Anti-hero of a certain comic

Leo's tone was calm and gentle, but there was a touch of heart-stopping coldness and chill.

This young man, who was wearing a neat suit and had a faint smile on his lips, looked down at Deadshot, who had his mouth wide open but didn't know what to say.

He thought to himself, come on, this is the DC world. There are a lot of villains with tragic childhood experiences or unfortunate life experiences in Gotham. If they go to Arkham Asylum, none of them will be the same. .

Therefore, the story of Deadshot cannot move Leo enough to turn the light on for him.

"Instead of thinking about gaining sympathy, it is better to consider what tangible benefits you can give. The man standing in front of you is a hard-hearted guy."

Ms. Siwa raised the corners of her mouth and did not look at the ashen-looking Deadshot.

She quietly stood up and walked to Leo's side, her thin lips tightened into a line, and she kissed the man's cheek.

"I'll wait for you at the manor."

The voice is soft and seductive, like a seductive siren.

Leo still maintained his calm expression. The relationship between him and Ms. Siwa was probably a deep and dark attraction to each other.

Most people yearn for light and warmth, but some people are attracted to chaos, violence and evil. Human beings themselves are such contradictory and complex creatures.

"I have a lot of savings."

Floyd struggled to sit up. The pain in his chest made it difficult to breathe and it was difficult to speak.

He looked up at Leo and swallowed the half of what he had not finished.

No matter how you look at it, the young man in front of you who is well-dressed and has a calm demeanor does not look like a master who is short of money.

"Haha, it seems like I have nothing worth trading for. A big shot like you was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Anything you want can be obtained without much effort."

Floyd lowered his head and showed a mocking smile. He grew up on Naihe Island in Gotham, which was a hell on earth even more difficult than the Palm Lake slum in Star City.

When Freud was a child, he had no father, his family was impoverished, and he had a younger sister who was in poor health. He relied on his mother who worked in a laundry to make ends meet.

The residents living on Naihe Island, in addition to the street gangsters and prostitutes who are forced to sell their bodies due to life pressure, are ruthless drug dealers and gangsters.

Unfortunately, Floyd lived next door to such a group of drug dealers, and their rude swear words and obscene jokes would come from the other side of the wall with almost zero sound insulation every day.

That day was no different from usual. The weather on Naihe Island was gloomy as always.

Freud came back from school, carrying an art board on his shoulder, and walked towards the dilapidated and moldy apartment building.

Then he saw several police cars with sirens, yellow warning tapes pulled up, injured people lying on stretchers and bodies covered with white cloth.

Floyd rushed into the scene frantically, leaving only residual blood stains and bullet holes in the walls of the home.

The police who stayed at the scene told him that a fight broke out between the drug dealers and the buyers, and the Floyd family became the victims.

Things like this happen every day in Gotham. On an ordinary day, you will face the greatest misfortune in your life, losing your family, losing everything, and losing hope in life.

Then on a terrible day, you begin to walk deeper into the darkness and become a crazy lunatic, or a pitiful clown laughing at fate and humanity.

"Besides being able to kill people, I have no other talents. You know, my hand was supposed to hold a paintbrush, but from that day on, after I smashed my drawing board and paintbrush, what I touched most every day was firearms. I In the Army assessment, all firearms scores resulted in expert-level qualifications.”

Leo took out a box of cigars from his arms and handed one to Floyd who was sitting on the ground.

Generally speaking, when smoking a cigar, you first need to cut off the cap and then warm it up with a long-handled match for a while, so that you can enjoy the most perfect taste.

But Floyd was obviously too lazy to do this. He bit off the cap of the eggplant with his teeth and lit it directly with the lighter handed over by Leo.

"I heard that you used to be a soldier.

When you served in the Army, the instructor at the military camp rated you as the best marksman in the world. Before you retired, you obtained the "expert" level Army shooting qualification badge covering all types of AR6701 weapons. You could have been an honorable veteran. "

Leo investigated Floyd Lawton. The dead shooter's resume in the first half of his life was full of honors.

"Let me guess, it's because you have a terrible ex-wife in Gotham. After the divorce, the wife's alimony and child support have forced you to pick up weapons again and become a killer who harvests lives."

Seeing Freud's bitter expression, Leo knew that his guess was correct.

He smiled, expressing his understanding of the Deadshot's choice.

After all, American divorce laws emphasize equal distribution, and the overall trend is to take care of women, which is not friendly enough to men.

Property declaration is required before divorce, and the Taxation Bureau, the most powerful law enforcement agency in the United States, makes it impossible for anyone to hide assets.

In addition, after divorce, if the woman cannot maintain her original reasonable living standard, the court will order the man to pay alimony, which is approximately [-]% of her monthly income.

If both parties have children, alimony should be paid to the child first, and then to the ex-wife.

Therefore, those big Hollywood stars, or media giants and wealthy tycoons, would rather pay their ex-wives a huge one-time property breakup fee than engage in a protracted divorce lawsuit.

Floyd Lawton was a victim of the biased divorce laws in the United States.

His ex-wife can not only live freely and happily with the monthly alimony, but can also hook up with other men unscrupulously. As long as the pretty boy does not live in the house that originally belonged to him, he cannot suspend the grant of alimony, otherwise the court will cancel it. Children’s visitation rights.

If it weren't for the sake of his daughter, this dead shooter would have imitated the football star Simpson and killed his ex-wife with one shot.

"Gotham can always drive good people crazy. Mr. Lawton, this is the end of the conversation. After smoking this cigar, you can board the Sky Eye Club's passenger plane. I have prepared a first class cabin for you."

Leo smiled, since Amanda Waller named Deadshot, he had to give some face.

"Sir, as long as I don't lose my freedom, I can often go back to Gotham to visit my daughter, pay enough alimony, and make sure she lives a good life. I'm willing to do anything for this."

Floyd exhaled a puff of smoke. He stared at the standing Leo, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

"This is really hard to do, Mr. Lawton. Disobeying the orders of your superiors and letting go of a killer just for your favor?"

The corners of Leo's mouth curved slightly, and the ending was long.

He stretched out his hand to pull Floyd up and whispered: "Deal"

"You have four to ten minutes to escape from Star City, or use the channels at hand to erase your traces and find a small town to hide in."

Leo patted Deadshot on the shoulder, as if he had planned to do this for a long time.

Floyd was stunned by the sudden change. His eyes were full of disbelief, and he burned one-third of the cigar in his hand and dropped it to the ground.

"Thank you for when you need me, go to a car repair shop in Palm Lake, Star City, and ask for Alexei Leonov, a member of the Russian Brotherhood and an intelligence broker."

Freud sincerely thanked him. No matter what the other party's purpose was, he at least helped himself.

The glimmer of light in despair is often unforgettable.

"Mr. Lawton, do you know what your smartest move was today?"

Leo looked at Deadshot, who was holding his chest and staggering, and asked with a smile.

"You didn't take out the Beretta bu9 nano pistol hidden in your arms when I was lighting a cigar for you."

Floyd's footsteps paused, and then his figure disappeared into the darkness.

What a mysterious guy.He thought in his heart.

The seemingly calm smile and the inadvertent coldness reminded Freud of Gotham.

That dark and gloomy city has always been rich in such madmen and monsters.