"Let's talk again, shall we?"

Chato Santana breathed hard, her slightly blurred vision filled with Leo's youthful face.

The other party had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely indifferent.

Chato had no doubt that the hand around his neck would end his life at any moment.

That calm expression was not a fierce threat or persecution, but more like a cold death notice.

The vengeful demon couldn't help but recall what had happened in the tank a few minutes ago—

A crimson glow emerged from Leo's body, like a flowing liquid, emitting an obscure aura that seemed to be absent.

It then condensed into a huge palm and slammed Chato Santana against the wall of the tank.

Although a strong fire erupted from his body, the heat released to scorch the small space inside the tank.

The heat wave is surging, enough to melt steel and evaporate water!

But the crimson glow lingered around Leo's body, like a strong and tenacious protective film, keeping the blazing flames out from the outside.

The heat of the rolling approach, the intense release of flames, did not interfere with the other party in the slightest.

Even the black cat lying on Leo's shoulder didn't react, just scratched its upturned beard with its paws.

"We can talk calmly now."

Ignoring the surprised stares of Amanda Waller and Flegg on the side, Leo dragged Chato Santana into a car.

Then start the engine and go to a nearby prison block and enter an unoccupied cell.

"I'm a lot of the time, I'm a reasonable person, so I hope you'll reconsider your previous proposal."

Leo hugged the well-behaved Schrödinger and looked at the silent Chato Santana.

"The way you reason with your fists is very much like the friends I know! They like to use pistols and daggers to 'reason' with innocent passers-by, and take each other's wallets and jewelry by the way! ”

Chato Santana said sarcastically.

The anger in his eyes had gradually subsided.

The inner hell tells Chato that he can't burn the bastard in front of him to a charred pulp, while the other party can beat him all over the ground to find his teeth.

So after calming down, Chato Santana also had no idea of revenge.

Born as a street gangster, he understands that what a big fist is the last word.

If you can't beat it, then admit it obediently.

That's the survival rule of the gangsters.

"I use my fists, just so that people can better listen to me."

Leo had a faint smile on his face, and Schrödinger in his arms meowed, as if in agreement.

"What if you want to communicate with a friend you don't know, but they don't cooperate? The answer is to beat it up first. ”

Chato Santana thought about it and thought that Leo had some point.

When he used to be in a street gang, every time he couldn't communicate with others, he would show the pistol at his waist.

The two sides yelled at each other to see which side had more people or guns, and if there was not much difference, then sprayed a few words at each other and dispersed.

Later, Chato was possessed by a vengeful demon and became the leader of a youth criminal gang in Los Angeles, rapidly expanding his territory.

Whoever dares to resist, or to stop it, will burn everything with fire!

In the eyes of the gangsters, or the underworld, violence is the common language.

It was with this that Chato Santana dominated the entire Los Angeles gang and became a generation of gangsters.

"I will not be someone else's weapon, even if your fists are harder than mine! Dude, the reason I'm staying in this prison is because I don't want to do more harm. ”

Chato shook his head again in refusal, saying that he did not want to accept Leo's recruitment.

"I have done so many wrong things and ruined my beautiful life, God has given me this strength, but it is also an indelible curse. I just want to die peacefully in my life. ”

"No, you don't want to."

Leo interrupted Chato Santana's words in a more powerful voice.

"You just want peace of mind, but you can't get any relief by putting yourself in a cage. In the dead of night, you will still recall the faces of the people you have hurt, whose faces are so clear that you are deeply guilty and unable to extricate yourself. ”

Chato Santana had a complicated expression, his throat rolling, as if he wanted to say something.

"You have a chance to save yourself, not to kill, not to be used as a weapon, but as some kind of positive person - you can choose to be a hero."

Leo patted the other man on the shoulder and continued, "No one can force you to make a decision, but do you really want to stay in that rusty tank like a caveman?" Listen to your inner voice, Chato Santana. ”

A few minutes later, Leo walked out of the cell, leaving the hesitant vengeful demon in his cell.

He didn't want to worry about the other party escaping, and if Chato Santana wanted to escape from prison, he wouldn't wait until today.

"I never knew you were still a magician?"

Amanda Waller looked at Leo in front of her with a re-examining gaze.

She waved for Colonel Flegg to set up a water cannon and liquid nitrogen around the cell in case Chato-Santana made some trouble.

His eyes were always fixed on Leo, and the expression on his face was slightly complicated.

"Then you don't know that my first girlfriend is a female magician in Las Vegas."

Leo shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't mind exposing his hole cards to Amanda Waller.

Hiding himself and hiding behind the scenes is not really his personal style.

In the early stage, you may be able to avoid unnecessary troubles by keeping a low profile.

But you don't need to get through the initial phase!

In this new era of superheroes that are about to be accepted by the masses and recognized.

Leo wants to take the initiative to stand in front of the stage and strive to become the spokesman of the Pentagon, the White House, and even the world.

It's like the black director on the set next door!

Grab power, rise to status, and go further.

That's what Leo really aims.

"Then you have a lot of girlfriends, I thought that the martial artists and mafia daughters of the East were enough to make you tired of coping."

Amanda Waller is a pun, and she naturally knows about Leo's private life.

To be honest, compared to the wealth and status of the heir of this large family, Leo's personal private life is actually not complicated.

At least in the eyes of most people, a young rich man like him should live a corrupt life of spending time and drinking, drunk and gold-obsessed.

Instead of torn between superheroes and villains, enjoy a stealthy life where danger and excitement coexist.

"Put Chato Santana on the list, and he'll definitely agree to join my team."

Leo smiled slightly, diverting the subject.

He didn't want to tell the black woman in front of him some adult-oriented meat jokes.

"So sure? That's a diehard. ”

Amanda Waller asked with a frown.

If it was just a tough way to use the threat of violence, she had tried it before.

For example, put Chato Santana in a cell in a cryogenic environment, or soak in a water cell.

Through this rough way, he tried to make the other party submit and do things for the Tianyan Society.

It's a pity that in the end, it has little effect, and it has no other effect than to provoke the raging anger of this vengeful demon.

"There is also a soft place in the heart of the diehard. Some of the prisoners held here were violent and wealthy, some were just enjoying their crimes—but before they became such people, they also dreamed of being popular heroes, or longing for the cheers and applause of the masses. ”

Leo glanced up at the gloomy sky and said softly, "Most of the bad guys will go to a worse life, and that's because they lack the opportunity to choose. ”

"And I don't mind giving them a chance—if they're smart enough."