Anti-hero of a certain comic

When Felicity's call came, Leo was having dinner with Frank Potinard's daughter in an unknown French restaurant.

An exquisite silver candlestick was placed on the table, and the surrounding light was not bright. The waiter quietly served two glasses of pre-dinner wine, followed by appetizers and appetizers.

Soft music flows slowly, and the slightly dim candlelight shines on Helena's face, outlining beautiful and cold contours.

"Sorry, I have some business issues to deal with."

Leo put down his phone and looked for excuses insincerely.

He had just learned from Felicity that Oliver Queen was planning to have his black bodyguard, John Diggle, play the vigilante.

And their target happened to be Leo Miller, a German arms dealer who arrived in Star City yesterday.

This guy who stole one hundred 49 machine guns is the seller that Mafia boss Frank Potinar is going to meet tonight.

"It seems that like my father, you pursue business above all else."

Helena smiled mockingly, picked up the champagne on the table and took a sip.

Leo didn't say much. He originally planned to talk to Frank Potinard, and by the way, stimulate the underworld leader and intensify the conflict between the Mafia and the Triads.

As for sitting here enjoying a French meal with Helena, it was completely unexpected.

"There is a slight difference. I rarely sacrifice anything for business, but your father is willing to let his precious daughter do things he doesn't like."

Leo said calmly. Helena was slightly startled by these words, and then the corners of her mouth raised a slight arc.

The apple of the underworld leader's eye doesn't seem to mind others making fun of his father.

"You have been staring at me since we met. The hermit of Star City and the head of the White family should not be so hungry."

Helena held her chin with one hand, her eyes were appraising, and her tone was provocative.

Before her father left, he specifically stated that in order to satisfy Leo, it would be best to finalize the cooperation immediately. The deeper meaning is self-evident.

Frank Botinard, who came ashore with a clean slate, is not as prosperous as it seems from the outside world. The family business is gradually declining, and the lack of support from the upper class makes it difficult for the Mafia.

And Leo White, who came into Frank's sight, was undoubtedly a perfect backer, which could completely make up for the Mafia's disadvantages, and even serve as a powerful springboard.

Therefore, Helena felt that her father's explanation was normal. This was a typical mafia mentality, putting family honor first and sacrificing everything for it.

What's more, if you can really hook up with the young leader of the White family and achieve a relationship similar to marriage, it will be a good deal with guaranteed profits without losing any money.

"This is because I studied a little bit of psychology in college, so I like to observe other people's body language and facial expressions. I'm sorry if this makes you feel uncomfortable."

Leo put down his knife and fork and said sincerely.

"Then what did you see?"

Helena asked with interest.

She was curious if this was some new way to pick up girls.

"It seems that your relationship with Frank is somewhat distant. His paternalistic power makes you very uncomfortable. You are not happy to have dinner with me because it seems like a transaction or a betrayal of a relative. You should come to this restaurant more often." , it can be seen from the selection of seats and menus that you unconsciously touch the necklace around your neck because the person who gave you the necklace often comes to this restaurant with you."

Leo's question made Helena's expression stiff.

She felt instantly embarrassed as if she had been seen through, as if she had stripped off layers of clothing and exposed herself naked in front of strangers.

"What's more interesting is that the Mafia has been shot continuously recently, and the targets are all Frank's henchmen. The killer can always avoid the bodyguards and find the right time. This is undoubtedly extremely professional. But the interesting thing is that the victim is not a single person. Shooting to kill, basically half of the bullets missed, this sounds very contradictory, doesn't it? The killer is good at looking for opportunities, but his marksmanship is like a rookie."

"After excluding those contradictory doubts, the only conclusion that can be drawn is that this killer belongs to someone within your family. She has the target's travel information and knows their life patterns. I rarely observe others, but you It’s different, Helena.”

"I'm really curious. As the daughter of a mafia boss, how much do you hate your father and family to do this?"

Leo crossed his hands and clasped his hands. Of course, all this could not be inferred from psychology. In fact, he only knew a few aspects at most.

Just the interpretation of facial expressions and body language.

The police files sent to Felicity's phone and the vague memories in her mind pieced together all the clues.

"You're drunk, Mr. White."

Helena's pupils were dilated, her mouth opened but she was speechless. She could only hold up the wine glass to cover up her gaffe.

"I'm a little drunk, don't pay attention to the random nonsense." Leo smiled slightly and waved to the waiter to pay. "I hope my gentlemanly demeanor can save a little bit of impression."

"Finally, this is a friendly reminder that the best way to get revenge on someone is not to put yourself in danger."

Helena looked at Leo's back as he walked out of the restaurant, and her words before he left seemed to still echo in her ears.

For a moment, she was silent.

In the Quinn Mansion, men and women wearing prison guard or prisoner uniforms were swaying to the dynamic music and enjoying free drinks, fruit plates and snacks.

Those men and women who often hung out in bars and nightclubs spontaneously and enthusiastically participated after hearing that Oliver Queen was going to hold a party.

After all, Star City's Prince of Huanchang is not someone you just talk about casually. There is always a group of people around such a rich young man who want to eat and drink.

Quentin Lance, who was squatting at the Queen's mansion and responsible for surveillance work, stared at Oliver Queen in the crowd, his frivolous and exaggerated look was really disgusting.

"He really would be a vigilante"

More than once, Detective Lance asked himself in his mind.

This playboy who lived on a desert island for five years and then returned to Star City will really be the lawless vigilante.

A modern Robin Hood who uses violence to spread fear and maintains order with his bow and arrow.

And just this afternoon, Oliver Queen took a lie detector test in front of him, and his calm expression made Detective Lance a little shaken.

Maybe like Laurel said, she was blinded by Sarah's hatred and lost her mind.

"Where's Oliver Queen?"

Quentin Lance, who was in a complicated mood, came back to his senses, only to find that the protagonist of the party had disappeared.

He was having a party in the outdoor swimming pool just now, hugging two hot girls wearing cool clothes and laughing happily, but why didn't he see anyone all of a sudden?

Quentin Lance woke up, pushed aside the crowd in front of him, and quickly rushed into the Quinn mansion.

He went straight to the second floor, opened the door to the study, and found Oliver Queen lying on the sofa with a surprised expression on his face.

"Can I help you, Detective Lance?"

Oliver asked calmly.

Quentin Lance shook his head dejectedly. His keen intuition developed during his years as a police officer told him that the bastard in front of him definitely hid a huge secret, but he couldn't find any evidence.

The phone in his pocket vibrated slightly. Detective Lance, who was about to leave, couldn't help but be slightly startled after reading the message, and then looked at Oliver with strange eyes.

"Anything else?"

Oliver, who continued to maintain the image of a playboy, spread his hands. He would stay at the Quinn mansion tonight and would not go anywhere.

"Although it's a little against the rules to tell you now, I think you might want to know that we captured the vigilante five minutes ago."

Detective Lance narrowed his eyes and said inexplicably: "His name is John Diggle, and he is your bodyguard. Not only does he have to protect you every day, but he also protects the city. He is really a hard-working guy. "

"Congratulations, Mr. Quinn, the Star City Police Department has dropped the charges against you."

Ignoring Oliver's surprised expression, Quentin Lance walked away.

He couldn't wait to interrogate the vigilante now to see if he could pry out any useful information from him.

"Why is this happening? Why was Digger caught by the police?"

The sudden accident left Oliver at a loss, and his confidence that he had everything under control disappeared.

Although he was full of doubts, he could only stay at home for the time being.

Although the Star City Police Department dropped the charges, the court's dismissal order has not yet been issued.

If he steps out of the house now, the SWAT team will push Oliver to the ground and hand him back to the Star City Police Station.

Oliver looked out the window at the night, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart. He didn't know when the development of the incident was beyond his control.