Anti-hero of a certain comic

The early morning light penetrated the screen window, reflecting the fine dust in the air. Oliver sat on the bedside like a statue, his closed eyes slightly opened.

I had no sleep all night, and the thoughts in my mind were like messy threads, and I couldn't find the source of direction at all.

He had too little information to make a correct judgment, but the man who didn't know his true identity seemed to know him very well and was one step ahead in everything.

This suffocating feeling filled Oliver's heart with nowhere to vent his anger, as if he was fighting wits against the air.

"Who is he"

The question lingered in Oliver's ears like a ghost that couldn't be driven away.

He has a tall and strong figure, the tone and ups and downs of his speech, a long windbreaker, a neat suit, and a cane as a weapon.

All the known information comes clearly to mind, like incomplete pieces of a puzzle fitting together into a whole.

Oliver has studied criminal psychology and has some profiling skills, but unfortunately he can get too few clues.

The clues extracted from the above information can at best outline a vague outline.

He is tall, straight and slender. Although he has been modified by a voice changer, the ups and downs in his tone and the cadences in his sentences are all revealed inadvertently.

So I guess that the other person must have received grammar courses, maybe graduated from an aristocratic school, or had a dedicated private teacher.

Coupled with the clothes he wore in his two appearances, it is easy to judge his education level and his family background.

In summary, the bastard who led himself into the trap must be no more than 35 years old, born in the upper class, well-educated, and has a certain degree of retro art hobby, or has been influenced by this aspect, otherwise the other party would not choose to use it. Canes as weapons.

"The scope of thinking is too large and it is difficult to lock in the target."

With a look of exhaustion in Oliver's eyes, he stood up, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet.

The cold water hit his face, and his sleepy mind gradually woke up. He looked at the face in the mirror.

The red eyes were filled with violence and anger that had nowhere to vent, and deeper down, there was frustration and helplessness.

I feel like a beast in a cage now

"Purgatory Island is like returning to Purgatory Island again"

Oliver thought this way. When he first set foot on the island, he was also so helpless.

"No matter what, I can't give in to how to clear Diggle's name. The vigilante shows up again, and I won't let the police department drop the charges. After all, he was caught red-handed and the evidence is solid."

Putting his hands on the bathing table, Oliver closed his eyes and slowly opened them after a moment.

Since he met the man hiding in the dark when he was stopping Martin Summers, he would start investigating from the gang at Star City Port.

Even the most skilled hunter will leave some traces when he lies dormant and forbearing.

When Oliver walked out of the bedroom door, he vaguely heard the noise. He leaned down and looked downstairs.

Detective Quentin Lance again

Behind him was a team of special police officers, all armed with live ammunition, who rushed into the door aggressively.

"Detective Lance, this is the second time you have broken into my home. It seems that I need to hire a lawyer to protect my personal rights."

As the CEO of Quinn Consolidated Enterprises, no matter how good-tempered Walter is, he can't stand Quentin Lance breaking into his home again and again.

Although he had a natural skin color as a cover, it was impossible to tell how ugly the black uncle's face was, but from the angry warning sound, we could also guess that he was not in a very good mood.

"I shouldn't have bothered you again. I also admit that the last arrest of Oliver Queen was mixed with personal grudges."

Quentin Lance looked past Walter and looked at Oliver upstairs, "But this time, I am here to capture an lawless thug who has no justice in his heart, spreads fear everywhere, and thinks he is maintaining law and order in the city."

"Vigilantes are not caught"

Walter frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

"John Diggle retired from the 105th Airborne Force in Kandahar and joined a private security company. He had never been to Star City before being hired by Ms. Moira Quinn. There was no motive for committing the crime at all."

Quentin Lance has a firm and powerful voice, and he discovered the flaw in it after John Diggle was arrested.

Why does a bodyguard who has no connection with Star City hunt rich people and act as a vigilante?

"Here are the polygraph results from Oliver Queen, and I asked him if he had ever been to Iron Mountain Prison because vigilantes showed up there and saved my daughter Laurel from an inmate riot."

Quentin Lance raised a paper document and looked at Oliver walking downstairs.

His tone was calm, but it contained intense emotions, "Your answer is no. But Laurel told me that it was the place where you went out for practice in eighth grade. You said you had never been there. Originally, it was no big deal. Maybe You forgot, or you were too nervous."

"I looked at the polygraph results. There was a slight fluctuation in the answer line to that question. You remembered that you had been to Iron Mountain Prison, but you lied."

"Oliver Queen, if you tell one lie, there will be more lies."

The evidence presented by Quentin Lance was like a bombshell hitting the Quinn mansion.

Moira and Thea, who were standing in the living room, were both stunned, and their suspicious eyes were cast on Oliver.

"Detective Lance, you know that polygraph results cannot be used as evidence in court."

Oliver forced a smile, and he saw a large invisible net wrapping around him.

The mastermind, who could not see his true face clearly, stood in the distance and laughed mockingly at himself.

"That's true. Unfortunately, Skynet recovered. At [-]:[-] in the morning, I received a piece of personal information of a private account. Although it belonged to a non-existent overseas leather bag company, after many rounds of tracking, I was able to know the true identity of the account. The holder is you, Oliver Queen himself"

Quentin Lance put away the polygraph results and took another thick report from his colleague.

"Adam Hunter's 4000 million, the money was transferred from Star City to Hong Kong, then Dubai to Cyprus, through Switzerland, London, New York, then to New Zealand, Japan, and finally back to Star City. This money cannot be used around the world. In an hour, you can finally transfer it safely from your account to other places.”

"Another transfer was before John Diggle was arrested, 600 million was transferred from Oliver Queen's personal account, and the recipient was a native of Star City. Coincidentally, she happened to be the wife of Diggle's dead brother. "

Quentin Lance showed his handcuffs and suddenly cuffed the dazed Oliver Queen, as if he was reciting the closing statement: "At this point, the case has become very clear. The invisible web woven by money and power can make people People escape the justice of the law, and John Diggle's accidental arrest is just an ulterior deal."

"The real vigilante is standing in front of me. This rich man has lived on a desert island for five years. After returning to modern society, he became obsessed with hunting with a bow and arrow."

Two SWAT officers held down Oliver Queen's shoulders and pushed him out of the door of Queen's mansion. Outside were several police cars with sirens blaring.

"Mrs. Quinn, your son will not be taken to court this time. He will be sent directly to Iron Mountain Prison."

Quentin Lance looked at the pale Moira and whispered.

The police car drove away, and the Quinn mansion behind it became farther and farther away.

Oliver sat between the two policemen without saying a word. He was thinking about various options in his mind, whether to flee after violently injuring others or wait for the rescue of his family.

All of this happened so fast, like a violent thunder or a violent tornado, that he was caught off guard and his defense line was destroyed directly.

The red and blue lights on the police car flashed continuously. Oliver gradually calmed down and began to sort out his messy thoughts.

He saw a black car approaching, the window slowly lowered, revealing a young face.

Leo White, Son of Star City.

The other party's eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, like a mocking smile.

The speeding vehicles passed by, leaving only an illusory afterimage.

As Oliver sat in the police car, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and the incomplete puzzle pieces were instantly complete.