Dark clouds obscured the light of the stars and moon, and a metal arrow chiseled into the hard concrete wall, followed by a black shadow with a bow in one hand skimming the night sky, carefully stepping on the external air-conditioned box.

One hand clings to the edge of the window, and the body is light and vigorous to climb in, silently disappearing in the corner, and the sound of the wind blowing the silk curtains.

There was no superfluous movement during the whole process, and in the quiet senior ward, only the monotonous sound of the monitoring instrument was repeated.

Lying on the hospital bed was a big black man, who was none other than Oliver Quinn's personal bodyguard, John Diggle, the latest alleged vigilante.

It has been three days since the arrest of Oliver Quinn, which caused a lot of uproar before, and no one expected such a shocking reversal.

A veteran who retired from the 105th Airborne Force in Kandahar, an employee of a private security company, and a bodyguard who follows the rich second generation every day could be the city's vigilantes?

Even Quentin Lance, who had been tracking down the vigilante, was stunned when he learned the answer.

It's a pity that the facts are in front of us, and no one can argue with them.

Just last night, the mafia made a deal with a German arms dealer named Leo Müller, and the vigilantes, as usual, stopped this criminal act of buying and selling arms.

But before that, someone revealed the news to the Star City Police Department, so that John Diggle happened to be surrounded by the police who arrived when he was fighting crime.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Oliver, who was standing in front of the hospital bed, said silently.

He wore a hooded uniform, and his face covered in oil paint was full of guilt.

Diggle was originally his bodyguard, and Oliver later confessed his identity and his desire to save the city.

As for the reason, one is that Oliver, who has a personal bodyguard, is completely unable to move freely, and it is simply unrealistic to hide from the experienced retired veteran Diggle every time.

The second is that he needs a helper too.

Oliver's confidence has been shattered since he last met the mysterious trench coat man at the port terminal, and he doesn't think it's feasible to go it alone for a long time.

John Diggle is a good candidate, skilled and trustworthy, with no bad record during his time in the service.

After observing for a while, Oliver immediately pulled the other party into his team as a backup in case of emergency.

"I shouldn't have swept you in and labeled you as a violent."

Oliver repented, his eyes full of determination, and said in a deep voice, "I will find out all this and let the Star City Police Department drop the charges." ”

Hearing the sound of the nurse being questioned by the guard police outside, Oliver, wearing a hood, pursed his lips, glanced at Diggle, who was unconscious, and left quietly as he came.

The nurse who pushed the door in to change the dressing felt a gust of night breeze blowing, and the silk curtains fluttered quietly like waves.

…………

"Who!"

Oliver, who was running quickly on the rooftop, stopped suddenly, and in time he turned his head, a metal arrow grazing his cheek.

"Oliver Quinn, we're meeting again."

In the shadows behind him, a familiar muffled voice sounded.

The low laughter, rendered by the voice changer, became a little hoarse and low.

"I want to talk to you."

Leo lowered his raised arm, and he just said hello in this way.

"I'm afraid we don't have anything to talk about!"

Oliver retorted subconsciously, raising the recurve bow with both hands and pulling the bowstring apart.

His gaze went beyond the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared, and he was wary of the shooter in the darkness.

"Although the first meeting was not very pleasant, there is no need to be in such a hurry to refuse, right?"

An aluminum alloy arrow was coldly aimed at Leo, but he didn't panic at all, and took a few steps forward,

The tall figure in the shadows, wearing a black suit with a waistcoat and white shirt inside, and a pair of shiny leather shoes, this neat dress looks like he is going to a banquet.

The half-covered face mask concealed his true appearance, revealing a pair of extraordinarily bright and deep eyes, and the sharp gaze on Oliver's body seemed to be more intimidating than the sharp arrow in his hand.

"I know that people are in different positions, you are a good person, I am a bad person, and then we are on a bad footing...... Why do you have to insist on such childish black and white? ”

Ignoring the aluminum alloy arrows on the bowstring, Leo spread his hands and walked a few steps at will, and said softly: "I can answer all the questions in your heart, the shipwreck of the Gold Medal Quinn records the notebooks of the black-hearted merchants and outlaws of Star City, the reason why you were exiled to Purgatory Island five years ago...... I can answer all of them, and I don't mind telling you the truth. ”

"Oliver, I don't want to work with you, I want you to stand aside with me and do things that are injustice in your eyes. I'm just asking you to give up, take off that hooded uniform, and get back into the arms of family and friends. ”

"I want to save ......"

"You're not saving the city at all!"

Leo interrupted mercilessly, his sparkling eyes staring at the vigilante in front of him.

His tone was cold: "You think you are doing a righteous act? No! You're just looking for a direction in your confused heart. ”

"If you're really here to fight criminals, why do you have to follow the list your father left behind? The gangsters who are entrenched in the slums of Palm Lake, the corrupt cops who take bribes, the mafia who levy 'management fees' – why do you ignore them and never pay attention? ”

"I ...... They are not the main reason for the city's depravity! ”

Oliver hesitated for a moment, then replied.

But what greeted him was the mocking eyes of the other party.

"Oliver, why deceive yourself. You came back from that island, where you learned a lot of skills...... You're a master of archery and will hide your emotions so much that even a lie detector can't detect what you're really thinking. ”

Leo paused, and he stepped on the gravel floor, his shoes grinding with a crisp sound.

"You've had blood on your hands, you've killed people, you know you're no longer a normal person, and Purgatory Island has changed you. What should Oliver Quinn do when he returns to Star City? Will you inherit your father's family business and become a qualified company manager, or will you return to your old life of indulgence and profligacy? ”

"You're like a veteran who has retired from the battlefield, at a loss! So just pick up the bow and arrow again, and use the list left by my father to do something to punish the evil and promote the good! The reason why you became a vigilante is not because you want to be a hero, or because you have a messianic plot and believe in the principle that 'with great power comes great responsibility', but that you can only do it! ”

Colder than the arrow, and the stinging calm eyes pierced Oliver's body, he wanted to open his mouth to refute, as a way to strengthen his heart.

But I felt the arm holding the bowstring, and for some reason it trembled, and my lips squirmed a few times, but I didn't make any sound.

"I don't know who you are, but you can't shake my insistence...... I survived Purgatory Island and returned to this city to make amends for my father's mistakes and thus save it! ”

After a long silence, Oliver lowered his bow and arrows, his voice indifferent and powerful.