Anti-hero of a certain comic

It was two forty at noon the next day.

When Felicity entered the president's office of White Industries and sat across from Leo, her eyes were still dazed, as if she was in a dream.

After all, it all happened so fast. She never thought that one day, luck would fall from the sky and knock on her door.

"Well, Mr. White, I received invitations from three headhunting companies after get off work yesterday, including Korn Ferry, Heidrick & Struggles, and Russell Reynolds Associates. They are all world-renowned top headhunting companies."

This young girl with beautiful blond hair, who graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, seemed a little embarrassed and had been thinking about it since she entered the door.

When senior consultants from the three headhunting companies came to her door, Felicity thought they had the wrong person.

I have neither achievements nor reputation in the industry, yet there is a company that offers high salary to hire me.

Moreover, the other party is White Industries, which is very powerful. This is nothing short of a fantasy.

"Yes, I hired these three headhunting companies, and the commission they charge is one-third of your annual salary."

Leo nodded, admitted with a relaxed expression, and then continued: "By the way, regarding your annual salary, I have initially set it at 50 US dollars, and will modify it later depending on the situation. This should allow you to join the ranks of high-income people. Miss Smoke."

Just like the look on White Industries HR Manager, Derek Coleman's face when he heard this treatment, Felicity was completely dumbfounded.

She blinked her big eyes with a dull expression that said, "Did I hear it wrong, or did you say it wrong?"

According to the annual household income report released not long ago, the average income of the middle class in the United States is approximately US$512 million. However, due to differences in living standards where they live, the income of the middle class in each state also varies slightly.

Taking Star City as an example, the cost of living here is not low, slightly lower than that of the metropolis, and similar to Gotham and Midtown.

The highest income of the middle class should be around US$20. Judging from the annual salary Felicity can achieve, as long as she accepts the job at White Industries, she will immediately become a member of the high-income group.

"You heard me right. Your ability is fully worthy of this salary. I need a private network information investigator. She must have outstanding work ability and know how to keep secrets. You understand what I'm saying."

Leo coughed twice. Looking at Felicity's expression as if her brain was shut down, he couldn't help but begin to doubt whether his choice was correct.

Judging by her appearance and performance alone, this beautiful girl with glasses, blond hair tied back, light makeup and red lips, does not look like she is a top graduate from MIT.

By the way, are programmers so good-looking?

In Leo's impression of his previous life, their characteristic should be an increasingly dangerous hairline.

"If I understand correctly, Mr. White, you need a private hacker"

After a few seconds, Felicity seemed to wake up.

The young president of a large private company needs to hire hackers

Felicity, who is usually keen on watching dramas, immediately figured out the content of dozens of episodes of The Rich Family.

Pictures of family feuding for property, business competition, stealing confidential information from rivals, and so on flashed through her mind like a fleeting sight.

"Mr. White, I really want this job, but let me declare in advance that I don't want to get involved in some troubles that are beyond my ability to resolve."

Leo opened his mouth, but hesitated, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and said condescendingly: "I have to say, your ability to associate is really strong, Miss Smoke."

"Okay, let's be honest with each other, so that it's easier to communicate. First of all, the reason why I hired you is just because you are good enough. According to the headhunting company's investigation report, you almost completed the Quinn Joint Enterprise Technology Department by yourself. For most of the projects, it is said that when I was interviewing you at Quinn Associates, in order to show off my technical abilities, I wrote a small cover letter program on the spot so that my resume would appear on every computer in the company."

"Besides, when you were studying at MIT, you seemed to have joined a hacker team and performed quite well. All this shows that you are a qualified technical person, which is one of the reasons why I like you. Your Officially, I am a manager in the White Industrial Applied Sciences Division and also serve as my assistant.”

"As for the so-called private network information investigator, it's because White Industries has a cooperative relationship with the security department of the Ministry of Defense, so you occasionally need to be a guest hacker."

Felicity digested the information she had received, and her rationality told her that there were still many doubts worth pondering in the young CEO's words.

But another part of her mind was also saying that if she continued to ask, this perfect job with a generous salary that could help her pay off her student loans would fly away from her eyes.

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity, I’m really happy to be able to join White Industries.”

Leo chuckled, thinking that your acting skills could be worse.

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p; "Within a week, finish the work at hand, apply for resignation, and then go to work. Is there any problem?"

"Absolutely not"

Felicity nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice.

After the interviewer who made people laugh and cry left, Leo stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the Star City below him.

With Saks Fifth Avenue as the dividing line, the city's wealthy areas and slums draw a clear chasm.

The slum known as "Palm Lake" has always been a stain on the map of Star City. Gangs are rampant and unscrupulous, violent incidents are endless, and homeless homeless people can be seen everywhere.

As Oliver Queen sees it, the city is heading towards corruption and depravity.

"Violence never works, and vigilantes are not a long-term solution."

Leo whispered a few words softly, and his cell phone rang, it was Andy Williams' "Speak Softly Love".

"I'm so flattered to receive your greeting, Amanda."

After answering the phone call on this encrypted channel, Leo restrained his true emotions and put on a standard business smile on his face.

"I just came to tell you that the report you submitted before, the proposal to establish a special team, has been officially approved." An indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone, "I still don't understand why you want to come back Come to Star City, Leo."

"Metropolis and Gotham are obviously more suitable for you. You know, I have many tasks waiting to be handed over to you. This is an obligation that you must fulfill as one of the managers of the Sky Eye Society argus."

Hearing the question raised by the other party, Leo's mouth curved slightly, and he said in a relaxed tone: "I said it, Amanda, the world is changing. In the past, what you had to face were only transnational terrorist organizations and large-scale criminal groups, or foreign armed forces."

"But it's different now. A group of individuals with extraordinary abilities are rising. For example, Star City will soon have a Robin Hood who likes to use bows and arrows and hunt among high-rise buildings."

Leo knew that in one to two years at most, the world would undergo earth-shaking changes.

The rise and exposure of superheroes, the coveting and spying of alien civilizations, and beyond the broader picture of the universe, there are also the Seven Lantern Corps dormant and hidden, waiting for the moment when the brilliant light lights up.

No matter how you think about it, this is an extremely dangerous world where mortals don't even have the chance to choose their fate.

When crisis strikes, they can only look up to the many heroes, kneel down and pray with their hands clasped together.

So, what can a young rich man worth billions do?

When the Dark Lord in the depths of the universe sets his sights on this blue planet, should he pray for the Justice League's rescue, or wait for disaster to come?

"It's that superhuman theory again. Leo, the Sky Eye Society has not discovered any superpowers yet. I remain skeptical about the future you see."

A woman named Amanda Waller retorted.

"We'll see, Amanda. I'll be gathering a team in Star City soon, the city needs a vigilante, but he won't be a Robin Hood who hunts with a bow and arrow."

Leo mentioned it casually and reported it to the top management of the Sky Eye Society.

After receiving strict training from Ms. Siwa for a period of time, he learned of the existence of the Sky Eye Society by chance.

After careful consideration, Leo took the initiative to join this organization and gained the appreciation of the senior management at an incredible speed.

If we have to delve deeper into his rocket-like promotion speed, it can be summed up in eight words: money clears the way and power is exchanged.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you will bear all the expenses yourself. Speaking of which, I have to thank you. The Sky Eye Society has had a lot of funds in recent years. Finally, it no longer has to look at the face of the Ministry of National Defense."

Leo was noncommittal about this, he would not believe the kindness shown by Amanda Waller.

This woman is able to directly manage an agency under the National Intelligence Agency at the age of less than 40 years old, and is on an equal footing with a group of CIA bosses, which is enough to prove that her abilities and skills are far beyond ordinary people.

The reason why Amanda Waller acquiesces to her existence is simply because of the power and support of the White family, which allows her to have more say in front of the generals in the Pentagon.

"We are a partnership where we each get what we need, Amanda. Don't worry that I will take away the Sky Eye Society from you. The entire White Industry is enough to give me a headache."

Leo said unusually candidly, with a relaxed smile on his face.

"By the way, I found a clue about the League of Assassins, and I will send you a piece of information later. Help me activate the tracking program of the Sky Eye Society, and focus on searching for David Kane."

Looking down at the Star City below, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly sinks into the horizon, taking away the last ray of warm color.

The smile on Leo's lips disappeared and he said calmly: "He owes me a debt."