Anti-hero of a certain comic

When Oliver heard footsteps, the uninvited guest had already stepped out of the shadows.

The other party was wearing a black face-covering mask, with only the upper half of his face exposed, and his long black windbreaker was billowing in the wind.

"Based on the stride length, he should be about six feet two inches tall, 188cm, and physically strong. He may have received training in fighting."

With just a quick glance, the Star City security guard came up with some basic information.

Without thinking, he released the fully stretched bowstring in his hand, and with a bang, the aluminum alloy arrow shot out like lightning.

Those days on Purgatory Island taught Oliver many practical survival rules, one of which is

No matter who your opponent is, you must first make him incapacitated before spouting long nonsense.

But the next moment, Oliver opened his eyes wide and almost screamed out the word "impossible"

The aluminum alloy arrow shaft buzzed and vibrated, and the highly armor-piercing triangular hunting arrow stopped steadily on the chest of the man in the trench coat, not making an inch forward.

He caught an aluminum alloy arrow shot from a 120-pound recurve bow with his bare hands.

Oliver's hair almost stood on end. The distance between the two was no more than 30 yards. If data such as initial velocity, wind direction, and kinetic energy were calculated, it would take less than a second for the arrow to penetrate the opponent's side. left chest

This guy's behavior is almost like catching a bullet with his bare hands. It's really shocking.

"I feel incredible, Master Archery, your skills are not superb enough."

With a dull voice and a joking smile, Leo threw out the aluminum alloy arrow in his hand and shot it into Martin Summers' eye socket.

Tearing the sclera of the eyeball, penetrating the vitreous body, and then smashing the innermost retina, the sharp arrow penetrated from the eye socket and penetrated out of the back of the head.

The shipping tycoon who collapsed on the ground screamed several times, his body twitched convulsively, and then died.

"No matter what you did, even if his crimes are heinous, you should not be the one to take away his life."

Oliver roared in a deep voice, raised his hand and shot three arrows in a row.

Ding Ding Ding

Leo took out the silver cane from under his windbreaker, pressed the trigger, and slid out the retractable cane body like a stick, deflecting the metal arrows.

"I did not deprive him of his life. This was all the work of the Triads. They sent people to assassinate Martin Summers. What does it have to do with me."

Seeing Oliver's rage, Leo shrugged innocently.

It was like he was just a passerby who showed up at the murder scene and had no idea what was going on.

"Besides, what qualifications do you have to accuse me? There are quite a few rich people who have died at your hands."

Leo teased the furious Oliver, waving his cane to deflect the barrage of arrows.

He took two steps forward and jumped into the air, his black windbreaker fluttering like a big bird in the sky.

The long leg was smashed into the air like a big ax. Oliver couldn't dodge and subconsciously raised his recurve bow to block.

Leo sneered, took a step back with his toes on the ground, used his fallen right leg as a fulcrum, twisted his body and twisted his waist, his black windbreaker drew a slanting arc like a cloak, and his left leg twitched towards Oliver's temple like lightning. .

A fierce wind blew towards his face. Oliver, who was experienced in actual combat, stretched out his arm, preparing to block the powerful and heavy blow, and then looked for an opportunity to distance himself.

"A lot of strength"

After being hit on the right shoulder by a kick, Oliver immediately realized that something was wrong, and the heavy force almost blew him away.

The whole arm was sore and numb, hanging in the air as if it was useless, and then the cane made of mahogany and covered with brass threw out an afterimage like a whip.

This unknown man in a trench coat has the upper hand regardless of his combat experience or skills.

After losing the opportunity, Oliver could only fall into the disadvantageous situation of being passively beaten. The recurve bow was hit by the cane and was directly broken into two pieces.

"You are the one who framed me"

Oliver rolled back in embarrassment. He put one hand on the ground, drew an arrow from his back and shot it.

"I don't know what you are talking about, vigilante. Speaking of which, you have been on Purgatory Island for five years and only learned this, which really disappoints me."

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sp;Leo casually blocked the flying aluminum alloy arrows. He had followed Ms. Siwa for two full years, and he had learned some miraculous prediction skills.

This talent of judging the enemy's actions in advance through body language really tests the user's concentration and experience.

But once you learn it, you can be invincible in battle.

"I don't know what you are talking about either"

Oliver's heart was beating wildly. This man in the trench coat actually knew his true identity.

He took out a SOG S37K tactical straight knife from his waist, and the desire to kill boiled in his heart.

The tactical straight knife held in his hand is said to be the standard tactical equipment of the Navy SEALs, and is also known as the "big black monster".

The dark gray blade body is made of 8 stainless steel with a hardness of 58hrc, ensuring toughness and corrosion resistance.

The classic Bowie blade, often referred to as a hunting knife, is extremely combative and aggressive, and is an extremely powerful field fighting tool.

This fierce straight knife slipped out from his right hand, and Oliver stood up. The pure steel blade made a whistling sound, and slashed down on his head.

"The speed is too slow and the movements are too obvious."

Leo dodged and raised his cane from bottom to top, but Oliver moved forward instead of retreating. He spotted the gap and approached sideways, and the tip of the knife struck his wrist joint.

"That's right, this is the real strength of a vigilante."

The black trench coat rolled up, and as Leo's thoughts flashed, he stepped back, bent his right leg and hit Oliver with a knee.

He could almost see the face under the hood, painted with green paint, with cold eyes.

Oliver's reaction was extremely quick. He let go of the tactical straight knife with his right hand, pressed down on the oncoming knee strike, caught the weapon firmly with his left hand, and held it upside down.

A sharp arc was pulled out from below and cut towards Leo's neck. It didn't even take a breath to cut off the opponent's throat.

He once met a man named Slade Joseph Wilson on the island called Purgatory.

He learned close combat from Slade. That man was the most powerful warrior Oliver had ever seen. He had terrifying willpower and rich combat experience. He was extremely proficient in both cold and hot weapons.

If he hadn't met the other party, he wouldn't have survived and would have had more room to grow later.

As soon as his thoughts of recollection came to an end, Oliver's fatal blow was deflected with his backhand, and his left arm holding the tactical straight knife was caught, as if it was clamped and stuck, unable to move at all.

Oliver wanted to lift his leg to sweep out and kick Leo's shin, but the opponent mercilessly knelt and pushed back.

The hard cane swept out and hit him hard on the waist

click

The ribs on the side of my waist seemed to be broken, and severe pain hit my mind.

"Oliver Queen, this is a warning."

Leo looked at the vigilante who had been knocked to the ground and said softly: "Just like you said to those rich people, stop it, take off that hooded uniform, return to Quinn Mansion, and enjoy the family and friends." Caring.”

"This city doesn't need you to save it, nor does it need you to maintain order in this way. It will soon have a new owner."

"You think I will let you control Star City like those lawless people and let it continue to be corrupt and degenerate?"

Oliver gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. He took out the last arrow in his quiver and pressed the fuse.

A special smoke arrow is shot out, throwing the white phosphorus of the smoke agent into the air. After burning by itself, thick smoke is emitted.

Leo stood still and did not follow the escaped vigilante. He gave his warning, and Oliver Queen predictably refused.

Since the players are unwilling to quit, it means that the game continues.

"You will be the first one out."

When the smoke cleared, Leo left the port terminal.

He took off the face mask, took off the black coat, and threw it to a homeless man warming himself by the trash can.

"You are such a kind soul, sir."

The homeless man's grateful voice came from behind him. Leo paused, shook his head slightly, and walked into the darkness.