The early morning light filtered through the screen window, reflecting the fine dust in the air, and Oliver sat at the head of the bed like a statue, his closed eyes slightly open.

I didn't sleep all night, and the thoughts in my mind were like a messy ball of threads, and I couldn't find the source of the direction at all.

He has too little information to make a correct judgment, but the man who doesn't know his true identity seems to know himself very well and is one step ahead everywhere.

This feeling of depression made Oliver full of anger and had nowhere to vent, as if he was fighting wits and courage against the air.

"Who is he?"

The question haunted Oliver's ears like a ghost.

A tall and powerful figure, with a tone of voice and ups and downs, a long trench coat, a neat suit, and a cane as a weapon......

All the known information comes to mind clearly, like a broken puzzle, piece by piece.

Oliver had studied criminal psychology and had some profiling skills, but unfortunately he had too few clues.

The clues extracted from the above information at most vaguely outline a vague outline-

Tall, slender and slender, although modified by a voice changer, the ups and downs in the intonation, the intonation in the sentences, these are inadvertently revealed.

So guess that the other party should have received a grammar course, perhaps graduated from an aristocratic school, or had a specialized private teacher.

Coupled with the dress of the two appearances, it is easy to judge his education level and his own family background.

In summary, the bastard who led himself into the trap would not be more than thirty-five years old, from the upper class, well-educated, and had a certain level of retro art hobby, or rather a nurturing in this regard - otherwise the other party would not have chosen to use a cane as a weapon.

"The scope of thinking is too large, and it is difficult to lock on to the target!"

With a look of exhaustion in his eyes, Oliver got up and walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

The icy water hit his face, and his sleepy spirit gradually cleared up, and he looked at the face in the mirror.

The reddened eyes are full of violence and anger that have nowhere to vent, and deeper is frustration and helplessness.

Now I am like a beast in a cage!

"Purgatory Island...... It's like you're back on Purgatory Island! ”

Oliver thought to himself, he had been so dazed and helpless when he first set foot on that island.

"Anyway, I can't give in! How do you clear Diger's name...... The reappearance of the vigilante will not allow the police to drop the charges, after all, they were caught red-handed and the evidence is conclusive. ”

With his hands propped up on the bath, Oliver closed his eyes and slowly opened them after a moment.

Since he met the man behind the scenes hiding in the shadows while stopping Martin Summers, let's start with the gang in Star City Harbor.

Even the most skilled and spicy hunter will leave some traces when he is dormant and forbearing.

Oliver, who walked out of the bedroom door, faintly heard a loud noise, and he leaned down to look downstairs.

It's Detective Quentin Lance again!

Behind him was a team of special policemen, all of whom were loaded with live ammunition, and rushed into the gate with great vigour.

"Detective Lance, this is the second time you've broken into my house! It seems that it is necessary for me to ask a lawyer to come over to protect my personal rights! ”

As the CEO of Quinn United, no matter how good Walter is, he can't stand Quentin Lance's three or two break-ins into his home.

Although he has a natural skin color as a cover, I can't see how ugly this black uncle's face is, but from the warning voice of hidden anger, I can guess that his mood is not very good.

"I shouldn't have bothered you anymore, and I admit that the last arrest of Oliver Quinn was mixed with personal vendettas."

Quentin Lance's gaze looked past Walter to Oliver upstairs, "But this time, I'm here to catch an outlaw thug who has no justice in his heart, spreads fear everywhere, and thinks he's keeping the city safe!" ”

"Didn't the vigilantes catch ......"

Walter frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

"John Diggle, retired from the 105th Airborne Force in Kandahar and joined a private security company, he did not come to Star City before being hired by Ms. Moira Quinn, and there is no motive at all!"

Quentin Lance's voice is firm and powerful, and he discovered the flaws in John Diggle after his arrest.

A bodyguard who has no connection with Star City, why would he hunt rich people and act as vigilantes?

"It was Oliver Quinn's polygraph results, and I asked him if he had ever been to Iron Mountain Prison because vigilantes had been there to save my daughter, Laurel, from the prisoners' riot."

Quentin Lance picked up a paper document and looked at Oliver as he walked downstairs.

His tone was calm, but intense, "Your answer is no. But Laurel told me that it was where you went out in eighth grade, and you said you had never been there, and it wasn't a big deal, maybe you forgot, or maybe you were too nervous. ”

"I looked at the polygraph results, and there was a slight fluctuation in the line of the answer to that question - you remember going to Iron Mountain Prison, but you lied!"

"Oliver Quinn, if you tell a lie, then it means there will be more lies!"

The evidence presented by Quentin Lance is like a bombshell smashing into Quinn's mansion.

Moira and Thea, who were standing in the living room, were stunned, their eyes projected on Oliver's body in disbelief.

"Detective Reims, you know, polygraph results are not evidence in court."

Oliver squeezed out a smile as he saw a large invisible net enveloping him.

The man behind the scenes, who couldn't see his true face clearly, stood in the distance and let out a mocking laugh to himself.

"That's true. It's a pity that Skynet is restored, I received a personal information from a private account at 5:20 a.m., although it belongs to a non-existent leather bag company overseas, but after many traces, I can still know that the real owner of the account is you, Oliver Quinn himself! ”

Quentin Lance put away the polygraph results and took another thick report from his colleague's hand.

"Adam Hunter's 40 million, the money was transferred from Star City to Hong Kong, then from Dubai to Cyprus, through Switzerland, London, New York, then to New Zealand, to Japan, and finally back to Star City. It doesn't take more than an hour to make a circle around the planet, and then it's safely transferred from your account to somewhere else. ”

"Another transfer was made from Oliver Quinn's private account before John Diggle's arrest, and the recipient was a Star City native, and coincidentally she happened to be the wife of Diggle's dead brother."

Quentin Lance flashed his handcuffs and suddenly choked the trance-stricken Oliver Quinn, as if reading out the closing statement: "The case has been clear at this point, the invisible web woven by money and power can make people escape the judgment of the law, and John Diggle's unexpected arrest is just an unspeakable bargain!" ”

"The real vigilante is standing in front of me, this rich boy who has lived on a desert island for five years, and after returning to modern society, he is obsessed with hunting with bows and arrows!"

Two SWAT officers grabbed Oliver Quinn by the shoulders and pushed him out of the gate of Quinn's mansion, where several police cars honked their horns.

"Mrs. Quinn, this time your son will not be sent to court, he will be directly imprisoned in Iron Mountain Prison."

Quentin Lance looked at the pale Moira and whispered.

The police car drove off, and the Quinn mansion behind him was getting farther and farther away.

Oliver, who sat between the two policemen, didn't say a word, and his mind was thinking of various ways to abscond after injuring people? Or wait for the family to be rescued?

All this came too quickly, like a swift thunderbolt, or a violent tornado, and he was caught off guard and directly destroyed the defense line.

The red and blue lights on the police car flickered non-stop, and Oliver gradually calmed down and began to sort through his messy thoughts.

He saw a black sedan approaching him, and the window slowly lowered, revealing a young face.

Leo White, son of Star City.

The other party's eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, like a mocking smile.

The speeding vehicles passed by, leaving only an illusory afterimage.

Oliver sat in the police car, his mind flashing like a flash of lightning, and the broken puzzle pieces were instantly complete.