White Manor at night is extraordinarily quiet, seemingly lax and unmanned, but in fact it is heavily defended.

The security of the huge mansion standing on the lawn is taken care of by CACI International, a company hired by the White Industries Group.

Most of today's large multinational companies will establish or hire private military and security companies to deal with some business problems.

This is especially true for the multinational giants that exploit natural resources, such as De Beers Diamond Complex, BP, Texaco, Gulf-Chevron, and so on.

They exploit veins and plunder resources, and they are certainly the ones who need to do the dirty work, and the mercenaries of private military security companies are undoubtedly the most suitable candidates.

It's convenient to use, and once something scandals happen, just throw the black pot at these temporary workers, and there will be no trouble.

Even the Pentagon of the Department of Defense often needs the help of private military security companies – mainly these military mission contractors, of course, with the shadow of the government or capital groups behind them.

For example, the family of President Eric Prince, the world-famous Blackwater company, has long been a major contributor to Republican campaign funds.

They have always liked to hire senior government officials as advisers, such as Kauf Black, the former head of counterterrorism at the CIA, and Joseph Schumitz, the former Pentagon's inspector general, among others.

This acquaintance has allowed Blackwater, which started as a six-person company, to become the world's largest security company in just ten years.

The "global diplomatic security service fee" paid by the Bush administration to Blackwater alone was as high as $320 million.

It's no wonder that some people say sour things that the huge profits of this private military security company are entirely dependent on funding from the U.S. government.

What's more, the war in Iraq, which has lasted for many years, is called Blackwater's private war.

It was probably many years ago that the Wright family, seeing the success of Blackwater, set out to set up their own private military security company.

It has been proven that as long as you have enough capital support and strong connections and allies in this country, you will do everything with half the effort.

Today's CACI International has successfully transformed into a large-scale military enterprise, which seems to have nothing to do with White Industries, and has made a clean cut.

However, the circulation of funds and the exchange of interests behind the scenes are extremely frequent, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a large private armed force that escorts the overseas activities of White Industries all year round.

According to the international arms production data released by the Stockholm International Peace Research Institute (SIPRI) in Sweden last year, CACI International's military sales were $2.54 billion, ranking 34th among the world's top 100 military industries.

Its main customers are the U.S. Department of Defense, intelligence agencies, Department of Homeland Security, customs, coast guard, judiciary, etc., and is the 6th largest security supplier of the federal government, the 23rd largest supplier of the U.S. Navy, the 53rd largest supplier of the Department of Defense, and the 36th largest listed company in the Washington area.

Most people don't know that behind this huge military industrial enterprise, there is actually the world's largest private company, White Industries!

"According to your reasoning, Malcolm is a smart man, how could he possibly deliver it to the door himself?"

Ms. Siwa lay bored on the couch, the fire in the fireplace burning brightly, radiating warm heat.

She flipped through a copy of J.R.'s The Diamond, occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Because that's the way to create the greatest deterrence, and let me know that even if I hide at home, I can't escape his assassination."

Leo leaned back on his desk, a glass of bourbon in hand.

If Malcolm, who had been trained by the ninja master himself and won the title of "magician" in the League of Assassins with his superb archery, could not even break through the security of White Manor, it would be too unworthy of his name.

At this level, let alone participating in the game of Star City, even becoming the opponent of Green Arrow Oliver Quinn is probably very reluctant.

"You seem to be expecting Malcolm to come to you on the spot?"

Ms. Siwa was a little puzzled, she rarely saw Leo look so excited.

"When I was a child, I read some third-rate novels, in which there were always villains who tirelessly took the initiative to send them to the door, and then the protagonist staged a wonderful slap in the face...... I think this is the fulfillment of my childhood dream. ”

Leo seemed to remember something interesting, and rarely smiled.

While the two were chatting, there was a soft "pop", the power inside the manor was cut off, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Judging from the shouting from outside, it seems that the equipment in the power distribution room has been short-circuited, and the backup power supply has not had time to start for a while.

The sound of fighting was intermittent, and the sound of silencer-fitted gunfire was intense, and after a while the manor returned to its original silence.

In less than ten minutes, a dark shadow smashed through the delicate stained window of the master bedroom and landed steadily inside.

"Leo White!"

A dull voice rang out, and the black shadow pointed its bow and arrow at the young man standing at the desk.

By the warm glow of the fireplace, Malcolm stared at Leo's calm face, and the other party was not even surprised.

This calmness alone is worth appreciating.

"I believe you have received last night's warning, and I am here to greet you today."

Malcolm said straight to the point, he didn't want to kill Leo White directly, that would cause great turmoil in Star City.

Moreover, the Quinn Consortium also needs an object to bear the blame to withstand the pressure of public opinion from the outside world.

"Give up rebuilding Lake Palm, or you'll pay a huge price."

"I have elite security employees who are veterans of the Navy SEALs, the French Foreign Legion, and the Polish Thundering Special Forces...... If you swagger in like this, I'm afraid it won't end well. ”

Leo's voice was steady, and his face was indifferent, as if he had no fear.

Malcolm's outfit should be the emblematic image of the League of Assassins.

Black uniforms, hooded masks, and a variety of cold weapons are formidable.

"Those Boy Scouts in suits, you say? Except for the thermal imaging device and the infrared sensor, which caused me a little trouble, the rest was stress-free. ”

Malcolm was full of confidence, and what he learned in Nandarbat was not only archery, but also how to stealth, fight, assassinate, and so on.

In an extremely harsh way, the master ninja inspires hatred in his heart, as well as the fear hidden in the depths of his consciousness.

Using these extreme emotions, Malcolm forged himself into a razor-sharp weapon, an arrow of destruction and vengeance.

"Whether you're stalling or want to talk some nonsense, give me an answer, Leo White."

Malcolm held his arms steady, his eyes looked directly at Leo who was standing in front of his desk, and said coldly, "So that I can decide whether you should go to hell today, or have a chance to live." ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Merlin, but I'm afraid it's not me who really has to make the choice."

Leo spread his hands with a smile on his face, calling Malcolm who he was.

Before the magician of the League of Assassins, the future Black Arrow, could be shocked when a slender figure flipped over from behind the sofa.

It was a woman with flowing black hair, slender eyes, thin lips pursed, and heroic eyebrows slightly frowned.

"You're Malcolm Merlin? Someone from the League of Assassins? ”

The woman's tone was light, as if she was greeting calmly.

The fire in the fireplace was blazing, reflecting the soft and lovely oriental face.

But for some reason, Malcolm's heart sank, as if a cold wind was blowing, and a little chill was born all over his body.