Anti-hero of a certain comic

When Leo walked out of Warehouse No. [-] on the dock, the heavy rain had not stopped.

"Mr. White, I will prove my loyalty and strength to you."

Martin Summers bent slightly, with a flattering smile on his face.

He completely forgot about his previous ambition to be on an equal footing with the White family and work together.

All he could think about now was Leo's promise to become a big shot like Frank Botinard, a real gangster.

As for overthrowing the Triads and driving those outsiders out of Star City, it is not a difficult task as long as the White family is behind them.

Leo nodded gently and said nothing. The old butler Pierpont, who was silent next to him, opened his umbrella and the two walked into the rain.

In the gloomy sky, a blazing white lightning struck, like a dancing silver snake.

The fleeting light illuminated Leo's calm face.

"Mr. White, if you just want to wipe out the Triads, you don't have to go to such great lengths."

When Leo got into the car, Pierpont hesitated for a moment and finally said this.

When it comes to a small character like Martin Summers, there is no need to come in person.

Just send out a spokesperson, such as a lawyer who handles affairs for the family, and then offer some benefits.

In Pierpont's view, gangsters are just a bunch of maned dogs chasing meat and are not worthy of getting too close to.

If an outsider discovers that Martin Summers has a private connection with the White family, it won't have much impact, but it won't sound good if it is revealed.

"Do you think I really want to win over the gang?"

Leo leaned on the back seat, closing his eyes slightly, as if thinking.

He would not deliberately hide anything in front of the old butler who had loyally served the White family master for two generations.

"The city is facing a change. A Robin Hood with a bow and arrow vowed to save Star City. The way he did it was to use sharp arrows to shoot through the lawless people and spread fear to stop crime."

Leo tapped his fingers unconsciously and said softly: "Such violent actions will sooner or later cause a backlash from gangs, and may also create more people like him, attracting a group of villains and lunatics."

"Instead of passively accepting it, it is better to respond proactively. What I just said to Martin Summers, only one sentence is my true thought. I want to establish new rules and a new order for this city."

Pierpont was stunned for a moment, and he knew enough not to ask why Leo knew this.

This grey-haired, energetic old housekeeper watched the young man sitting behind the car grow up. From the moment he was born, he was different from other children.

Neither lively nor noisy, different from ordinary people's quietness and silence, there is always a hint of vigilance and caution in those eyes that should be innocent.

Like a young animal, looking at this strange world with curious eyes.

Even so, Pierpont still thought Leo was a good boy.

Because he would never do anything to betray his family and clan.

"So you drew a pie for Martin Summers and asked him to fight the Triads to the death."

The old housekeeper quickly guessed Leo's intention.

"I didn't lie to him. I did introduce him to some big shots, put in a name with the Port Authority and the Coast Guard, and kept Mr. Summers' business flowing."

Leo opened his eyes and watched the crackling raindrops hitting the window, shattering into pieces and turning into a puff of water mist.

"But you know, the appetite of jackals is not so easy to satisfy. With more money in hand, Martin Summers will inevitably need more men and more territory so that he can start a war with the Triads."

Pierpont held the steering wheel steady and listened carefully.

The black car cut through the overwhelming dark rain like a speedboat.

It's raining heavily outside the car, and it's as warm as spring inside the car, like two worlds.

Leo gently stroked the cane lying across his knees, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Gangster

The territory and business are limited. The more cake Martin Summers gets, the less it will be for the Triads and Frank Botinard.Once the balance is broken, they will naturally fight to death. With the addition of Robin Hood who wants to be a vigilante, Star City will soon fall into turmoil. "

"This is my chance. To break and build again, to bring order and usher in a more stable city."

Leo confessed his innermost thoughts. He had never considered saving Star City with the returning hero Green Arrow.

Because that is just some kind of unrealistic, even naive idea.

The root cause of a city's corruption is definitely those lawless people and capitalists.

They are just germs clinging to the hotbed of evil. In the eyes of the so-called vigilantes, they are like leeks in the ground. After one crop is cut, another crop will pop up.

Besides, with so many bad guys failing Star City, how could Oliver Queen be busy?

Leo thought slightly maliciously.

"Martin Summers would be very sad if he knew the truth. He really wanted to become a gang leader like Frank Botinard."

Pierpont said with a smile.

If we say that apart from the well-established wealthy families in Star City, who is the most powerful person?

Needless to say, it should be the leader of the local mafia.

Frank Botinard is a veritable gangster in Star City.

Under his leadership, the Mafia rooted in this city began to legalize its business very early, and its business scope was no longer limited to casinos and collecting protection fees.

Instead, by colluding with senior officials of the municipal government, he gradually entered the real estate industry, engaged in construction contracting and government development projects, and disguised himself as a legitimate businessman.

Those illegal gambling businesses occupy a piece of land and charge so-called "management fees", use hand companies to make loan sharks, and sell marijuana pills in neighborhoods and nightclubs.

For this kind of black business that was not up to the mark and easily targeted by the police, Frank Potinard had long ago handed it over to gang members outside the family. He only directed it remotely and would never be personally involved.

It is very responsible to say that this underworld tycoon in Star City has fulfilled the ultimate dream of all gang leaders and successfully cleared his name.

No longer needing to be watched by the FBI and the Drug Enforcement Administration all day long, I don’t know when one day I will live in a federal prison even though I heard that the facilities there are complete and the living conditions are good.

It's hard to live a life of fear, and it's not easy to become a gang leader.

In the so-called liberal and democratic capital society, being a successful businessman is far more honorable than being a member of the underworld.

"Pierpont, did you know that during World War II, the United States relied on information provided by the Mafia to attack Sicily? During the Cold War, the United States also relied on the power of these thugs to control labor unions and docks. The first FBI director was a powerful figure for half his life. Mr. Edgar Hoover is said to have close ties with the Mafia, but now."

Leo used a relaxed tone to talk about the most legendary gang organization in the United States in the last century.

No one can deny that the criminal group composed of immigrants who crossed the ocean from Sicily and came to the North American continent was able to grow and develop into a huge gang, except because the introduction of Prohibition provided them with profits. The opportunity is also inseparable from the support from high-level government officials.

"Can the current mafia still have the arrogance of the last century? The so-called five major families and the National Council have long become a mess. How many resources does the FBI mobilize every year to crack down on and suppress the mafia? I heard that every judicial officer On the minister’s desk, there are a large number of Mafia conversation recordings and evidence of criminal accusations, and he can invite several senior family members to have tea at any time if he is willing.”

Leo grinned and said that today's mafia is prosperous and declining. Under the strong attack of the federal government, the organization's members have dropped from tens of thousands at its peak to thousands now. They act more low-key and strive for legalization. .

"To use a more vulgar description, gangsters are like chamber pots. They will only be picked up when the government needs them. After using them, their hands will feel dirty. This is precisely the meaning of their existence."

The car drove into the tree-lined path, the bright light beams pierced the night, and the mist splashed by the raindrops made everything hazy.

Leo held the cane and whispered softly: "Martin Summers is like a chamber pot to me. As for whether he can get his hands dirty, it depends on whether he is smart enough."