"It's nice to be rich!"

Felicity stuffed a Big Mac burger in her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and she sighed indistinctly.

In front of her was a laptop, the screen splitting into frames, as if watching a target.

"Not only can you afford the sky-high bail, but you can also throw a pool party while you are incarcerated."

Jealousy and envy make Felicity unrecognizable, and she wants the Star City Police Department's accusations to be established and send Oliver Quinn to Iron Mountain Prison.

That's right, the object she is watching is Oliver Quinn, who is imprisoned at home, waiting for the court to open the verdict again.

The Star City Police Department has installed surveillance cameras at the entrance to Quinn's mansion, across the street, including the courtyard lawn and outdoor pool.

As a major suspect, Oliver Quinn wears an ankle bracelet equipped with a GPS positioning system, and once the range of activities exceeds Quinn's mansion, he will immediately report to the Star City Police Department.

However, in the face of a bleak future that could go to prison at any time, or even life imprisonment, Oliver Quinn himself is extremely calm, and plans to host an outdoor pool party tonight.

The above content is all eavesdropped by Felicity hacking into the microphone of her mobile phone.

She uses high-frequency sound signals from television and radio to capture ambient sounds to capture conversations in the living room of Quinn's mansion.

As for the clear picture on the computer screen, it is the surveillance camera that has invaded the Star City Police Department.

Felicity nibbles on a Big Mac burger while worrying that she has been convicted of multiple crimes, including wiretapping and hacking into the police department's data center.

If he is found and caught, he will be imprisoned in Iron Mountain Prison.

"I hope the boss can cover me."

Felicity muttered, although she was a field agent of the Sky Eye Society, she hadn't even seen her colleagues yet, and she didn't know where the headquarters was.

It feels like joining a fraud ring, and apart from his own high salary, it doesn't fit the life of an imaginary agent at all.

"What are you talking about me behind my back?"

Leo opened the door to the president's office, having just finished an important meeting on the annual budget.

"You get so much money every month and eat fast food every day? When I spread the word, people would say that I was abusing my subordinate employees. ”

Seeing the Big Mac burger and ice wide on the table, Leo couldn't help but laugh.

He pulled out the bag behind him, and inside was a crispy rice and spicy tuna sushi.

"Boss, you are the most generous and nice person I have ever met!"

Caught off guard by receiving a good guy card, Leo was silent.

I thought that I was not grateful for giving you a salary of 25,000 a month, but I just brought you a piece of food and became a good person?

"Honestly, boss, I feel more and more that your judgment is correct, Oliver Quinn is indeed suspicious."

Felicity ate tuna sushi without any manners, and said indistinctly: "It's like he's deliberately disguised as a playboy." Even if the indulgent rich boy faces the accusations of the Star City Police Department, he should feel panicked and frightened in the fate that he may spend in prison for the rest of his life. ”

"But Oliver Quinn, who was planning to throw a party, didn't seem to be worried about the police charges at all...... Anyway, it's very wrong. ”

"Miss Smock, your remarks have impressed me with your intelligence."

Leo joked that Oliver Quinn's actions were indeed suspected of overacting.

This was just to attract the attention of the outside world and confuse the Star City Police Department, and everyone knew that he had a carnival party, and then the vigilante reappeared.

A perfect solo show to clear your suspicions!

"Whether Oliver Quinn is a vigilante or not, he won't be sent to jail. Moira Quinn, the strong woman who once single-handedly supported Quinn Syndicate, has contacted Star City Mental Illness Rehabilitation Center. ”

Leo spread his hands with a relaxed expression.

In this capital-dominated country, as long as you are willing to pay a certain price, you can clear your body of any crimes.

"If I were Mrs. Quinn, I would have bribed authoritative experts at the rehab center, like Ms. Pamela Spencer, who studies mental illness, to claim that Oliver Quinn suffers from some form of traumatic stress disorder as a foothold for the argument for innocence."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Leo's mouth, the son of a rich man who had lived in isolation for five years, suddenly returned to modern society, and it was normal for him to have psychological trauma or problems.

Using this reason to defend his innocence, even if Oliver Quinn's charges were confirmed, he would not be sent to prison, but transferred to a psychiatric rehabilitation center.

Felicity was speechless for a while, and she had a more different understanding of the freedom and equality of the capitalist society during this time.

"So what am I going to do?"

Wiping the sauce off the corner of her mouth, she glanced at the surveillance screen on the computer screen and asked.

Oliver Quinn looks normal, actively preparing the party invitation while discussing with his friend Tommy what the theme of tonight's party is.

It was as if he was completely unaware of the worries and anxieties of his family, and realized the difficult situation he was facing.

"Keep an eye on him, I guess the vigilante will show up tonight."

Leo smiled slightly, buttoned up his open suit, and prepared to get up and leave.

He also had an important business meeting in the evening, and the hard work of keeping an eye on was of course entrusted to Felicity.

"That...... Boss, can you prepare a special workshop for me, it's a bit bad to come to your office every time. ”

Felicity pursed her mouth and couldn't help but ask the question.

Recently, the company has looked at her very strangely, and there are even a few female colleagues who are very outstanding in figure and appearance, who came over to ask themselves the secret of dressing up and makeup.

Felicity wanted to say to me, I'm just a poor, weak, raunchy programmer, okay?

"For the time being, there is only one member of the team, and we will talk about it when the number of people expands in the future."

Leo refused without even thinking about it, although every superhero will have a secret base, but unfortunately, he does not belong to that ranks.

"Don't care about the world's eyes, how can a young graduate with little reputation in the industry sit in the position of head of White's industrial applied science department? From the moment you accept the job, you're destined to endure those malicious speculations. ”

Of course, Leo could guess what Felicity meant, and the intrigues in the workplace were probably accompanied by rumors and slander.

Most of those who only gossip behind their backs are mediocre and incompetent, and they can only rely on this ridiculous way to release their inner jealousy and unwillingness.

"Are you going to explain to the rest of the world that you're spending hours in the president's office every day and you're actually eating a Big Mac burger or tuna sushi?"

Hearing Leo's playful tease, Felicity's cheeks bulged and she silently did not speak.

Seeing the sullen appearance of the little follower, Leo, as the boss, sighed and comforted: "And it's not so embarrassing to be my unspoken rules, although I'm not the one who is Oliver Quinn's public lover, but I am the first on the list of partners for the celebrity ladies and ladies in Star City." ”

"In terms of current pop culture, I should be quite popular as an abstinent president."

Hearing Leo laugh at himself, Felicity's little face couldn't hold back, and she laughed out loud.

The young boss's initial cold image is finally gone at this moment.

"I'll leave it to you here, I'll be in touch with you."

Leo waved his hand, and the person he met with in the evening was the leader of the local mafia, Frank Portinall.