Firestorm's strength was a step below the absolute top tier, but among the first-rate elites, he was outstanding. This guy could transmute all inorganic matter—he could even create kryptonite from thin air. Physically powerful, highly intelligent, capable of flight and energy attacks—he was a rare all-rounder.
"What if we explode there?" Firestorm still hesitated. He was even considering finding some desolate wasteland to end his life.
"Everyone there is an alien." Thea said it casually.
Everyone immediately understood. Were aliens people? Definitely! But when choosing between sacrificing six million aliens and six million humans, nobody would hesitate. Even Barry, with his bleeding heart, said nothing in objection.
"Professor, don't worry. My tech level won't produce the scenario you're imagining. Moreover, two alien species still use nuclear energy. You could go take a look—you might gain new insights."
Without much consideration, the duo decided to go to Nevada. Ronnie didn't bring up his marriage to Caitlin again. Having a telepathic link with the portly professor made pursuing a wife too awkward.
When one individual got excited, the other would have strong mental sensations. For a long time, Ronnie wouldn't be able to enjoy conjugal relations happily.
The portly professor had the same problem. He was older, yes, but he had a wife too. Nuclear fission had transformed his body—he looked old but was physically like a young man. He didn't want Ronnie to know about his passionate exchanges with his wife either.
The two reached a tacit understanding and left Central City, flying toward Nevada. Seeing the human-shaped nuclear bombs fly away on their own, the Reverse-Flash breathed a huge sigh of relief.
What remained was the Flash's situation. Honestly, the Reverse-Flash had bent over backward for Barry. The irony was that this good Samaritan couldn't even take credit. The frustration was indescribable.
While Thea was resolving Firestorm's issue, he'd racked his brain and finally found a solution that wasn't really a solution.
Similar to what Thea had envisioned—just get electrocuted again.
However, Barry hesitated. Facing twenty million amperes of current, he didn't dare claim he could survive.
Thea knew he was the Speed Force's chosen one, but he didn't know that himself.
The Reverse-Flash waited anxiously for a decision. Barry shook his head. "Let me think about it." He grabbed his jacket and left the lab without looking back.
Thea also bid farewell to everyone. Having convinced them to come, she should at least make some preliminary preparations. She didn't dare use teleportation to bring Firestorm directly—mainly because their condition was too unstable. If they exploded during transit, she'd really be in deep trouble.
Though nuclear weapons weren't high-tech, she wasn't willing to face a nuclear blast directly. Fortunately, Firestorm could fly on his own—let him take his time getting there.
Thea arrived at the Committee first, briefing her subordinates on Firestorm's upcoming employment before returning to Star City. After all, she'd been pulled out while soaking in the hot spring—the whole thing hadn't even taken a few minutes. She could still soak a bit longer.
The women were still chatting mindlessly, completely unaware that a city's crisis had been resolved invisibly.
The idea of a female Justice League gradually took shape in her mind. Venue, mission statement—everything needed careful consideration. They were still some distance from official establishment.
It wasn't until that evening when everyone went their separate ways that she learned Barry had returned to the lab after she left. Because Iris was in danger, Barry had no choice but to accept the Reverse-Flash's loving electric shock. Fortunately, the result was good—the Speed Force hadn't abandoned its chosen son. The spirited Flash once again played the hero, saving Iris.
Firestorm's matter was perfectly resolved, and Barry Allen's abilities were restored. Only the mystery of his mother's murder remained unresolved—a hazy fog still shrouded him. He had a premonition that he was close to his mother's killer, but the key clue continued to elude him.
Thea didn't have much time to focus on the conflict between the Flash and Reverse-Flash. She was super busy now! She didn't even have time to study the leather jacket man's corpse—she was busy being a mascot.
Moira had won the party primary by a landslide. This first step had been extremely solid. The next step was a national speaking tour (publicity stunt) to let ordinary people know her policy positions and character.
As a family member, Thea could only help build momentum. Originally Oliver would have been a good choice, but compared to Thea's sky-high reputation, his reputation was too scandalous. The campaign staff collectively vetoed the proposal for Oliver to tour the country, only requiring him to appear in a few key cities. The task of accompanying their mother on tour fell to Thea.
She had no problem with stage fright—she just had to appear gentle and approachable while not stealing her mother's spotlight. That was genuinely difficult.
"Mother of a superhero"—this was the biggest card the campaign staff had prepared for Moira. Truly unprecedented and likely never to be replicated. Americans' superhero complex was extraordinarily strong. Many people were inspired by Moira, as if Thea's strength came not from magic or divine power, but from the democratic system that created her.
For a long period, the young Miss became everyone else's perfect kid. Large numbers of middle-class citizens expressed confidence in Moira's governing ability.
Actually, there weren't many fools these days. The reason the current government appeared powerless in many emergencies was precisely because they lacked significant military force. If Moira became president, this problem wouldn't exist at all—one phone call and a superhero would fly over.
Thea brazenly contributed a photo of herself with Superman and Batman. The two titans owed her quite a few favors. Though extremely reluctant, they still took the photo like they were going to the gallows. The campaign team then promoted it, leveraging the fame of three superheroes to endorse Moira. For a time, Moira's poll numbers exceeded her opposing party's candidate by twenty percent.
Tying the campaign to superheroes brought enormous benefits, but naturally there were troubles too.
Numerous medical workers who'd lost their jobs because of Thea's healing pods would occasionally show up at rallies with protest signs, expressing dissatisfaction.
Aliens dealt with by the Alien Affairs Committee also launched occasional attacks.
Even Bane, Batman's old enemy, was hired to disrupt a venue. Yes, Thea thought this guy was just there to cause chaos. The two-meter-tall muscleman with a green canister on his back was kicked flying over ten meters by her in high heels. Beyond spilling some green liquid on the ground, he accomplished nothing.
Moira's staff went from initial panic to gradual numbness. They truly experienced Thea's exceptional martial prowess firsthand. Seeing it on TV before was nothing compared to the live thrill.
Rocket launchers deflected back to their origin with a snap of her fingers. Armed thugs scared into wetting themselves by a single glare. Aliens of various colors and appearances tossed around like bowling pins.