Anti-hero of a certain comic

Palm Lake Skid Row, Twin Star Towers.

It was drizzling lightly in the sky, and umbrellas were spread out on the wide front lawn. The reporters holding microphones remained enthusiastic, as if they didn't care about the bad weather at all.

The TV station's broadcast truck is parked on the side of the road and will broadcast today's groundbreaking ceremony to the whole city.

On the TV in every household, you can see young people standing on the high platform, witnessing the upcoming changes in Palm Lake.

"Today is an extraordinary day, and it is also a day when Star City opens a new chapter."

Leo stood on the stage in a suit. He looked back at the Double Star Building behind him. The reconstruction of Palm Lake will begin with this building.

"My father, my family, they all love this land deeply. This city was once occupied by the Spanish, and then became the grassland of Mexico. My ancestors bought sawmills here, and countless Gold diggers with dreams flocked here, and those travelers who came by ship, sailors and even captains, they came one after another, looking forward to a bright future."

"Soldiers left their barracks, farmers pawned their fields and houses, servants left their masters, workers threw down their tools, civil servants left their desks, and even missionaries left their missions. The yearning for wealth and the pursuit of dreams made this land become everything A human adventure park”

"My father has told me about that glorious era countless times. This past story has been passed down from generation to generation in the White family, like the inheritance of blood, like the succession of firewood."

Leo spoke affectionately and lowly, and the fine raindrops fell like cow hair.

There was silence, as if everyone's breathing could be heard.

The rich and famous people present, senior officials in the city hall, and journalists from major TV stations couldn't help but recall the changes of the last century along with Leo's words.

"Some people say that Star City has fallen, while others say that this city has lost its former dignity. The Great Depression a few years ago destroyed everything. Star City residents living in this place lost their jobs, their families, and even their humanity. His dignity remains the same today.”

"My father said many times that he felt ashamed because he tried to save this city and failed, and could only watch it fall into decline. I stand here today, in the name of my father, and in the name of the ancestors of the White family. Honor, I assure you that the future is tomorrow and hope is ahead.”

Leo put his hands on the podium and spoke loudly every word.

Warm applause broke out, and everyone present stood up.

The camera lens conveyed this scene to thousands of households, those residents of Palm Lake sitting in taverns watching football games to kill time, those poor people living in moldy and rotten old apartment buildings, those looking at the big screen and burning garbage to keep warm. tramp

Whether true or false, Leo at this moment won everyone's admiration and appreciation.

The thunderous applause gradually died down, Leo walked off the stage, and his performance ended here.

The rest was left to Walter, a truly good man with enthusiasm and good intentions, and the rest was about the construction of Palm Lake and the resettlement of residents.

But what's interesting is that when Walter talks about these practical and valuable things, he doesn't get as much applause as Leo's empty and boring passionate speech.

"If you ran for mayor now, you would be elected directly."

The driver today is Pierpont, the old butler said jokingly.

“High-sounding hypocritical words always win applause.”

Leo shook his head and laughed at himself, leaning on the back seat.

The ultimate goal of everything he did was to take charge of the city.

Most of the efforts to promote the reconstruction of Palm Lake are actually motivated by selfish motives or interests.

From this point of view, I really do not have the qualifications and attributes to become a hero.

"But one thing is indisputable. You and the White family really want to make this city a better place."

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nbsp;The wrinkles on Pierpont's face were squeezed together, and his eyes were full of softness.

"It's just the mercy of a superior, similar to crocodile tears."

Leo ignored this disappointing topic, looked at the rain-covered car window, and said softly: "Go to St. Louis Cemetery."

St. Louis Cemetery, the resting place of the souls of the dead.

The cold air condenses into raindrops and falls from the sky, like a huge curtain with countless crystal water drops connected in it.

Black umbrellas are opened one after another, like flowers blooming one after another, sparsely gathering together.

Those famous businessmen in Star City had solemn expressions and wore small white flowers on the chests of their black suits. A deep and sad atmosphere filled the air, as if everyone was sincerely remembering Frank Botinard, the dead leader of the underworld.

It was his funeral, conducted by Frank's daughter.

Helena, wearing a long black dress and a pure face, stood silently in the cemetery and listened to the priest reciting the eulogy.

Two days ago, in a suburban villa area, the Mafia and the Triads fought fiercely. The scene was extremely hot and bloody.

The Scorpion submachine gun and the 7 submachine gun exchanged fire, and the 49 machine gun collided with the RPG 7 rocket launcher. It was like a small-scale conflict, which shocked the Star City Police Department who received the alarm call.

Unfortunately, due to the fierce fighting situation, both sides suffered heavy casualties and almost their entire army was wiped out.

Frank Potinard was hit by a stray bullet during the gang fight and died on the spot.

The Mafia is a local force in Star City. It has been rooted in this city for many years. Compared to the Triads, which have only just established a foothold, they naturally have more connections and knowledge.

The Triads were decimated by the police's anti-mafia operation, but Frank Potinar, the leader of the Mafia, was able to get a decent funeral in the name of a legitimate businessman.

Originally, the leader of the mafia party wanted to enter the political arena, take the opportunity to enter the upper class society, and become a qualified capitalist.

Unfortunately, he fell on the road to success before his goal was achieved.

"Please have your condolences, Helena. Frank will bless you in heaven."

A lady with a sad face held Helena's hand and comforted her softly.

The mafia daughter, who had experienced the pain of losing her father, nodded expressionlessly just like she did to those before her.

She watched the expensive coffin being placed into the rectangular tomb without any sadness in her eyes.

"May God forgive you as you forgive others. To dust we come and to dust we return. May your soul rest in peace in heaven, Amen."

The priest released his hand from the Bible, and Helena sprinkled a handful of soil on the black coffin.

She stood in front of the cold tombstone, looking at the people gradually dispersing, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth.

As a mafia boss, where did Frank Potinard come from so many friends? The reason why the funeral was so grand was simply due to his status.

The outside world is waiting and watching. A new leader of the Mafia appears. The underground forces in Star City are now in a vacuum. It is difficult for the Triad to make a comeback. Martin Summers, who originally had a chance to compete, has long since died.

As Frank's daughter, Helena is likely to become the new leader. It is said that she has already boarded the [-]-ton ship of the White family.

"You have never loved anyone, only your business and power, and now there is not even a single person who sheds tears for you."

Helena whispered, holding a black umbrella and standing alone in the cemetery.

Of the many people who came to pay their respects, probably none of them were truly saddened by Frank's death.

"Rest in peace, father. Although I don't love you, I will inherit your career."

Helena turned and left. There was a black car waiting quietly on the street at the entrance of the cemetery.