Anti-hero of a certain comic

At the beginning of the lanterns, the deep night shrouded the glorious city. The originally closed Star City port was extremely busy, creating a lively and noisy atmosphere.

Star City Port has a superior geographical location. It is located on the east coast of Puget Sound. It is one of the bridgeheads of the North American continent. It is also the main east-west trunk line across the United States and the terminal station of the Northern Pacific Railway.

Moreover, as the second largest container port in the United States and the closest port to the Far East, transportation is extremely convenient and the annual cargo throughput shows steady growth.

Container freighters that enter the harbor and are parked on the dock are constantly loading and unloading. The packaged goods fill the containers through the automated loading and unloading bridge, and are then pulled up by the crane and put on the deck of the ship. They are transported to all parts of the world on long-distance freighters.

"It was a wise decision to lean on the White family, and even Frank Botinard started to warm up to me."

Martin Summers stood at the door of the warehouse, staring at the hills of ocean freighters, his eyes full of satisfaction.

The shipping tycoon in Star City has been really happy these days. After falling out with his former partner, the Triad Society, his life has become even more prosperous.

Under the special care of the Port Authority and the Coast Guard, Martin Summers' cargo ship can be said to be running smoothly. Even if he gave up the Triad smuggling business, he was still making a lot of money every day.

"Haha, when I met Frank before, I wanted to call him Mr. Potinar, but now I can call him by his first name."

Martin Summers couldn't help but sigh. Before he hugged Leo White's thigh, he couldn't even think about it.

After all, Frank Potinard has the support of the Mafia family behind him, stable sources of funds and extensive connections, which laid the foundation for him to become the leader of the underworld.

"Is there any news from Mr. White?"

Martin Summers looked at his men. There had been constant friction between the gangs he controlled and the Triads recently.

There are countless powder barrels piled between the two sides. It only takes a small spark to fall to trigger a bloody war between the two forces.

"There has been no contact with us and only one lawyer has come forward."

A muscular man in a leather jacket answered.

He is a confidant of Martin Summers. He directly controls the street gangs and is quite prestigious in the port docks of Star City.

"Boss, I say it's better to drive the Triads out of Star City while the police are distracted by that vigilante."

Martin Summers frowned. He wanted to clear his name and become a successful businessman, but he didn't like his subordinates using such arrogant names.

Compared to the gangster, he prefers to be called "Mr. Summers".

The shipping tycoon's life goal has changed from a mob boss like Frank Botinard to a big shot like Leo White.

A truly wealthy and powerful person in power can make a villain bow his head with just one sentence. The thugs will be afraid, but the gangsters must also remain respectful.

Perhaps after driving the Triads out of Star City, they can convince the young leader of the White family to take down Frank Botinard as well.

As I become more powerful, I might one day be able to get rid of my fate of being a loyal dog.

"Let's ask Mr. White for instructions. We lack strong support. If we really want to drive the Triads out of Star City, we will need a lot of firearms and ammunition."

Martin Summers' eyes flashed. The Triads had a large number of people. Although they were outsiders, they were extremely united. They relied on a ruthless and quiet style of doing things to forcefully win a piece of territory in Star City.

They control overseas smuggling channels and have a large number of arms and firearms in their hands. This is one of the reasons why Frank Potinard is afraid.

"And be careful, the vigilante is a lunatic, and he likes to go after the rich and the gangsters."

Martin Summers thought about recent news headlines and couldn't help but give a reminder.

"Don't worry, there are twenty gunmen and numerous thugs on the dock. If that security guard dares to come over, he will know the price of meddling in other people's business."

The capable man patted his chest and assured that he was very confident in the defense strength of the port terminal.

As if just to slap him in the face, the chandelier in the warehouse went out before the powerful man could even finish his words.

With a harsh sound, an aluminum alloy arrow shattered the lighting bulb.

"Martin Summers, you have failed this city."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and the capable man took out the Beretta 2 pistol from his waist, played the role of his loyal brother, and stood in front of Martin Summers.

Realizing that something was wrong, the gunmen who were guarding near the container came over quickly. They were armed with Scorpion submachine guns or C10 submachine guns. These small and powerful firearms have always been favored by gangs.

"No matter who you are, don't even think about walking out of here today."

The capable man escorted Martin Summers out of the warehouse, and the gunmen began to fire without any scruples.

Hot tongues of fire spurted out from the dark muzzle of the gun, accompanied by the crisp sound of the bullet shell falling to the ground, like a crazy sonata.

Song.

“What a fierce firepower”

Oliver Queen, wearing a hooded uniform, was hiding in the corner. He did not expect that Martin Summers had so many gunmen.

Fortunately, I had faced regular elite special forces on Purgatory Island. Compared with those killing machines, these gunmen were insignificant.

Pulling the split recurve bow used for hunting large beasts, the aluminum alloy arrow came out of the string, pierced the gunman's shoulder with a "swish" sound, and splashed a bright blood flower.

"He shot me and the guy was hiding up there."

"Here he is hiding on the roof to gather fire"

"Don't panic there are so many of us damn he shot me"

The tragic cries were mixed with fear, and like a domino being toppled, gunshots and calls for help rang out one after another.

As the first gunman fell, sharp cold arrows continued to be shot from the warehouse, penetrating the arms or shoulders of those gunmen. Some unlucky guys were directly hit by stray bullets from their companions and became cold corpses.

Darkness is the best hunting environment. Oliver held his breath and looked calm.

He learned to kill on that island and also learned to be ruthless.

Normally when dealing with criminals, Oliver might choose to give them another chance, only in the form of verbal threats.

But when facing a crisis, he will show no mercy. This is one of the survival rules taught by Purgatory Island.

If you are kind to your enemies, you are cruel to yourself

"Ten 56 Seventeen"

Oliver, who was wearing a thermal imaging device, chanted silently, constantly switching his footing to avoid the intensive and violent firepower.

He saw Martin Summers, under the cover of goons, getting into a silver car parked in the open space of the pier, and then quickly drew out three aluminum alloy arrows and shot them in succession.

"You can't run away"

After taking care of the last few gunmen, Oliver flexibly dug out of the warehouse and stepped on the stacked containers.

He jumped over several metal boxes, quickly occupied the commanding heights, drew his bow and arrow, and shot out the rear tire of the silver car.

"Don't get off the car"

The capable man raised his pistol, stood in front of the car and pulled the trigger.

Although he was panicking inside and his hands were trembling, he was not frightened and ran away alone, abandoning his loyal boss.

Bullets passed by Oliver one after another, making a whistling sound, and he could vaguely smell the hot breath on the tip of his nose.

Martin Summers huddled in the car. After a while, he only heard the gunfire stop, and then the world outside fell silent.

An arrow smashed the car window, and powerful arms dragged the shipping tycoon out of the car and slammed him to the ground.

"I said you failed this city and you will pay the price."

Oliver knelt on one knee on the roof of the car, pointing his cold arrow at Martin Summers.

He is like a ruthless hunter, always ready for people to meet a terrible death.

"Stop your feud with the Triads and turn yourself in at the police station or you won't be so lucky next time."

The hoarse voice, processed by the voice changer, reached the ears of Martin Summers.

His legs became weak and he collapsed on his back, with uncontrollable fear in his eyes.

"No I can't do this, he won't let it go"

Even facing the pressure of death, Martin Summers still chose to shake his head. He shouted in panic: "I can give you endless money, as long as you let it go."

嘭

The bowstring pulled, making a dull sound, and the sharp aluminum alloy arrow grazed Martin Summers' cheek and bounced off after hitting the concrete ground.

"Whoever names him tells me who is telling you to start a war"

Oliver jumped off the roof of the car, his face hidden under the hood extremely cold.

Martin Summers shook his head desperately. He did not dare to say that name. Once he betrayed the young leader of the White family, his end would definitely be miserable.

There are countless ways for the other party to shut up his mouth forever.

"Martin Summers, you have one last chance to tell me who he is."

Oliver roared, his voice full of oppression, as if he was about to shoot the gang leader in front of him at the next moment.

A mastermind who secretly controlled Martin Summers and attacked the Triads, triggering large-scale violent conflicts and reshuffling the underground forces.

Oliver's eyes were sharp. He thought he had caught a big fish.

"Are you so anxious to see me, the famous vigilante?"

A voice with a hidden smile suddenly sounded, and a figure walked out of the shadows and faced the cold arrow.