Anti-hero of a certain comic

There are only two days left before Christmas, and the joyful atmosphere is already permeating the city.

Decorated lanterns were hung up in the store early, and the evergreen tree was decorated with candles and ribbons, with a shining star placed at the top in the most eye-catching position.

The various holiday specials put in the windows attract customers' eyes. No matter when and where they walk in the streets, they can hear the bright melody of jingle bells.

This song is the most familiar Christmas song, but interestingly, it was originally written for Thanksgiving.

Leo was wearing a long black windbreaker as always, with a gray scarf hanging around his neck.

He was walking briskly in the mall with large and small bags in his hands.

"Boss, to be honest, I never knew that as the head of the Applied Science Department, it is one of my jobs to go shopping with you during work."

Felicity was walking swiftly on a pair of high heels, and her red coat was fluttering.

While she was complaining, she looked honestly at the Dior beauty counter on the right, with a look of reluctance in her eyes.

Every time she passed by a specialty store of the world's top brands, Felicity's eyes seemed to be attracted by magnets and she couldn't move her feet at all.

International brand-name handbags, clothing, leather goods, jewelry and clocks, cosmetics and skin care products are all placed on the counter or in the window, exuding an irresistible charm.

This is simply a shopping paradise for women and a graveyard for men’s wallets.

Fortunately, Leo was not short of money.

In fact, he could easily buy the mall if he wanted to.

But buying a building or a hotel restaurant at every turn is a nouveau riche act that only the Iron Man on the set next door and the proud man of Gotham would do.

Leo has always been very low-key, at least he thinks so.

"Don't forget, Miss Smoke, you get a double salary. As the head of the Applied Science Department, you are also my personal assistant."

Leo raised his eyebrows. His shopping was like shopping at a discount supermarket, without any enjoyment in the process.

Just swipe your card and take away what you like, from Hermès scarves to Chanel haute couture, from Dior watches and jewelry to Fendi handbags.

These luxury goods, which have always been loved by fashionable women, are packed into shopping bags like cabbage.

"These are all Christmas gifts"

Felicity looked at those bags eagerly. No wonder the girls in the movie all like young and rich bosses.

Even if I were a tech nerd, I wouldn't be able to handle it if I could receive so many precious gifts every day.

"These luxury goods are for my assistants, because I'm sorry to have to ask them to change their jobs. Do you still want gifts now?"

Leo asked jokingly.

He's about to get a new assistant, Helena herself.

What is surprising is that the huntress who just inherited the Mafia is actually a graduate of Stanford Business School and successfully obtained an MBA degree.

In this case, Leo simply handed over the position of personal assistant to Helena, and then re-selected a new batch of team members, which would be more conducive to future work.

"No, I cherish this job very much"

Felicity shook her head decisively, and then changed the topic forcefully, "Where are those children's toys and comics?"

"For the kids in Palm Lake Skid Row, I'm going to Oak Street for Christmas to inspect the progress of the redevelopment."

Leo replied calmly, the packed toy trains and Lego models, as well as many fairy tale books, will be sent to White Manor from the mall.

"Boss, you don't have to do this yourself."

Felicity's voice slowed down a bit. She certainly knew that White Industries Group and Quinn Conglomerate had joined forces to rebuild the Palm Lake ghetto.

Those old and dilapidated apartment buildings have been gradually demolished. Yesterday, the design department was still discussing urban planning issues with the city hall.

"To be honest, I've been a little bored recently, so I went shopping to kill time."

After Leo made sure to select all the gifts, he handed the large and small bags in his hand to the driver.

He randomly picked a cafe and sat down, with his long black windbreaker draped on the chair.

"How should I put it? I rarely have shopping experience. I usually just tell Pierpont what I want to buy. My father never took me to the mall. The first time I bought something was when I was 12 years old. ."

Leo ordered two cups of Blue Mountain coffee, with a faint look in his eyes.

With faint remembrance, he said softly: "I bought Picasso's Boy with a Pipe at the Sotheby's auction house on Saint-Donoghue Street in Paris."

Felicity's lips twitched, and she could only hold up the coffee to hide her inner emotions.

Although she was not an art lover, she had heard of Picasso's masterpiece. She heard that it was as mysterious and beautiful as Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, and as melancholy and beautiful as Dr. Van Gogh Gachet.

At the Sotheby's auction in Paris, this painting was bought by a mysterious collector for an astonishing price of more than 1 million US dollars, setting a record for the world's highest auction of famous paintings.

"Boss." Felicity said with difficulty after a long silence: "I always thought that rich people like you may not be happy behind the scenes despite being beautiful on the outside. Now that I know how happy you are, I can't imagine it at all. arrive."

When Leo was 12 years old and took the famous painting worth hundreds of millions, she might have been coquettishly coquettishly talking to her father about a Barbie doll.

"I'm just joking with you. That painting was actually bought by the wealthy Jewish businessman Georg. What I bought that day was a Patek Philippe watch. But the old Jewish man probably hated me for making him spend an extra day. Big money.”

A smile appeared on Leo's face, and his life had rarely been peaceful for a while recently.

Without vigilantes, the gangs in Star City were wiped out, leaving only the mafia controlled by Helena. The many gangs entrenched in the slums of Palm Lake were either integrated or arrested by the Star City Police Department.

Just as Leo envisioned, the city fell into his hands bit by bit.

From top to bottom, from black to white.

"Actually, I brought you out today because I have something to decide." Leo took a few sips of coffee and looked at Felicity, who was muttering quietly, "I may go to Russia in a few days."

"Russia"

Felicity perked up.

Could it be that the long-awaited secret agent mission has finally arrived?

"Yes, it's a small task, and the process may be a little dangerous, so I want to hear your opinion."

Leo stared at the blonde sitting opposite, and he admired this talented hacker.

In addition to her good looks, her business abilities are also excellent. If you want to build a team, Felicity is undoubtedly a suitable reserve.

"Although I said you are a member of the Sky Eye Society, you can treat this as a joke and don't count it until you officially participate in the dangerous mission."

Leo crossed his hands into fists, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and said calmly: "Felicity, life is not a movie or novel, and we are not James Bond."

"Sometimes the tasks of the Sky Eye Society are simple, and sometimes they are full of risks. You are no longer sitting in an office playing with computers, but you have to face those ruthless mercenaries or international terrorists, so I respect your personal wishes. ."

Felicity adjusted her glasses after hearing these words. She thought seriously for a while, and her optimistic smile gradually faded.

About 5 minutes later, the blond ponytail IT girl loosened her tight lips and whispered: "If I agree to join, can I get an extra salary?"

Leo smiled and nodded, stretched out his right hand, and said softly: "The Eye of Heaven will welcome you."

The two of them sat in the coffee shop for twenty minutes before leaving the shopping mall, which was increasingly crowded with people. The sky outside was gloomy, and the cold wind was whistling by.

The city lights were brightly lit at night, Leo and Felicity were walking on the street, and a black car was driving slowly.

"Let's take you home. By the way, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."

When he reached the corner of the street, Leo opened the car door and let Felicity get in the car first in a gentlemanly manner.

"I am Jewish."

replied the very upright Miss Smoke.

"Happy Hanukkah then."

Leo reluctantly changed his words, and looked at a low building in the night if he was aware of it.

The smile on his face suddenly tightened, and his left hand suddenly reached out, forcefully pulling Felicity to dodge to the side.

嘭

The car window shattered.

A black metal arrow grazed Leo and pierced the glass window like a sharp cone.

Felicity, who was still in shock, leaned into Leo's arms. She looked up and saw that the young boss had a stern look on his face, without his usual gentle smile.

The pair of eyes that looked like a deep lake narrowed slightly, revealing a light as sharp as a blade.

"Looks like I got an early Christmas present too."

Leo looked at the black arrow that shot through the car window, his voice was calm and emotionless.