Anti-hero of a certain comic

White Industries Group Building, President's Office.

After solving the assassination mission of Deadshot and successfully reaching a strategic cooperation with Quinn Conglomerate, Leo's life returned to peace. He went back and forth between the company and the White Manor at two o'clock every day.

Since the death of Martin Summers, at his behest, attorney Kyle Anderson has taken control of the remnants and turned to the local mafia leader, Frank Potinard.

The Triads took this opportunity to seize several new territories vigorously and resolutely, while the mafia led by Frank had no extra actions for the time being.

The gangster side maintained an undercurrent of tension, and the vigilantes were not idle either. After Oliver Queen recovered from his injuries, he persevered in putting on his hooded uniform and continued to hunt according to the list his father left for him.

This time, Leo did not try to stop him, but was happy to be a quiet bystander and enjoy his meal silently.

Anyway, the vigilantes have been blamed for being a dangerous person. Next, they only need to watch Oliver Queen gradually get closer to the truth of the year, find the man behind the sinking of the Queen's Gold Medal, and then watch the Queen family perform a bloody act. A bitter ethics drama would be great.

As for Malcolm Merlyn, the man known as the "Magician" in the League of Assassins, Leo deliberately left him to the end to deal with it.

He thinks this is more ceremonial.

Just like in a movie, the protagonist always has to have a life-or-death showdown with the final boss.

"Mr. White"

Felicity, who is the head of the applied science department and assistant to the president, knocked on the door cautiously and came in.

It seems that she has emerged from the shadow of the Unidak auction.

Not everyone can maintain normal emotions after witnessing with their own eyes an intact human body being reduced to a pulp by large-caliber bullets.

Even veterans on the battlefield will be seriously troubled by post-traumatic stress disorder because they are exposed to gunfire and bullets all day long, or it is their first time to kill someone.

Leo, who had experienced this feeling, understood Felicity and specially granted her a week's leave.

“It’s only been four days and I’m so anxious to come to work.”

Leo smiled, with a hint of concern in his tone.

Felicity is currently an important target for his training and a reserve member for future team building.

"I finished catching up on The Big Bang Theory, Deadpool and Silicon Valley at home, and then re-watched Friends. I couldn't find anything else to do, so I had to come to work."

Felicity stuck out her tongue and said. She was lying at home watching TV series, holding Fat House Happy Water, eating popcorn and potato chips, and almost completely forgot about the bloody scenes at the auction.

"I really underestimated your mental capacity."

Leo thought silently in his heart.

"Boss, do you have any tasks recently?"

After what happened at the auction, Felicity no longer felt restrained.

It's just that as a field agent of the Sky Eye Society, her current life is a little different from what she imagined.

Logically speaking, shouldn't I be able to fly around the world all year round and perform missions all over the world?

For example, one day she got up from bed and received an unknown package containing a record or a laptop. She gave the order to the organization by pulling the wind, and then automatically destroyed it, and she embarked on a dangerous journey to destroy the criminal group without hesitation. the way

"This is not a movie world. There are so many tasks all day long."

Leo laughed. If he knew the fantasies in Felicity's mind, he would definitely shout "Please wake up".

"I thought that as an agent, I could often travel to places like Paris or Tokyo."

Felicity expressed her disappointment that the drama in this genius hacker's mind was completely inversely proportional to the money she had on her.

Leo was speechless, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth curved up and he said: "Think about it carefully, it seems that there is a task that is suitable for you."

"The kind of task that is not life-threatening, but allows you to eat and drink and be reimbursed for shopping."

Felicity's eyes suddenly lit up with anticipation.

"No."

Leo forcibly suppressed the urge to drive her out of the office, and said expressionlessly: "I want you to investigate the vigilantes. After preliminary judgment, I think

For Oliver Queen, most likely a vigilante wanted by the Star City Police Department. "

Felicity nodded without surprise, frowned, and started thinking seriously.

"You didn't even ask why?"

After waiting for 2 minutes, Leo couldn't help but said.

This kind of employee is doomed to have no future and has no idea how to cater to the boss's preferences.

"It makes sense, boss. You see, before Oliver Queen returned to Star City, the vigilante had never appeared, so he was indeed suspicious. And the rich man had another identity behind his back, and he wore it every night Uniforms, role-playing, that's very common in movies."

Felicity said in a matter-of-fact tone, not feeling anything wrong at all.

"then you go."

Leo covered his face with his hands, with an indifferent expression on his face as if he didn't want to say anything more.

What kind of strange brain circuit is this?

Two days later, Quinn Mansion.

Oliver wore a brown-red sweater and stayed at home.

He and Tommy were currently planning to open a nightclub near the ghetto of Palm Lake, in the abandoned steel plant of Quinn Consolidated.

Although his mother Moira and sister Thea said they did not understand his actions, fortunately they did not object.

When Oliver returns home, there is always a vague barrier between him and his family and friends because of the secrets hidden deep in his heart.

"I have no choice. This is the path that must be taken to become a hero and the suffering that must be endured."

Oliver could only comfort himself in this way to strengthen his heart.

For him, the only good news during this period was probably that the mysterious man in the trench coat disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

If it weren't for the dull pain coming from his ribs, Oliver would have almost thought it was a dream.

"He must be watching me somewhere, hatching some plan. That guy wants to start a gang war. Why would he do that? Martin Summers, Frank Botinard, the Triads."

Oliver murmured to himself, as if he was shrouded in fog and couldn't see the truth behind the hazy fog.

"I'll catch him eventually, but not before"

Glancing at the notebook in his hand, Oliver smiled silently.

The first thing he has to do is to completely clear himself of the suspicion of being a vigilante.

There was a loud noise downstairs at the right time, and Oliver walked out of the room. When he went down the stairs, he saw Detective Quentin Lance from the Star City Police Department.

This experienced and upright police detective led a team of people into the Quinn mansion without any scruples.

"You are not allowed to enter my home without permission, Detective Lance."

When Walter saw the aggressive policeman, he shouted with hesitation.

He knew that Detective Lance was hostile to the Quinn family because of certain things, but this was not the reason why he could break into his home at will.

"Sorry, Mr. Steele, I have a badge and a gun, and I have the authority to come to your home and arrest criminals."

Quentin Lance sneered. He walked directly in front of Oliver and cuffed the bastard's hands.

To be honest, Lance was extremely excited at this moment. In the past five years, he had never thought about shooting off Oliver Queen's hateful face.

Unfortunately, because of his profession, Lance couldn't go against the law and his beliefs, so after this bastard returned to Star City, he could only watch him live happily.

"Oliver Queen, I am here to arrest you on suspicion of obstruction of justice, serious bodily injury, illegal home invasion, murder and many other crimes. You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will be used in court. Evidence.”

After Detective Lance said this, the rest of the police took Oliver out of the Quinn mansion and put him into the police car.

The moment he bent over and lowered his head to sit in the police car, Oliver showed a smile of success, and the good show he directed and acted began.

The best way to completely separate him from the vigilantes is to be arrested on suspicion and then cleared of suspicion.

When every piece of evidence is presented and then rejected, Oliver Queen, the playboy, and the vigilante are two different people.