Anti-hero of a certain comic

In the dark interrogation room, the heavy iron door was pushed open, and a ray of light poured in.

There was a "bang" sound that quickly disappeared as the door closed.

Quentin Lance pulled out the chair and sat on it. There was only a lamp on the table in the small room, and the slightly dim light reflected the flying dust.

He threw the thick file on the metal table. The prisoner sitting opposite said nothing, his entire face shrouded in darkness, his hands were fixed to the seat, and his ankles were covered with heavy chains and iron shackles.

If ordinary prisoners were equipped with this suit, they would have every reason to accuse the police of abusing them. However, based on the danger level of the vigilantes, the police department unanimously agreed to implement such confinement measures.

"We meet again, Mr. Quinn."

Quentin Lance said slowly. He opened the police files one after another and placed them according to the different levels of the case.

"Do you know these people? Adam Hunt, Marcus Reedman, James Holder, they all died in your hands."

"It's not me. I didn't mean to take their lives."

Oliver, who was silent, spoke up, his voice a little hoarse.

This time, he was not locked up in the Star City Police Station, but sent directly to a single cell in Iron Mountain Prison.

"Okay, let's skip this. This man is called Felix Dahle. You probably won't remember him, or even have any impression of him."

Quentin Lance pulled out a photo from the file and placed it in front of Oliver's eyes.

"Dahler was Adam Hunter's bodyguard. He was cut by an aluminum alloy arrow and injured his tendons, nerves, and blood vessels. He broke three tendons and lost his job and future prospects."

Looking at the man in the photo, Oliver's lips moved a few times, but he didn't make a sound.

"These are victims similar to what happened to Felix Dahle, who either lost their jobs or their lives."

Quentin Lance pushed the stack of files over and a dozen photos slid out.

He didn't get emotional or vent his hatred like last time.

The tone and voice became even, but the eyes were fixed on the figure sitting in the darkness.

"Maybe you have done good things, such as returning Adam Hunter's 4000 million to the innocent people who were deceived. But what does this prove? Oliver Queen, you hurt some people to save another group of people, and then think that this is your justice”

Quentin Lance paused, and then continued: "I don't know what happened on that island to turn you from a dandy playboy to a complete madman and killer. But one thing is certain, Wearing a hood every night, picking up a bow and arrow and wandering around the city killing those evil businessmen doesn't make you a hero."

"One person cannot save this city. Violence will only bring more violence. If you can rely on a modern Robin Hood to eradicate evil, then there must be something wrong with the world."

Quentin Lance closed the file in his hand and said coldly: "We received news that your secret base was discovered in the abandoned steel factory owned by Quinn Consolidated Enterprises, where you planned to open a nightclub. "

"Fingerprints collected from the bow and arrow, as well as skin scrapings and hair, confirm the fact that you are a vigilante. Congratulations, Iron Mountain Prison will be your new home."

"all of these"

Oliver poked his head out from the darkness, his eyes were particularly tired, and his voice was hoarse and he said: "None of this was my intention. I want to save it, the corrupt and fallen Star City, to make up for the mistakes my father made. This is what I want to do." The only reason for coming back.”

"But you are the biggest thug in this city, Oliver Queen." Quentin Lance stood up with a sneer, "I hope you can get used to life in prison, at least it won't be worse than on a desert island."

The light flickered on and off, and the iron door closed.

In the small and dark interrogation room, the only sound that could be heard was Oliver's breathing. He slowly closed his eyes, and that mocking smile reappeared in his mind.

"Leo White"

"Ga over. Game over"

In the master bedroom on the second floor of White Manor, Leo crossed out Oliver Queen's name.

The vigilante and future Green Arrow is out, at least when it comes to saving Star City.

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nbsp;The next step is to clean up the gangs, build the Palm Lake ghetto, and get rid of Malcolm Merlyn.

Leo put down the marker and turned to look at Ms. Siwa lying on the bed.

"As for the whereabouts of David Kane, the Eyes of Heaven have probably found some clues. He should be in South Darbat, an area close to the Middle East."

Ms. Siwa raised her eyebrows, put down the entertainment magazine she was holding to kill time, and narrowed her slender eyes slightly.

"Sandra, don't be in a hurry to seek revenge. That's the home of the Assassin's League, and even you can't escape unscathed."

As a good student with a close relationship, Leo understands Ms. Siwa's temper and character very well.

In her opinion, there are two types of things in the world, one can be solved with fists and the other cannot be solved with fists.

I want to reason calmly

Okay, I won’t tell you until I can’t beat you to death.

However, these martial artists seem to have bad tempers. Ms. Siwa also has two senior brothers, Tong Hu and Richard Long, who are also not good gentlemen.

At that time, the three of them jointly worshiped under the Japanese master Otomo and learned various martial arts techniques. After completing their studies, they went their separate ways.

"You're always right."

After hesitating for a moment, Ms. Siwa picked up the boring entertainment magazine again.

She is not the kind of smart person with complex thoughts. Before leaving the school, she fought all over Tokyo's martial arts dojos. Later, she began to travel around the world, pursuing the limits of human beings and the highest realm of martial arts.

It was at that stage that Ms. Shiva met Leo. She had not yet received the terrifying title of "Shiva", symbolizing the goddess of destruction.

When the two of them travel together, Leo usually comes up with solutions to problems and then she implements them.

Whether they were in the Gulag concentration camps in Russia, the Middle East, or Mexico, they all made it this way.

Although Ms. Shiva wanted to fly to Nandarbat, since Leo persuaded her to calm down, she would wait a little longer.

Anyway, the anger of revenge will only be released more intensely the longer it accumulates.

"Oliver Queen has been put in a cage by you, what should you do next?"

Ms. Siwa, whose attention was obviously not on the entertainment magazines, couldn't help but ask curiously.

She couldn't wait to practice with those gangsters, or Malcolm Merlyn. The quiet life was really wearing out her patience.

"Convene a press conference, join forces with Quinn United Enterprises to promote the development of the Palm Lake slum, reopen the factory, cooperate with the city hall to build public schools, and gradually carry out the reconstruction and improvement of the community. It only takes half a year, and I can erase it. This stain on Star City,”

Leo walked to the bed and spoke clearly.

He had already discussed this with Oliver's stepfather, and both parties agreed.

This is not only an enthusiastic charity event, but also contains potential business opportunities.

The Palm Lake slum has 24 blocks, a large number of unused unfinished buildings and abandoned factories, as well as homeless vagrants.

Once this area is re-injected with life and a good circulation is formed, the value it brings will be immeasurable.

"In fact, I plan to persuade Walter to run for the next mayor."

A smile appeared on Leo's face. He was a partner who was not entirely part of the Quinn family, but was reliable enough. This would obviously make it easier for him to control the city.

Oliver Queen's imprisonment has had a great impact on Queen United Enterprises, and the stock price has fluctuated. Although it has not yet reached the point of an avalanche, it still needs to restore its reputation quickly.

Developing the Palm Lake Skid Row is a perfect piece of crisis PR.

"Have you thought of every possibility, Leo?"

Ms. Siwa raised her face, hooked her hands around Leo's neck, her eyes were hazy.

"Just try to plan as much as possible. The guy I'm going to meet in the future will always have the next plan in his mind."

Leo said meaningfully, his eyes shining brightly.

He stretched his hand through Ms. Siwa's long black hair and whispered: "Although it is unlikely to be as good as the brains of the Justice League, it can't be too far behind."