Star City's Upper East Side is still bustling, while the Palm Lake slum gradually turns off its lights as night falls.

The poor who live in dilapidated apartment buildings, endure the musty smell of dilapidated houses, black gangsters in the streets, and harassment by drug dealers and prostitutes, and naturally there is no rich nightlife.

"Why did you go out of here?"

Felicity, dressed in a royal blue backless evening dress, looked out the window curiously.

She's already past the shock of sitting in a supercar next to the owner of the world's largest private business.

This genius hacker with thick nerves and a slightly long reflex arc began to gradually substitute into the identity of an agent, and just now asked Leo if he had any high-tech equipment.

"I heard that Oliver Quinn, the former son of Star City, is going to open a nightclub near the slums of Lake Palm."

Leo leaned back in his back seat and lowered his window to look at the abandoned factory, which was formerly a steel mill owned by the Quinn Consortium.

Years ago, Robert Quinn closed and sold the factory in search of cheaper labor due to the Great Depression, leaving about 1,500 workers unemployed.

Later, the finance staff found a loophole in the union contract, so that they did not have to pay severance pay and pensions to those who were unemployed, so they saved a lot of expenses.

During that time, the streets and alleys of Star City were full of homeless people, who had no jobs, lost their financial resources, and could only live on the streets.

Leo looked at the homeless people who burned garbage to keep warm, and thought it was time to put the plan to develop the Palm Lake slum on the agenda, where the vigilantes could fight crime but not save the desperate poor.

"The nightclub is in the slums, will anyone really come?"

Felicity pouted, many of her friends had never even set foot in Palm Lake.

For the upper-level elites of Star City, they were all consciously or unintentionally ignoring the existence of this place, perhaps for fear of dirty eyes, or for fear of feeling uneasy about their conscience.

"He's Oliver Quinn, the Prince of Star City...... Okay, let's go to the Exchange Building, it's rude to be late. ”

Leo ignited the ignition, and the engine of the sports car roared, leaving the dark and withered area far behind.

Entering the Upper East Side, the Exchange Building stands out in sight, like a steel giant standing tall in the sky, standing under the night sky.

"Unidad Industries is in receivership, ownership will be repaid and auctioned off, and there are many interested buyers, such as Quinn Syndicate."

Before Leo got out of the car, he gave a general explanation of the situation.

Today, the visitors gathered in the Exchange Building are all powerful buyers, and they all have the shadow of large companies behind them, and they want to bid for Unidad Industries.

"Totally understood. On Warren Patel's personal computer, I found a structural map of the Exchange Building, and he had recently had a large amount of money with an offshore account. ”

Felicity nodded, chin slightly smirked, and Leo acknowledged her work.

"Well, your task tonight is to be responsible for following me, keeping a graceful smile, and waiting for the killer to appear."

Leo straightened his suit, lifted his legs and got out of the car, and reached out to hold Felicity in a gentlemanly manner.

The female companion beside him, obviously facing this kind of occasion for the first time, has a smile that is definitely not elegant and calm, at most stiff and polite.

"I almost thought I was holding a robot."

Leo teased and patted Felicity on the back of her hand, motioning for her to relax.

The auction was held on the 28th floor of the Exchange Building, and the participants were all wealthy businessmen of Star City.

For example, the current manager of the Quinn Consortium, Walter Steele; There's also the CEO of Hyspel Enterprises, Warren Patel, who hired the Death Shooter.

They were probably two of the strongest bidders in the room, and Unistarch Industries could most likely be taken by either of them - if Leo wasn't interested.

"Mr. Steele, it's a blessing."

Leo Wen smiled and took Walter Steele's outstretched palm.

This middle-aged black man is Oliver's stepfather, and he is very friendly with each other when he talks and laughs, and his gestures show a steady temperament.

There is neither a businessman's standard hypocritical smile nor a high-sounding mouthful, so it is no wonder that it has a good reputation in the Star City business community.

"White Industries is also interested in Unidac? I hadn't heard of you going to participate in the bidding before. ”

Walter seemed a little surprised to see Leo.

From the perspective of business competition, White Industries, as the world's largest private company, is undoubtedly a tough competitor.

"To be more precise, I'm personally interested, and Unidad has been exploring the direction of new energy sources in recent years, which is one of the trends of the future."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Leo's mouth, and when he saw the two figures approaching, he said softly, "It seems that no matter what the result of tonight's auction is, Mr. Steele is the biggest winner, because you have two of the most beautiful ladies by your side." ”

Moira and Thea, who were holding Walter's arm from left to right, heard Duwan smile, the former was reserved, the latter was relaxed and happy.

A few people exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then politely ended the topic.

"The auction starts in ten minutes."

Felicity sipped champagne nervously, resisting the urge to look around.

She imagined that a bullet from nowhere could take someone's life at any moment, or more!

This feeling of being watched as if it was everywhere turned into a heavy psychological pressure.

And the shivering sensation caused by that fear was like an electric current, which instantly ran through the whole body.

"Surrounded by three towers, the Exchange Building is too large to be searched, and the killer can shoot a lethal shot from almost any angle...... But don't worry, we're not on the list of bidders, so he won't be aiming for you and me. ”

Leo put his palm on Felicity's waist and said in a gesture of intimacy and whispered in her ear.

"And what about Mr. Walter Steele? He is most likely the target of the killer. ”

The heat of her breath made Felicity, who had a long reflex arc, a little uncomfortable, perhaps because the temperature was too high, and her cheeks and earlobes were faintly crimson.

"I can only pray that the killer's marksmanship is bad enough, or that Mr. Steele is lucky enough. Felicity, we can only try to stop the damage from spreading, that's all. ”

Leo's attention has been on Walter Steele.

Oliver Quinn didn't arrive tonight, presumably due to the butterfly effect, and he didn't notice that someone was assassinating the bidder of Unistarch Industries.

Getting rid of the black cauldron above his head, and the gangsters against Martin Summers, took most of the vigilante's energy.

"Five minutes to go...... The killer will definitely act before the auction begins. ”

Leo squinted his eyes, scanning everything that was going on in the room.

Waiters mingle with guests, wealthy businessmen chatting and mingling, and notaries from the city government, including lawyers and accountants.

Time ticked forward, the hands ticked by, and Leo hovered beside Walter Steele as he took Felicity in his arms.

Such a move caused Thea to turn back frequently, wondering if this underage girl would have some kind of delusion because of this.

"Based on the calculation of the distance of the three towers, even a dead shooter needs a laser sight to correct the trajectory and confirm the target ......"

Leo's thoughts fluctuated, and the afterglow of his eyes swept over the champagne glasses on the waiter's tray, tiny dots of light piercing the walls of the glasses and landing on Walter's chest.

There seemed to be a gunshot in his ears, and almost subconsciously he rushed to the other party's side, kicking Oliver's stepfather to the ground.

If no bullets were fired at this time, I am afraid that Leo would have fallen into an extremely embarrassing situation......

Fortunately, the death shooter was very cooperative, and the 12.7mm caliber bullet was discharged, spinning at high speed and sweeping through the night wind, shattering the transparent glass curtain wall.

A mist of blood suddenly opened, and the major arteries of the victims of the shooting ruptured, causing blood to splatter from the wounds and bring out some debris of the organs.

The next moment!

The whole venue was screaming!