The door to the cell opened, then slammed shut.

The sound of metal fences colliding echoed through the long corridors, and clear footsteps rang out rhythmically.

Like the hands of a precise clock, they beat steadily.

"This is it."

Warden Gregory Wolfe stood at the door of the interrogation room, turned around and said.

This warden, who looks like a chimpanzee, actually survived the last riot, and it has to be said that Lady Luck is particularly favored.

You must know that despite Oliver Quinn's isolation of hundreds of released prisoners, coupled with the timely assault of the Star City Police Department, there are still quite a few hostages who were injured and killed during the rescue.

Of course, all this was counted as an accident during the prisoners' riot, and it was not published in the newspapers.

In the face of inquiries from the outside world, the Star City Police Department and the City Hall spoke in unison, insisting on the official statement that there were no casualties.

"Give me half an hour."

So said the owner of the footsteps.

He stood behind the warden, and there was a sense of command in his faint tone

"Mr. White, you know, since the last riot, Oliver Quinn has been placed on guard. You go in alone......"

Wolf was a little embarrassed.

He didn't want the young helmsman of this big family to have an accident in his own prison.

The prisoner riot had been suppressed with great difficulty, and if something happened to Leo White at Iron Mountain Prison, it would definitely cause an uproar.

Who doesn't know that this young man is now the son of tomorrow in Star City, a dazzling new star on the rise.

How can a small person like Wolf withstand the ravages of this kind of turmoil.

"Don't worry, Mr. Warden, I promise I won't give you any trouble."

Leo had a standard smile on his face, but it caused an invisible pressure on the tall and strong Wolf.

The warden subconsciously avoided the other party's eyes, was silent for a while, and then retreated: "Please avoid direct contact with Oliver Quinn, that guy is a dangerous person." ”

"Thank you for the kind reminder that I won't let Oliver Quinn hurt me."

Leo nodded, and asked Wolf to open the heavy iron door.

The entire interrogation room was dimly lit, as if it was deliberately creating a depressing atmosphere and exerting psychological pressure on the prisoners.

Oliver Quinn sat in a cold chair, his hands and feet in chains, greatly restricting his movements.

"You're here to make fun of me as a winner? Or do you proudly announce your amazing results? ”

The prisoner in the interrogation room looked up and asked.

This handsome rich boy who is enough to attract a vote of money-worshipping girls is now a bearded vicissitudes of life.

After the last riot, the prison has tightened its surveillance measures.

In a single cell, the release time is canceled, and even three meals a day are delivered by a special person.

"I just wanted to talk to you before I go on a long journey. After all, we don't seem to have a face-to-face conversation yet. ”

Leo said slowly.

He crossed his hands on the table, gentle and polite.

If it weren't for the interrogation room at Iron Mountain Prison, others might have thought it was a friendly conversation between friends.

"What do we have to talk about? Tell me how I lost to you again and again? Or how did you lead me into the trap step by step? ”

Oliver Quinn had a self-deprecating smile on his face, and the vengeful anger in him had long since disappeared the moment he stepped onto the rooftop.

The city may never need a security keeper, and perhaps the identity of the heir of the Quinn family can save the fallen Star City.

"Future. Let's talk about Oliver Quinn's future. ”

Leo looked deeply at the prisoner sitting in the chair and said softly, "Are you going to waste your whole life in prison?" ”

"The air of freedom is so wonderful, and you have it at your fingertips—if you will."

"Give me a choice again? Leo White, if I wanted to leave this prison, I wouldn't be here until now, Iron Mountain Prison can't trap me, it's far worse than Purgatory Island. ”

Oliver Quinn sneered.

He still has this confidence, if he wants to escape from prison, he can do it as early as the first week of imprisonment, why wait until now.

"My teacher, who taught me on Purgatory Island, never lose your vigilance, and always treat your surroundings as a dangerous jungle."

Oliver Quinn was a little embarrassed, after he returned to Star City, his tense spirit did relax.

"I shouldn't ignore your presence, the gangsters in Star City, the outlaws who are unkind to the rich, and the complicated relationships in the family, all of which exhaust me so much that I will lose my guard and walk into a trap!"

"It's not easy for one person to play two identities."

Leo said he understands that every superhero faces this kind of trouble.

Speaking of which, Oliver Quinn and Batman are quite similar, they were both born into wealthy families, experienced the pain of losing their loved ones, and chose to protect the city with another identity.

The only difference is that the latter has a clear sense of what they are doing.

Batman understands that he is a lynchman, a law-breaking criminal, so he never claims to be a hero.

And Oliver Quinn, as the former, was briefly indulged in the sense of accomplishment of being a vigilante.

With the notebook left by his father, he hunts the rich people of Star City, thinking that he can save the city from corruption.

"I understand your actions, I understand those like you, and at this point, there is no falsehood."

Leo said seriously.

After he had eliminated the Assassin League, he remembered the former vigilante who was locked up in prison.

His own views and positions made it inevitable for Leo to become an opponent of the vigilantes.

But that's not necessarily the case, you don't have to be an undying enemy.

Oliver Quinn didn't kill the hostages when he rioted in prison.

This means that he has not been completely blinded by anger, and it also means that there is still room for them to cooperate.

"We don't have to be enemies, do we? Although there have been some unpleasant things before, I think they can be erased as chalk words. ”

Hearing Leo's words, Oliver Quinn couldn't help but laugh.

With a hint of sarcasm, he said, "It's true that I'm a prisoner, but that doesn't mean that I want to accept your handouts and join your camp. ”

"You seem to have misunderstood me, my team never needed a third-rate vigilante."

Leo smiled in return.

He hadn't thought of getting Green Arrow to join him.

In some ways, such as vicious incidents involving violence and homicide, these vigilantes and superheroes are really not as efficient as villains.

"Slade Joseph Wilson, you should be familiar with this name, the good partner who lives and dies with you on Purgatory Island and fights side by side."

He pulled out a folder and shoved it in front of Oliver Quinn.

"He now has a new code name, 'Death Knell.'"

"Slade...... No way, Slade is dead! I saw ...... with my own eyes."

"So he crawled out of hell and came to you for revenge, Mr. Quinn."

Leo looked at Oliver Quinn with an incredulous look on his face, and said softly: "You pierced one of his eyes with an arrow, thinking you killed him, but Mirakuru's serum potion kept Slade Wilson alive, and the name of Death Knell has resounded throughout the mercenary world." ”