Anti-hero of a certain comic

On the big bed covered with gauze, the bodies of men and women were intertwined. There were still traces of the fierce battle in the room. Clothes were scattered on the floor, making it a mess.

The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, and the tiny beams of light dispersed into mottled gold. With a rustling sound, Leo put on his pants and picked up the white shirt thrown at the end of the bed.

"You just left without saying anything."

Helena opened the thin quilt with one hand, and her long hair fell down like a waterfall, covering the beautiful spring scenery looming on her chest.

She turned sideways and looked at Leo, who had a calm face. He seemed as if nothing happened last night, and he was so calm that it hurt.

“What’s there to say?”

Leo asked back, his eyes were a little strange, and he said in a matter-of-fact tone: "It's just a one-night stand. You appreciate my skills, I like your body, and everyone gets what they want."

"I am a very principled person. I only enter my body and not my life. Don't worry that I will pester you and make you responsible for me."

He sat on the edge of the bed, put on his shoes, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the gauze curtain, and the room was filled with light.

"Ordered you a lunch at the front desk, and if your father asks, let's just say we had a great evening yesterday, and as for the Palm Lakes development, I'll give Frank's my discretion."

Leo said slowly, then walked into the bathroom and washed his face. Helena, who was leaning on the bed, had an expressionless face. Why does this guy look so skilled?

He just picked up his pants and left without any sloppiness at all, as if he had experienced it many times before.

Doesn’t the outside world say that the young leader of the White family is a “hermit” who keeps a clean mind and rarely has scandals?

"I'm not a bitch who sells her body."

A pillow hit Leo's back, and he turned around to look at Helena, who had cold eyes and complicated emotions.

The rhythm of last night was probably that the two of them went to the restaurant last time and opened a bottle of red wine. Although the chat was rambling, the atmosphere was quite pleasant.

As for how the subsequent boat scene happened?

With a man and a woman alone, wine and sex as matchmakers, and Helena's own depressed mood, it was only natural that she couldn't help herself for a while.

After all, Leo was not a real ascetic monk, and he had a calm state of mind, so the two of them rolled out naturally.

It was all out of sudden passion and nothing more.

"Helena, you are like a lost lamb now."

Leo sighed and sat back on the bed. Frank Potinard, the gang leader, would never have imagined that the enemy who secretly opposed him some time ago would actually be his daughter.

Assassinating gang leaders and damaging Mafia businesses was Helena's work, not the Triad's.

"Your father took away the best part of your life, family and love, so you want to take revenge on him, but at the same time, you also put yourself in a dangerous situation."

Leo later specially investigated the Frank family, and combined with the general plot remembered in his mind, he could easily piece together the reasons why Helena hated his father.

Frank Potinard's wife died in a gang vendetta. The young Helena witnessed her mother being shot dead, and the seeds of hatred for gangs were planted in her heart.

The mafia leader who lost his wife was also a romantic figure when he was young, and soon married a third-tier model who shot magazine covers.

As for Helena's model stepmother, Frank threw her to the bottom of the river to feed the fish because she hooked up with a young boy. That's all a story later.

In short, this mafia's crown jewel did not live a happy life when he was young. He did not enjoy the care of his family or the warmth of his father's love.

But this is not the main reason why Helena hates her father. After the family love was taken away, Frank Potinard destroyed his daughter's love.

What kind of crazy things would a girl with a sensitive heart, lack of family warmth, and an extreme desire for recognition and acceptance do after losing everything?

Of course, it was to destroy his father's career efforts for graduation and to use this method to achieve the purpose of revenge.

"Psychologically speaking, you have a certain degree of self-destructive tendencies. Due to the great trauma in your heart, you began to subconsciously do some very dangerous things, such as dressing up as a killer and shooting mafia members."

Leo stared at the pale face and leaned forward slightly.

"I think using psychology and other unpopular knowledge to pick up girls is a trick only college students can use. You're right, Leo, it's just a temporary pleasure between us."

Helena lifted the thin quilt, and her beautiful and eye-catching curves were exposed to the air.

She picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and whispered: "I am willing to go to bed with you, but that doesn't mean you can enter my heart."

The situation suddenly turned around. After Leo's words, Helena couldn't wait to

I want to leave.

She could feel the dangerous aura on the other side. The young leader of the White family was obviously not simple at all.

Leo knew about his past and that she was secretly planning to destroy the mafia in revenge for her father's actions.

This feeling of no secret made Helena feel scared, like a sailing ship encountering a whirlpool, and she desperately wanted to escape.

"But the body is one of the ways to the heart."

Leo leaned his back against the head of the bed, put one leg on the sheets, and looked at Helena with interest.

The mafia daughter who was cold just now is now hurriedly putting on her clothes, as if she doesn't want to stay in this room for another second.

"Actually, you really want someone to help you, Helena. Revenge is actually a very painful thing, because the moment you end your hatred completely, you will feel extremely empty in your heart, as if your body has lost its support, as if your life Everything is meaningless.”

Leo's words stopped Helena, who was walking to the door on high heels.

Her shoulders were shaking a little, but she was reluctant to turn around.

"The deeper the hatred, the stronger the sense of emptiness that comes with it. The reason why you want to leave in a hurry is not because I discovered your secret, but because you saw in me the hope of successful revenge. "

Leo stood up, walked to Helena, and turned her body around.

He saw a pair of helpless and fragile eyes, with tears falling from that cold face.

Palm Lake Double Star Building, on the 21st floor of this unfinished building, two figures are close to each other.

"Relax, your whole body should be relaxed, don't tense up."

Leo stood behind Helena. He was instructing her on the posture and method of drawing the bow. A simple archery target was erected not far away.

"You need to release the bow string with three fingers at the same time, take a deep breath, and then aim at the target."

Helena held a recurve bow in her hand, and under Leo's patient guidance, she learned how to open, draw, and adjust the bow.

With a "swish" sound, the carbon arrow flew out of the air. It naturally missed the target and shot crookedly, and the distance from the target was quite different.

“This is a waste of time”

Helena put down the recurve bow and said very annoyed.

She didn't understand why Leo wanted to teach her archery. Now is the era of hot weapons. This kind of antique has long been eliminated and regarded as an exhibit in a museum.

"I'm teaching you something new."

With a smile on his face, Leo took out another carbon arrow and handed it to Helena's hand.

After the two had sex once, they were not promoted to lovers, but instead became friendly partners with a delicate relationship.

"Let me learn the most efficient killing method in the new century"

Despite some reluctance, Helena took the carbon arrow and continued the boring training that seemed to her to be useless.

"This exercises your control," Leo explained. "If you want to use a bow and arrow well, you need patience and long-term practice. You must be familiar with your body, just like I know every inch of your skin."

"Helena, your fighting style is very rough. Although you have learned free fighting for a period of time, you lack systematic practice in both firearms shooting and combat skills. You are not precise enough and your strength is weak."

Leo's tone was slightly serious, and he said solemnly: "You may be able to win if you seize the opportunity, but facing the real enemy, the experienced professionals, you will only fail miserably."

Leo, who played the role of teacher very dedicatedly, put his hands on Helena's soft waist, corrected her standing posture, and then gave instructions on how to exert force and breathe.

After studying with Ms. Siwa for several years, Leo can be considered a weapons master to some extent. Although he has not reached the level of extreme proficiency like Deathstroke, it is still very easy to guide Helena.

"Guns are weapons full of emotions and unpredictability. Compared to cold firearms, you have to trust your body more. Crossbows are not outdated antiques that have been eliminated. Their lethality and practicality are no worse than pistols."

"I remember that vigilante, it seemed, he hunted with a bow and arrow."

Helena couldn't help but think of the hooded man who was once active in newspaper headlines, that is, Oliver Queen who was imprisoned. He used bows and arrows to fight criminals.

"You'll do better than him, Huntress of Star City."

Leo's eyes flickered and he chuckled softly.

Maybe Helena can become the new vigilante, a dark vigilante who hunts the Iron Jungle.

"I love that name Huntress."

Helena raised the corners of her mouth, suddenly released the bowstring, and shot an arrow.