Early in the morning, Chicago, in the wilderness.

The train was driving on the rails beside the cliff, and on the outside was a bottomless, dark valley.

Tonight, the night sky is like a boundless dark curtain, both the moon and the starlight are hidden behind it and cannot be revealed. The entire valley is deeply trapped in the darkness. From the car, the mountains opposite are like monsters with twitching claws, eyeing the train.

In theory, this should be a truck, but an unknown guest quietly boarded it. It was a white-haired vagabond with unshaven stubble on his chin. He wore a shabby gown, held his knees and leaned against the middle of a pile of cargo boxes.

The homeless man suddenly opened his eyes, his alert eyes were like a startled prey. He stood up carefully, covered his body with a pile of cargo boxes behind him, and poked half of his head and looked out carefully.

"Don't be nervous, man." The middle-aged man came in. From his sloppy hair and messy clothes, he looked like a fellow traveler. "I'm just a car like you... Don't kick me down from here?"

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

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

"Thank you." The man found a cleaner haystack and sat down.

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

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

"Shoes." The tramp pointed to his leather shoes. "There is no reason to hide here secretly if you can afford such shoes and you can afford tickets."

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

The man smiled and paused, lowered his voice: "And maybe, I'm just tracking a homeless man trying to find clues of 'nowhere'."

The homeless man frowned and stared at the man tightly, as if he wanted to see him through with his eyes.

The next second, without warning, the two of them started to act at the same time in a tacit understanding. The homeless man thrust out like a whip, like a whirlwind, completely inconsistent with his sloppy and lazy image. The man did not react at all, and raised his arm to steadily hold the leg.

After the two of them maintained this posture for about a second, they took each other's moves and opened the distance again.

"It's true." The man smiled proudly, "I used my disguise of my identity to investigate the information about nowhere alone, and posted online news calling on the teenagers to unite. Have you always done it right... Nightwing?"

The tramp snorted, tore off the digital mask and the disguised coat, revealing his face with a mask and the black tight uniform under the coat. It was indeed Nightwing.

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

After hearing this, the man suddenly raised his head and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Ye Yi asked coldly.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help but because it was so fun to meet in this way... but before I officially confirmed that you were indeed Nightwing, I didn't want to reveal my identity."

Speaking of this, he also wiped his face and took off his digital mask.

Ye Yi was stunned for a moment, showing an incredible expression: "Eric?"

Another place, nowhere base.

Facing Kuaiyin who suddenly appeared in front of him, Bart hummed disdainfully, put Reyes on his shoulder aside, and said, "No matter who you are, believe me, you have messed with someone you shouldn't mess with. Now I want to kick your ass hard, and it will be very fast!"

The moment the word "fast" fell, Bart's figure suddenly disappeared. It seemed as if a whirlwind suddenly broke into the corridor, carrying a large amount of electric current penetrated in.

"Bang!"

In the dull collision, the afterimage of the Lightning Boy suddenly stopped in front of Kuaiyin, and the fist that was speeding out was steadily held by the other party in the palm of his hand, without moving at all. A smug smile appeared on the corner of the latter's mouth.

Bart was surprised: "So too..."

"Yes." Kuaiyin said, his fist rising high.

"Don't think that you are the only one who has the speed you are proud of!"

The punch suddenly disappeared, and the blurry silver fist shadow suddenly flashed in front of Bart. Bart, who had come back from the shock, wanted to dodge at this time, but it was too late. He punched the bridge of his nose, staggering back in a mess, and blood surged in his nose.

"If I were you, I would have been lying back to the cell." Kuaiyin said proudly, "not that I will take several days to re-grow my teeth after I'm beaten up."

Bart spat and wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth: "What? I was napping just now, but that didn't count. Now I'm going to remember the score."

"Welcome at any time." Kuaiyin said, making a provocative gesture.

The two rushed up at the same time again, and the energy that exploded when they kicked back exploded the floor tiles. Two afterimages, one gold and one white, instantly intertwined together. Reyes, who was watching the battle, was stunned and felt the afterimages flashing in front of him. The scene seemed as if both of them had transformed into countless blurred clones and appeared in multiple positions at the same time. Each image stayed for only half a second and was torn and dissipated by the sudden flash of lightning. The scene was really dazzling.

What made him most anxious was that he could not tell which side had the upper hand from the messy image. If the Lightning Boy was defeated in this man, it would probably mean that they would be locked back into the dirty and boring cell again, and would have to be caught regularly for various tests, many of which... were very unpleasant.

"Bang!"

When the sound of the fist hitting spread to Reyes' ears along the air, Bart had already been blown backwards at a speed that exceeded the sound. The yellow afterimage suddenly flew out against the ground, slamming the metal wall into a dent.

Bart couldn't help but snorted, feeling that two or three of the ribs might have broken.

The white guy in front of him was indeed very fast, but he could handle it in principle. Unfortunately, his stomach was so loud that he protested too loudly. He was in good health after being locked up here for so long. His performance was only about 60% of the usual level.

He stood up on the wall with one arm, and saw Kuaiyin turning into a shadow in the corner of his eyes, continuing to chase him in a straight line. Bart gritted his teeth and forced his right leg to bounce up, dragging a string of golden current to sweep towards Kuaiyin, and hit the front without any obstacles. Kuaiyin also snorted miserably, flew backward along the same path, rubbed against the ground for a long distance before stopping, and struggled for a long time before he got up with difficulty.

Bart thought for a moment, and thought that his physical condition could not last long.

Next, we have to fight quickly.

(Thanks to book friend Shenhan Demon for 1,000 starting point coins rewarded by book friend Griza for 100 starting point coins rewarded by book friend Griza!)
Chapter completed!