Chapter 182: Magenta

The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend.

~ Abraham Lincoln

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The battle ended.

Caitlin snapped back to reality and glanced at the alarm clock by the bedside. Over four hours had already passed.

But for more than half of that time, she had been in an unconscious state.

"Did Killer Frost come out?" Caitlin asked, wrapped in a blanket.

"That’s right."

"Uh, she didn’t run out to kill a couple of people to celebrate, did she?"

Hillel rolled his eyes.

"What kind of thing to say... That hurts even more than telling someone they’re no good in bed! Could I let her run out? Of course I beat her back into her original form!"

Caitlin snuggled into the man’s arms.

"That’s good. As long as I can control myself, everything else doesn’t matter!"

Caitlin’s thoughts were very simple. As long as Killer Frost could be controlled, it didn’t matter what method Hillel used. After all, it was her own body, and as for mental matters...

She didn’t know if she even had the qualification to discuss things of this nature.

After all, she was clearly mentally unstable.

[Ding!Current world Conquest progress: 29%]

The system popped up a prompt.

Hillel ignored it and instead hugged Caitlin, giving her enough sense of security.

...

The next afternoon.

Harrison began developing a telepathic emotional device. Caitlin decided not to run away anymore, but instead to face the white-haired sub-personality within her, while incidentally investigating her father’s whereabouts...

Since Hillel said her father wasn’t dead, it should be true.

As for Hillel.

He went to network and build connections.

There were definitely asshole billionaires in this world too. He couldn’t always live off a woman, even though living off a woman felt great, but Caitlin’s money didn’t blow in on the wind.

That pitiful salary S.T.A.R. Labs paid... Sigh, don’t mention it!

Go find some old billionaires to withdraw some money...

Hillel directly broke into the secret estates of those major financial conglomerates and top politicians, repeating the same trick by carrying the senior figures to the edge of a black hole, the surface of a neutron star, the core of the Pillars of Creation...

Supplemented by blowing up stars with three punches, playing golf with super-large meteorites, and horizontally pushing giant planets...

The billionaires were so excited they peed on the spot.

After landing, Hillel not only got rid of his identity as an unregistered person, but also gained a massive amount of multinational trust assets, bearer black cards, huge underground vaults, and hundreds of billions of dollars more in private bank accounts.

Rob a bank?

How could robbing a bank compare to robbing billionaires for quick money!

Now this is what you call harvesting leeks!

When Hillel returned to the laboratory beaming with joy, Caitlin was performing molecular fusion on two kinds of reagents, while Barry was fighting crime and complaining to Cisco about how reality-defying his new colleague was.

"That British guy Julian has such a weird personality and is mean as hell, he’s practically torturing Barry to death!"

Cisco said to Hillel.

"Then knife him! Are you keeping this kind of person around for the New Year? Openly knife him offline!" Hillel’s solution was simple and crude.

"Hehehe! Bro, we’re not some big supervillains!"

Cisco quickly advised him against it.

Hillel sat back down in his revolving leather chair. He also had his own exclusive seat in the laboratory, but most of the time he had nothing to do.

He could only flirt with Caitlin while waiting.

"Baby, I’ve been busy all afternoon. Is there anything you want to eat tonight? After work later, I can pick it up on my way back."

"Tonight is my treat!"

Hillel pulled out his black card and slapped it onto the table.

Cisco slid over on his knees and rushed up. "Damn! If my eyes aren’t deceiving me, this looks like a bearer black card. Only a few people in the world own it. It’s a consumer card custom-made by UBS and the Pan-American United Financial Consortium specifically for big shots!"

"Baby, which big shot did you kill?"

Caitlin was also a bit shocked, her beautiful eyes fixed on Hillel.

"Baby, listen to me, surrender! It’s still not too late!"

Hillel was completely speechless.

It was one thing for Cisco to mess around, but why was Caitlin following suit?

"Cisco, I want to clarify one thing here. Your gaming buddy is a respectable person who never does things like robbing banks. How low is the efficiency of getting money that way? It’s not even as good as me going to the site of a neutron star explosion and gathering a few tons of natural gold!"

Hillel patted his sleeves, looking utterly nonchalant.

"However, the efficiency of that is still low. Dumping a large amount of gold will inevitably trigger financial regulation, so I went straight to the source, those top old-timers who control most of America’s assets!"

"As long as I provide these senior figures with some medical benefits, repair their damaged internal organs, cell telomeres, or even modify longevity and disease-resistance genes, these guys would even be willing to open a separate Bible just for me!"

That piece of boasting deserved a perfect score!

Cisco was left speechless.

Could money even be earned this way? Could he open a space travel agency, take people to visit Earth-2 for free, and make some tour guide fees?

Beep beep beep beep...

While the few of them were talking, the alarm on the big screen sounded again.

Barry’s voice came out from the communication microphone. "Cisco! Caitlin! I’ve run into a huge trouble here! A magnetic meta-human has gone out of control!"

"She is currently using magnetism to control a giant cruise ship at the Central City port, weighing about tens of thousands of tons, and it’s already crashing towards Central City’s most bustling United Building!"

Barry panted heavily. "I am currently running frantically right beneath the cruise ship, trying to use the Speed Force to create a high-frequency reverse wind-speed magnetic field to slow down the cruise ship’s falling speed, but in this way, I have no way to spare energy to stop Magenta herself!"

"Quickly help me think of a way!"

A cruise ship weighing tens of thousands of tons was falling from the sky, and Cisco’s face turned directly pale.

"Bro, hold on for now!" he said to Barry, then looked at the others. "What do you guys think of calling that meta-human Magenta?"

Caitlin: "??"

Hillel: "???"

Harrison: "..."

In the end, Aerith Gainsborough broke the stalemate. "Cisco, focus! Can’t you make a portal to move the cruise ship away directly?"

Cisco shook his head frantically.

"Of course not! At most I can transport people. For a cruise ship weighing tens of thousands of tons, even if my liver exploded it would be impossible to teleport such a huge object!"

Everyone looked uniformly at Hillel.

"What are you looking at me for? I’m external personnel, a bottom-tier outsourced worker, you regular employees are bullying an outsider, right!"

Cisco looked hopeful. "Don’t be like that, we need a little Superman strength right now!"

"The Flash needs you, and Central City needs you too!"

Hillel said, "Is that so? I don’t feel it at all!"

In the end, it was Caitlin who secretly tugged at the corner of Hillel’s clothes.

"Baby, as long as you use a tiny bit of Superman strength, there’ll be good stuff tonight! And I bought a new nightgown, it looks nice, and I want to try a bold style!"

Oh, really?

But when it comes to being bold, could she compare to Killer Frost?

Caitlin leaned into Hillel’s ear and said a few words.

Hillel immediately stood up. "Oh, look at what you’re saying! It’s not like I’m greedy for any nighttime enjoyment. It’s purely out of benevolence and being helpful. Watch me go meet that Magenta!"

Before his voice fell.

In the hall of S.T.A.R. Labs, a substantial gust of wind had already exploded, and Hillel’s figure vanished out of thin air.

...

Meanwhile, above the Central City United Building.

In the pitch-black sky, a luxury cruise ship weighing tens of thousands of tons was currently being propped up by a hurricane created by the Flash, with countless Central City citizens screaming and fleeing in panic.

If this building were to be blasted down.

That wouldn’t be any different from the 9/11 incident.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Just all of you go to hell!" Magenta shouted hysterically.

This girl was quite pitiful. After being adopted by her stepfather, she frequently suffered dual mental and physical torture. After being awakened by Savitar, she directly fell out of control.

But she could drag a giant ship into the sky right after awakening her powers.

This girl’s talent might even be stronger than Magneto’s.

Give her a tube of permanent Compound V, and she might even turn out to be a capable general!

Hillel quietly appeared beside Magenta, generously reaching out a hand to pull Magenta’s shoulder into his embrace.

"Hello there! If you have any troubles, just spit them out. There’s no need to use a cruise ship to hit people!"

"How great would it be to use this ability to work in a steel mill? You’d earn even more than ordinary veteran masters."

"Why walk down the path of illegal crime? I mean, there are a lot of legal ways to do shit like this.."

Magenta was so startled that she shuddered all over. Who the hell was this guy, and where did he pop out from?

"Are you also here to stop me?" Purple light lit up in Magenta’s eyes.

You could tell at a glance that it was caused by taking too much dark energy!

She was just about to blast this man, but Hillel’s hand just applied a tiny bit of force, and Magenta felt a colossal strength wash over her, instantly capable of crushing all her bones and internal organs to pieces.

"Y-You are..."

Magenta instantly sobered up.

She wasn’t crazy anymore, nor was she frantic. She knew she needed to reflect on herself!

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