesh full of rackets on it, which looked like...like a giant fly swatter .

"Try this, pests!"

Mike shouted loudly, opened his eyes, and green light pierced from the blindfold. He waved his arm in the void, and the huge fly swatter suddenly fell like a mighty force. The castration was so fast and the wind was terrifying. These hooded believers are unavoidable, and they fall apart as soon as they are photographed, and a large area is swept away.

"Ha! This is enjoyable!"

Mike swung exaggeratedly as if he was holding the fly swatter with his own hands. The huge fly swatter swept around in this closed small room with the whirring of the wind, making these believers flounder. The scene was quite funny for a while. Mike waved up, and even went to the protective cover that protects his body. He actually didn't need this. The close-fitting force field of the rifle bullet lamp ring could actually be completely blocked. The reason why the protective cover just activated was purely Because he was nervous.

However, this is indeed the starting point of his Green Lantern career-the first successful weapon to be visualized is actually an oversized fly swatter, which must be considered news in the entire Green Lantern Corps. But let's not say, this weapon is ugly, but it works well. In less than a minute, the hooded believers in the room had been knocked over the floor like flies, guns and cartridge cases were scattered everywhere, as if they had just experienced the scene of a gang fight.

Oh, that's not right, the scene of the Rush is not like this without a drop of blood.

After the last hooded believer also fell, Mike let out a long sigh of relief and relaxed slightly. The huge fly swatter disappeared out of thin air, and the green light lingering all over him dimmed a little. He subconsciously turned his head in the direction of his father, and an undercurrent caught him at the stall where he turned his head and slammed into it.

The stream of dark light seemed to kill from the depths of darkness, and blasted at his side fiercely. Mike had just put down his guard at this time, and his body was like a green leaf swept away by an undercurrent blasting through the wall, and flying into the street outside with the bricks and dust.

Mike knocked a lamp post down, the light smashed out, and his body fell to the ground with a series of crackling electric sparks. He clutched his head, shook his head and got up on his knees. His own defense was weakened by the momentary relaxation of his mind, and his head was slightly groggy.

Well, the first lesson of the rookie hero-never release the alert before confirming that the battlefield is safe. At least I learned this lesson, he thought optimistically.

The last man wearing a hood and cloak walked out slowly from the hole in the wall he had smashed through, and his cloak shot fierce gazes like electricity. He said in a deep voice, "Green Lantern, a face I haven't seen for a long time. This is a variable that the'center' did not expect. But even this can't change much."

From the sound of the voice, this is the "elder" Mr. Marcus mentioned in the room.

"I doubt it." Mike stood up and raised the ring in his hand. "As far as I know, the only thing this ring can't do is to change your frenzy."

The man with the hood stopped talking, but from the large cloak he found out a carefully packed black book with no words on the dark cover. The man took off his hood, revealing a bald head that could be seen. He opened the book and lightly closed his eyes to the book, his expression pious as if he were on a pilgrimage.

Mike felt that this guy must have gone crazy. He felt that he couldn't understand the operation of these cultists' brain circuits. He still feels that these people are nothing more than crazy terrorists in a changed form. When he saw that some dark substance was actually flowing on the cover of the book in the opponent's hand, he began to wonder if it was some kind of blindness, just like street tricks.

But this possibility was quickly ruled out by subsequent development. The bald eyelids suddenly opened, his eyes widened, and the dark matter was sucked out from the book, like a kind of mist pouring in from the bald eyes, nose, and ears. There was a dark glow in every hole.

Mike was a little frightened, he subconsciously took a half step back: "Uh... buddy, are you okay?"

There is no answer, or the other person's body has already answered the question. The unidentified substance spread on every inch of this guy's skin at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and instantly wrapped his bald head, as if wrapped in a shell. Two scarlet scars were carved directly under his eyes, and the eye-catching embellishment made his eyes extremely terrifying.

"Green Lantern." The bald head spoke again, his voice seemed hoarse and gloomier than before, "Your light...will go out here!"