In the dimly lit interrogation room, the heavy iron door was pushed open, and a ray of light poured in.

There was a "bang" and quickly disappeared as the gate closed.

Quentin Lance pulled out a chair and sat down, and the small room was filled with only the lamp on the table, the faint light reflecting the flying dust.

He threw the thick file on the metal table, and the prisoner sitting across from him was silent, his whole face shrouded in darkness, his hands secured to his seat, and his ankles were covered with dead chains.

Normally, if an inmate is equipped with such a body, he has every reason to accuse the police of ill-treatment, but depending on the level of danger of the vigilante, there is unanimous agreement within the police department to implement such a confinement measure.

"See you again, Mr. Quinn."

Quentin Lance said slowly, he flipped through the police files and put them away according to the degree of the case.

"Know these people? Adam Hunter, Marcus Reidman, James Holder...... They are all dead at your hand. ”

"Not me. This...... I didn't think about taking their lives. ”

Oliver, who was silent, spoke up, his voice a little hoarse.

This time, instead of being locked up at the Star City Police Station, he was sent directly to a solitary cell in Iron Mountain Prison.

"Well, let's skip that. This man's name is Felix Dahler, and you probably won't remember him, or even have a little impression. ”

Quentin Lance pulled a picture from the file and placed it in front of Oliver's eyes.

"Dahler was Adam Hunt's bodyguard, he was cut by an aluminum alloy arrow and injured tendon nerves and blood vessels, broke three tesuji, and lost his job and future prospects."

Looking at the man in the photo, Oliver's lips squirmed a few times, but he didn't make a sound.

"These are victims who have suffered something like Felix Dale, who either lost their jobs or lost their lives."

Quentin Lance pushed the stack of files through, and a dozen photos slipped out of it.

He didn't get emotional and vent his hatred like he did last time.

The intonation and voice had stabilized, but the eyes were fixed on the figure sitting in the darkness.

"Maybe you've done something good, like giving back Adam Hunt's 40 million to the innocent people who have been deceived...... But what does this prove? Oliver Quinn, you hurt some people, go and save another group of people, and then think it's your justice? ”

Quentin Lance paused for a moment, then continued: "I don't know what's going on on that island that has turned you from a prodigal playboy into a complete madman and a killer. But one thing is for sure, wearing a hood every night, picking up a bow and arrows to roam the city, and killing those black-hearted merchants won't make you a hero. ”

"One person can't save the city, violence only leads to more violence. If a modern-day Robin Hood can sweep away sin, then there must be something wrong with this world. ”

Quentin Lance closed the file in his hand, and he said coldly: "We have received news that your secret base has been discovered in the abandoned steel mill under the name of the Quinn Consortium, that is, the place where you are going to open a nightclub. ”

"Fingerprints taken from bows and arrows, as well as skin chips and hair, confirm the fact that you are a vigilante. Congratulations, Iron Mountain Prison will be your new home. ”

"It's all this—"

Oliver peeked out of the darkness, his eyes were tired, and his voice was hoarse, "None of this was my intention. I want to save it, the corrupt and fallen Star City...... Making amends for the mistakes my father made, this is the only purpose of my return. ”

"But you're the biggest thug in the city, Oliver Quinn." Quentin Lance sneered and stood up, "I hope you can get used to life in prison, at least no worse than on a desert island." ”

The light flickered on and out, and the iron door closed and closed.

In the small, dark interrogation room, only Oliver's breathing could be heard, and he slowly closed his eyes, and the mocking smile came to his mind again.

"Leo White ......"

…………

“Game Over。 (Game over)"

In the master bedroom on the second floor of White Manor, Leo crossed out Oliver Quinn's name.

This vigilante, the future Green Arrow, is out, at least in terms of the mission to save Star City.

Next up is to sweep up the gangs, build the Palm Lake slum, and get Malcolm Merlin.

Leo put down his marker and turned to look at Ms. Siva lying on the bed.

"As for David Kane's whereabouts, the Sky Eye Association has probably found some clues, and he should be in South Darbat, near an area in the Middle East."

Ms. Siwa raised her eyebrows, put down the entertainment magazine in her hand to pass the time, and her slender eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sandra, don't rush for revenge. It's the lair of the League of Assassins, and even you can't get out of it all stunted. ”

As a good student with a close relationship, Leo could not understand Ms. Siva's temperament and personality.

In her cognition, there are two kinds of things in the world, one is that can be solved with fists, and the other is that cannot be solved with fists.

Want to be calm and reasonable?

Yes, you can talk about it if you can't kill it.

However, these martial artists seem to have a short temper, and Ms. Siwa has two senior brothers on her head, Bronze Tiger and Richard Dragon, who are also not good gentlemen.

At that time, the three of them worshiped under the disciple of Master Otomo of Japan, learned various schools of martial arts, and after completing their studies, they went their separate ways.

"You're always right."

After a moment of hesitation, Ms. Siwa picked up the boring entertainment magazine again.

She is not the kind of smart person with complex minds, before leaving the school, she fought all over the martial arts dojo in Tokyo, and later began to travel the world, pursuing the limits of human beings, the highest realm of martial arts.

It was at that stage that Ms. Shiva met Leo, who had not yet received the dreaded title of "Shiva", a symbol of destruction.

During the period when the two of them were walking together, it was usually Leo who proposed a solution to the problem, and then she carried it out.

Whether it's in the Gulag concentration camps in Russia, or in the Middle East or Mexico, that's how they came all the way.

As much as Madame Siwa was tempted to fly to Nandarbat, since Leo had persuaded her to calm down, she had to wait a little longer.

Anyway, the anger of revenge will only be released more intensely as the time of accumulation lasts!

"Oliver Quinn has been put in a cage by you, what's next?"

Ms. Siva, whose attention was obviously not on the entertainment magazine, couldn't help but ask curiously.

She couldn't wait to use the gangsters, or Malcolm Merlin, to practice her skills, and the quiet life was a drain on her patience.

"Held a press conference, joined forces with Quinn Associates, promoted the development of the Palm Lake slum, reopened the factory, cooperated with the city hall to build a public school, and gradually carried out the reconstruction and improvement of the community...... It only takes half a year for me to erase this stain on Star City,"

Leo walked over to the bed and said in a coherent manner.

He had already negotiated with Oliver's stepfather about this, and both parties agreed.

This is not only a passionate philanthropy, but also contains huge business opportunities.

The Palm Lake slum has twenty-four blocks, a large number of unused unfinished buildings and abandoned factories, and homeless homeless people.

Once the area is reinvigorated and a good cycle is formed, the value is immeasurable.

"In fact, I'm going to move Walter to run for the next mayor."

Leo had a smile on his face, a partner who didn't exactly belong to the Quinn family, but was reliable enough, which obviously made it easier for him to control the city.

Oliver Quinn's imprisonment has had a big impact on the Quinn Consortium, and the stock price has fluctuated, although it has not yet reached the point of an avalanche of decline, but it also needs to quickly restore its reputation.

The development of the Palm Lake slum is a fitting crisis PR.

"Have you thought of every possibility, Leo?"

Ms. Siwa turned her face up, her hands hooked around Leo's neck, her eyes glazed over.

"Just try to make as many plans as possible, and the guy I will meet in the future will always have the next plan in his head."

Leo said meaningfully, his eyes shining brightly.

He reached through Ms. Siva's long jet-black hair and whispered, "It's unlikely to match the brains of the Justice League, but it can't be too far behind." ”