Anti-hero of a certain comic

The White Manor looks particularly quiet at night. It seems to be lax and deserted, but in fact it is tightly defended.

The security measures for the huge mansion standing on the lawn are handled by Caci International, a company hired by White Industrial Group.

Most of today's large multinational companies will establish or hire private military security companies to deal with some business problems.

Especially those multinational giants that extract natural resources, such as De Beers Diamond Conglomerate, BP, Texaco Oil, Gulf Chevron Oil, etc.

They are mining veins and plundering resources. They must be the ones who need to do dirty work, and the mercenaries of private military security companies are undoubtedly the most suitable candidates.

It's easy to use, and if any scandal occurs, you can just throw the blame on these temporary workers without any further trouble.

Even the Pentagon of the Department of Defense often needs the help of private military security companies. Of course, these are mainly military mission contractors, and there are government or capital groups behind them.

For example, the family of the world-famous Blackwater Corporation, CEO Eric Prince, has long been a major donor of Republican campaign funds.

They have always liked to hire high-ranking government officials as consultants, such as former CIA counterterrorism chief Kauf Black, and former Pentagon Inspector General Joseph Schmitz, etc., all of whom are powerful and powerful people.

This kind of discerning approach has enabled Blackwater, which was initially founded with only six people, to develop into the world's largest security company in just ten years.

Just the "global diplomatic security service fees" paid by the Bush administration to Blackwater amounted to US$3.2 million.

It’s no wonder that some people say nasty things, believing that the huge profits of this private military security company are entirely dependent on funding from the US government.

What's more, the war in Iraq, which has lasted for many years, is called Blackwater's private war.

Probably many years ago, after the White family saw the success of Blackwater, they began to establish their own private military security company.

Facts have proved that in this country, as long as you have enough capital support and strong connections and allies, you can do anything with half the effort.

Today's Caci International Corporation has successfully transformed into a large-scale military industrial enterprise. It seems to have nothing to do with White Industries and has been neatly divided.

However, the flow of funds and exchange of interests behind the scenes are extremely frequent. It has been escorting White Industries' overseas activities all year round. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a huge private armed force.

According to international arms production data released by Sweden's Stockholm International Peace Research Institute Sipri last year, Caci International's military sales were US$25.4 billion, ranking 34th among the top [-] global military industries.

Its main customers are the U.S. Department of Defense, intelligence agencies, Department of Homeland Security, Customs, Coast Guard, judicial agencies, etc. It is the sixth largest security supplier to the federal government, the 6rd largest supplier to the U.S. Navy, and the 23rd largest supplier to the Department of Defense. , the 53th largest public company in the Washington area.

Most people don’t know that behind this huge military industry company, there is actually the world’s largest private company, White Industries.

"According to your inference, Malcolm is a smart man, how could he come to the door in person?"

Ms. Siwa was lying on the sofa bored, the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, emitting warm heat.

She flipped through a copy of Tolkien's The Silmarillion and occasionally glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Because this can create the greatest degree of shock and let me know that even if I hide at home, I still can't escape his assassination."

Leo leaned on the desk behind him, a glass of bourbon in hand.

If Malcolm, who had been personally trained by a ninja master and earned the title of "Magician" with his superb archery skills in the Assassin's League, could not even break through the security of White Manor, it would be too unworthy of his name.

At this level, let alone participating in the game of Star City, even becoming the opponent of Oliver Queen in Green Arrow is probably very difficult.

"You seem to be looking forward to Malcolm

Come to you proactively”

Ms. Siwa was a little puzzled. She rarely saw Leo showing such enthusiasm.

"When I was a kid, I read some third-rate novels. In them, there was always a villain who would tirelessly come to the door, and then the protagonist would put on a wonderful slap-in-the-face show. This should be regarded as the fulfillment of my childhood dream."

Leo seemed to have remembered something interesting, and rarely showed a cheerful smile.

While the two were chatting, there was a soft "pop" sound, the power inside the manor was cut off, and the room fell into darkness.

Judging from the shouting coming from outside, it seemed that the equipment in the power distribution room was short-circuited, and the backup power supply was not able to be activated in time.

The sound of fighting continued intermittently, and the gunshots equipped with silencers were intensive. After a while, the manor returned to its original silence.

In less than 10 minutes, a black shadow broke through the delicate flower window of the master bedroom and landed steadily in the room.

"Leo White"

A dull voice sounded, and the black shadow drew its bow and arrow, pointing directly at the young man standing in front of the desk.

With the warm firelight radiating from the fireplace, Malcolm stared at Leo's calm face, and the other party was not surprised at all.

This calm demeanor alone is worth admiring.

"I believe you have received the warning last night, and I came here specifically to greet you today."

Malcolm said straight to the point that he did not want to kill Leo White directly, as that would cause great turmoil in Star City.

Moreover, Quinn Conglomerate also needs someone to take the blame to withstand the pressure of external public opinion.

“Give up on rebuilding Palm Lake or you’ll pay an unaffordable price.”

"I have professional and elite security employees. They are all veterans of the Navy SEALs, the French Foreign Legion, and the Polish Thunder Special Forces. If you barge in like this, I'm afraid it won't end well."

Leo's voice was steady and his face was calm, as if he was confident.

Malcolm's outfit should be the iconic image of the League of Assassins.

The black uniform, hooded mask, and various cold weapons are intimidating.

"You said those boy scouts in suits caused me a little trouble except for the thermal imaging device and infrared sensor. The rest was no pressure."

Malcolm is full of confidence. He learned not only archery in Nandarbat, but also how to sneak, fight, assassinate and so on.

The ninja master uses an extremely harsh method to inspire the hatred in his heart and the fear hidden deep in his consciousness.

Using these extreme emotions, Malcolm forged himself into a sharp weapon, an arrow of destruction and revenge.

"Whether you're stalling for time or want to talk nonsense, give me an answer, Leo White."

Malcolm held his arms steady, looked directly at Leo who was standing in front of the desk, and said coldly: "So that I can decide whether you should go to hell today or have a glimmer of hope."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Merlin, I'm afraid I'm not the one who really has to make the choice."

Leo spread his hands with a smile on his face and revealed Malcolm's identity.

Before the magician of the Assassin's League, the future Black Arrow, had time to be shocked, a slender figure turned over from behind the sofa.

It was a woman with flowing black hair, slender eyes, tight lips, and slightly frowning heroic eyebrows.

"You are Malcolm Merlyn's League of Assassins"

The woman's tone was calm, as if she was saying hello calmly.

The fire in the fireplace was blazing, reflecting the soft and charming oriental face.

But for some reason, Malcolm felt a chill in his heart, as if he was facing a cold wind, and felt a little chill all over his body.