Novel & Cerita Blue Lantern Barry Allen

Allen opened several other surveillance cameras there was only the back of the other person, he was wearing a mask, dark glasses covered his face, and his face was completely invisible. Allen guessed that this person had a large physique. This man is not only arrogant, he is also very familiar with the police department's surveillance equipment. Are there spies in the police department? Allen was angry, but Bertha laughed. This man was very similar to the one she met last night in the hallway of the Color Bar.

No one paid any attention to Conner. From his new vantage point, he had a better look at the preparations for the next bit to be filmed. He recognized the tall, athletic figure of Bart Braverman, a.k.a. Detective John Hustle, huddled together with a much shorter, gray-haired man. Braverman was a good-looking guy in his late twenties, with long, neatly shaggy golden hair that hung over the collar of his dark brown blazer, which he wore over a light T-shirt, sort of retro Miami Vice look. No one on either side of the law would ever mistake Braverman for a cop, and Conner was reminded of Alexa Cline’s comment about his own appearance. He smiled to himself—maybe he should go into acting.

It was the reason why he was the brain behind their invading warehouses of corrupt mafia dons to have a share of whatever they got illegally. Allan was the brain behind everything and with his hacking abilities, they couldn’t be traced. He was also a genius at improvising their exits, leaving no traces behind them. Who knew that Allan would be willing to give it all up for a woman? “Allan, what has gotten into you?” Darel asked from shock. Allan was getting worked up. “Can’t you see that I want to make things right? I want Cassandra Blade,” he said furiously. Darel shook his head. It seemed to him that all hope was lost.

Samantha said, before ending the call. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Allen was on his way to his colleague, the one who analysed the fingerprint sample they found on Samantha's window. They had a hide out, where all the secret agents convened. He was almost close to the secret hide out when he decided to speak to Samantha. He called her and they were speaking and all of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. Someone hit him with a stick, at the back of his head. He turned to see who it was, while rubbing the back of his head in pain. There were three of them and Allen turned to look at them, he tried to identify each, but he couldn't recognise any of them.

Allen asked the second he got back. I heave a deep sigh to calm the rage that burns me inside out. “I want you to do something for me before dawn. I don’t care about the price. His name is Aldwin Baltar, the son of the city mayor. He and his friends are here in the resort. We don’t need to hurt or kill him. Just steal his goddamn phone. Do you understand?” “Copy, boss. That job is a piece of cake. Expect to have the phone in your hands before sunrise.” Allen replied before he left.

But the other man in the metallic blue sports car was ready to pounce on Robert mercilessly on the other side. Barra. He was the only one who couldn't show his true colors in front of the black gang leader. His name was completely clean because he was completely unknown to the mafia-like Robert and the others. Only Mike was the right-hand man trusted to solve problems like this. "Damn! I'm about to lose my temper when it comes to this," Barra chuckled almost in frustration. His hand almost reflexively opened the car door to beat the slippery man Robert with his strength. "Let go. Don't stop me from going there!" protested Barra as his hand was restrained by a bodyguard guarding her.

I reached for one of the blooming camellias by the hedge, fingers brushing the delicate petals when a shadow fell beside me. “Don’t,” a voice said. I turned sharply. Nolan. He stood with his hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “Don’t what?” I asked, more clipped than I meant to sound. “I doubt that there should be a rule for me touching flower puzzles. Or is that against your rules as well, Alpha?”

“What do you want me to do, panic? That won’t find the mole. Calm gets answers. Panic gets you killed.” For a brief moment, Dean’s lips twitched into something close to approval. He liked that about Barry. The man didn’t rattle, didn’t flinch. In this world, that was rare. “You said you had two names,” Barry said. “Give me the second.” Dean’s gaze sharpened. “Not yet. The second’s not solid. Could be smoke. I’m not bringing you smoke until I’m sure.” Barry studied him. “And when will you be sure?”

He sighed and hurriedly said hello before rushing out to explain, “Something is going on here! I’m bothered because I feel that this is blue blood in the theater! Please relay this to the boss, brother.” “HELLO…brother.” The doctor dropped the phone in dread and could feel his heart in his mouth as he dropped to the floor. The door opened and a man entered the office with a smirk on his face. He continued to talk into the phone. “Brother, won’t you talk to me now? What EXACTLY should I tell this...BOSS? The doctor started to sputter and choke in fear as he scrambled to the corner of the office. “S..sir. I mean Y...Your h...highness—“

I nod as I pop another peanut filled strawberry into my mouth. An hour later, Braddock holds my hand as Dr. Jessup examines me, waiting for the blood test results. A soft knock on the door and it opens, the nurse walks in smiling at us and nods, "Alpha Braddock, Luna Charlie as she hands a folder to the doctor.