Anti-hero of a certain comic

Dark clouds obscured the brightness of the stars and the moon, and a metal arrow pierced the hard cement wall. Then a black shadow holding a bow in one hand swept across the night sky, stepping carefully on the external air-conditioning box.

One hand grasped the edge of the window, and his body turned in lightly and vigorously, disappearing quietly in the corner, and the sound of wind blew the silk curtains.

There was no unnecessary noise during the entire process. In the quiet high-end ward, there was only the monotonous sound of the monitoring equipment repeating.

Lying on the hospital bed is a big black man. He is none other than Oliver Queen's personal bodyguard, John Diggle, the latest accused of becoming a vigilante.

Three days have passed since the controversial arrest of Oliver Queen, and no one expected such a shocking reversal.

A veteran who retired from the 105th Airborne Force in Kandahar, an employee of a private security company, and a bodyguard who follows the rich second generation every day, turned out to be the city’s vigilante

Even Quentin Lance, who had been tracking down the vigilante, was stunned when he learned the answer.

It's a pity that the facts are before us and no one can argue with them.

Just last night, the Mafia was trading with a German arms dealer named Leo Miller. As usual, the security guards prevented this criminal act of buying and selling arms.

But before that, someone revealed the news to the Star City Police Department, so that when John Diggle was fighting crime, he happened to be surrounded by the police who arrived.

"Sorry, this is all my fault."

Oliver stood in front of the hospital bed and said silently.

He was wearing a hooded uniform and his face painted with guilt was full of guilt.

Diggle was originally his bodyguard, to whom Oliver later confessed his identity and his desire to save the city.

As for the reasons, one is that Oliver, who has a personal bodyguard, is completely unable to move freely. It is simply unrealistic to hide the fact from the experienced veteran Diggle every time.

The second thing is that he also needs a helper.

Since the last time he met the mysterious man in a trench coat at the port terminal, Oliver's confidence has been hit. He believes that long-term alone is not feasible.

John Diggle was a good choice, capable, trustworthy, and had a clean record during his service.

After observing for a while, Oliver immediately pulled the other person into his team as backup in case of emergencies.

"I shouldn't have dragged you into this and labeled you a violent person."

Oliver confessed, his eyes full of determination, and he said solemnly: "I will find out all this and let the Star City Police Department drop the charges."

Hearing the sound of the nurse being interrogated by the guarding police outside, the hooded Oliver pursed his lips, glanced at the unconscious Diggle, and left as quietly as he came.

The nurse who opened the door and came in to change the dressing felt a gust of night wind blowing by, and the silk curtains fluttered quietly like waves.

"Who"

Oliver, who was running quickly on the rooftop, suddenly stopped. He turned his head in time, and a metal arrow grazed his cheek.

"Oliver Queen, we meet again."

From the shadow behind him, a familiar deep voice sounded.

The low laughter was rendered hoarse and deep by the voice changer.

"I want to talk to you."

Leo lowered his raised arm, which was just a way of saying hello.

"I'm afraid we have nothing to talk about.

"

Oliver subconsciously retorted, raising his recurve bow with both hands and drawing the string.

He looked past the sudden appearance of the uninvited guest, wary of the shooter in the darkness.

"Although the first meeting was not very pleasant, there is no need to refuse so hastily."

An aluminum alloy arrow was aimed coldly at Leo, but he didn't feel panic at all and took a few steps forward.

The tall figure under the shadow was wearing a black suit, a vest, a white shirt, and a pair of shiny leather shoes. He was neatly dressed as if he was going to a banquet.

The half-face mask hid his true appearance, revealing a pair of exceptionally bright and deep eyes. The sharp gaze shining on Oliver seemed to be more intimidating than the sharp arrow in his hand.

"I know that everyone has different positions. You are a good guy and I am a bad guy. Why do we have to insist on such childish black and white when we are incompatible with each other?"

Leo ignored the aluminum alloy arrow on the bowstring. He spread his hands and walked around for a few steps and said softly: "I can answer all the questions in your heart. The shipwreck of the Gold Medal Quinn records the black-hearted businessmen and lawless people in Star City." Notebook, I can answer the reasons why you were exiled to Purgatory Island five years ago, and I don’t mind telling you the truth."

"Oliver, I don't want to cooperate with you, to ask you to stand with me and do things that are unjust in your eyes. I just want you to give up, take off that hooded uniform, and return to the embrace of your family and friends. .”

"I want to save"

"You're not saving this city at all"

Leo interrupted mercilessly, his bright eyes staring at the vigilante in front of him.

His tone suddenly became cold: "You think you are doing something righteous, but you are just trying to find a direction for your confused heart."

"If you really want to fight criminals, why do you have to follow the list left by your father to execute those gangsters and thugs entrenched in the slums of Palm Lake, those corrupt police officers who accept bribes, and those mafia who collect management fees? Why do you ignore them? Never noticed”

"I and they are not the main reason for this city's decline."

Oliver hesitated for a moment, then answered.

But what greeted him was the other person's mocking eyes.

"Oliver, why bother deceiving yourself? You came back from that island, and you learned many skills there. You are a master of archery, and you can hide your emotions. Even a lie detector cannot detect your true thoughts."

Leo's words paused for a moment. He stepped on the gravel ground, and his leather shoes made a crisp sound.

"Your hands have been stained with blood and you have killed people. You know that you are no longer a normal person. Purgatory Island has changed you. What Oliver Queen should do when he returns to Star City is to inherit his father's family business and become a qualified person. Company managers should return to their previous lives of indulgence and dissoluteness.”

"You are like a veteran who retired from the battlefield. You are at a loss, so you just pick up the bow and arrow again, and use the list left by your father to do something to punish evil and promote good. The reason why you became a vigilante is not because You want to be a hero, or you have a savior plot, and you believe in the principle that with great power comes great responsibility, but you can only do this."

The calm eyes, colder than arrows and piercing, were piercing Oliver's body. He wanted to open his mouth to retort, in order to strengthen his heart.

However, he felt that the arm holding the bow string was shaking for some unknown reason, and his lips wriggled a few times, but did not make any sound.

"I don't know who you are, but you can't shake my persistence. I survived from Purgatory Island and returned to this city just to make up for the mistakes my father made and save it."

After a long silence, Oliver put down the bow and arrow in his hand, his voice indifferent but powerful.