Anti-hero of a certain comic

The Upper East Side of Star City remains prosperous, while the lights in the Palm Lake slum gradually turn out after night falls.

Those poor people living in dilapidated apartment buildings have to endure the musty smell of dilapidated houses, black gangsters hanging out in the streets, and harassment from drug dealers and prostitutes. Naturally, there will be no rich and exciting nightlife.

"Why do you have to go through here?"

Felicity, wearing a royal blue backless evening gown, looked out the window curiously.

She's past the shock phase of sitting in a supercar next to the boss of the world's largest private company.

This talented hacker with thick nerves and a slightly long reflex arc began to gradually assume the identity of an agent. He just asked Leo if he had any high-tech equipment.

"I heard that Oliver Queen, the former son of Star City, is planning to open a nightclub near the slums of Palm Lake."

Leo leaned in the back seat, lowered the window and stared at the abandoned factory, which was formerly a steel mill owned by Quinn Consolidated Enterprises.

Many years ago, due to the Great Depression, Robert Quinn sought cheaper manual labor, so he closed and sold the factory. As a result, about 1500 workers lost their jobs.

Later, the financial staff even found a loophole in the union contract, so that they did not have to pay severance pay and pensions to those unemployed, thus saving a lot of expenses.

During that time, the streets and alleys of Star City were full of homeless people. They had no jobs and no source of income, so they could only live on the streets.

Leo looked at the homeless people burning garbage to keep warm, and thought it was time to put the plan to develop the Palm Lake slum area on the agenda. The vigilantes could fight crime, but they could not save the desperate poor.

"If a nightclub is opened in a slum area, will anyone really come?"

Felicity curled her lips. Many of the friends she knew had never even set foot in Palm Lake.

For the upper elites of Star City, they are ignoring the existence of this place intentionally or unintentionally, perhaps because they are afraid of dirtying their eyes, or they are afraid of feeling uneasy conscience.

"He is Oliver Queen, the Prince of Pleasure in Star City. Now, let's go to the Exchange Building. It will be rude to be late."

Leo started the ignition, and the sports car's engine roared, leaving this dark and desolate area far behind.

Entering the Upper East Side, the Exchange Building is in sight, standing like a towering steel giant under the night sky.

"Unidak Industries is in bankruptcy administration, and the ownership will be repaid and auctioned off. There are many buyers interested in it, such as Quinn United Enterprises."

Before Leo got out of the car, he briefly explained the situation.

The visitors gathered in the Exchange Building today are all powerful buyers. There are more or less the shadows of large companies behind them, and they want to bid for Unidak Industries.

"Completely understand. I found the structural layout of the Exchange Building on Warren Patel's personal computer, and he recently had a large amount of money transactions with an overseas account."

Felicity nodded and raised her chin slightly proudly, while Leo expressed his affirmation of her work.

"That's good. Your task tonight is to follow me, keep an elegant and decent smile, and then wait for the killer to appear."

Leo adjusted his suit, walked out of the car, and put his arm around Felicity in a gentlemanly manner.

The female companion next to him was obviously facing this kind of situation for the first time. Her smile was definitely not elegant and calm, at most it was stiff and polite.

"I almost thought I was holding a robot on my arm."

Leo teased and patted the back of Felicity's hand to signal her to relax.

The auction was held on the 28th floor of the Exchange Building, and the participants were all wealthy and powerful businessmen in Star City.

For example, the current manager of Quinn Consolidated Enterprises, Walter Steele; and the CEO of Hespel Enterprises, who hired Deadshot's Warren Patel.

They are probably the two most powerful bidders present, and Unidak Industries is likely to be won by either of these two, provided that Leo is not interested.

"Mr. Steele, what a pleasure it is to meet you."

Leo smiled gently and took Walter Steele's extended palm.

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sp;This middle-aged black man is Oliver's stepfather. He is very friendly when talking and laughing, and his movements show a stable temperament.

There is neither the standard hypocritical smile of a businessman nor the high-sounding words. No wonder he has a good reputation in the Star City business community.

"White Industries is also interested in Unidak. I didn't hear that you were going to participate in the bidding before."

Walter seemed a little surprised to see Leo.

From the perspective of business competition, White Industries, as the world's largest private company, is undoubtedly a formidable and powerful opponent.

"To be more precise, I am personally interested. Unidak has been exploring the direction of new energy sources in recent years. This is one of the trends in the future."

There was a faint smile on Leo's lips. When he saw the two figures approaching, he said softly: "It seems that no matter what the result of tonight's auction is, Mr. Steele will be the biggest winner, because you have two figures beside you." In the company of the most beautiful lady.”

Moira and Thea, who were holding Walter's arms on the left and the right, both smiled when they heard it. The former was reserved and the latter was relaxed and cheerful.

A few people chatted for a while and then politely ended the conversation.

"The auction starts in 10 minutes."

Felicity drank her champagne nervously, resisting the urge to look around.

She imagined that a bullet shot from nowhere could take away the life of someone present at any time, or more.

This feeling of being watched everywhere, turned into a heavy psychological pressure.

And the trembling feeling caused by that fear was like an electric current, instantly flowing through the body.

"The Exchange Building is surrounded by three towers. The area is too large to be easily searched. The killer can shoot a fatal shot from almost any angle. But don't worry, we are not on the bidder's list, so his target will not be you and I."

Leo put his palms on Felicity's waist, pretending to be intimate, and said in her ear.

"What about Mr. Walter Steele? He's probably the target of a killer."

The hot breath made Felicity, who had a long reflex arc, a little uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because the temperature was too high, because her cheeks and earlobes were flushed with a faint blush.

"I can only hope that the killer's marksmanship is bad enough, or that Mr. Steele is lucky enough. Felicity, we can only try to prevent the damage from spreading, that's all."

Leo's attention has always been on Walter Steele.

Oliver Queen did not come tonight, probably due to the butterfly effect. He did not notice that someone was assassinating the bidder of Unidak Industries.

Getting rid of the blame on his head, and the gang targeting Martin Summers, occupied much of the vigilante's energy.

"There are still 5 minutes left and the killer will definitely take action before the auction starts."

Leo squinted his eyes and scanned all the activities in the venue.

Waiters shuttled between the guests, wealthy businessmen chatting and laughing, and notaries sent by the city government, including lawyers and accountants.

Time ticked forward, and the hands passed by minute and second. Leo held Felicity's arm while hovering next to Walter Steele.

Such behavior caused Thea to look back frequently, wondering if this underage girl would have some kind of delusion.

"Based on the distance between the three towers, even a dead shooter needs a laser sight to correct the trajectory and confirm the target."

Leo's thoughts were ups and downs, and the corner of his eyes swept over the champagne glass on the waiter's tray. Small light spots penetrated the wall of the glass and landed on Walter's chest.

There seemed to be a gunshot in his ears, and he rushed to the other party almost subconsciously, kicking Oliver's stepfather to the ground.

If no bullets were fired at this time, I'm afraid Leo would be in an extremely embarrassing situation.

Fortunately, the dead shooter cooperated very well, and the 12.7-caliber bullet came out of the chamber, spinning at high speed through the night wind, and shattered the transparent glass curtain wall.

A cloud of blood mist suddenly opened up, and the victim's aorta ruptured, causing blood to spurt out from the wound, and some organ residues were also brought out.

next moment

The whole venue was screaming