"Tick ......... Tick......... Tick ........." The sound of blood dripping to the ground was particularly clear in the silence of the small room. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Heavy breathing sounded with the sound of blood dripping, and the middle-aged man tied to the chair looked up at the man sitting in front of him.

He was smiling in a suit and leather shoes, but in his hand he held a pitch-black compound bow and a pitch-black feather arrow.

"Malcolm Merlin, your heart is too big." A low, hoarse voice sounded, and the smile on Malcolm's face grew, "I knew you were going to speak, my dear friend, please tell me what you want to do in my city?" ”

"Your city?" The middle-aged man, who was almost pierced by feather arrows all over his body, endured the pain, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a sarcastic arc: "When did this city belong to you Malcolm Merlin?" Not to mention the military of Starling City, even at your level, the power and wealth of the Quinn family are not comparable to you, and I am curious what gave you the confidence to say this. ”

"You don't have to try to provoke me, you don't have to try to know something from me that you shouldn't know, now I'm asking, you answer, understand?" The left hand holding the pitch-black feather arrow was raised, and the glittering arrow plunged straight into the middle-aged man's left arm, and the splattered blood stained the snow-white walls and glued Malcolm's blue suit.

"Shhh

It has to be said that people in the military who have undergone special training are different, and even sudden high-intensity pain can be endured.

And the middle-aged man's angry eyes and hideous face finally made Malcolm Merlin put away the disgusting smirk on his face.

"He's handed it over to you, no matter what method is used, I must know what the military people want to do in this city." Against the backdrop of the blood-stained suit, Malcolm, who put away his hypocritical smile, was cold and terrifying.

"Yes."

There was an answer from outside the door, pushing open the door, looking at the five people rushing in, Malcolm had a cold face, took off his blood-stained suit, and put it on the bleeding head of the middle-aged man.

Poke Hill, what the hell are you doing in Starling?

Cold eyes glanced back at the miserable middle-aged man in the room, took the new suit handed by his hand, and Malcolm left.

Jace Quinn escaped death from the kidnappers again, and as a close friend of Robert Quinn, it was obvious that he couldn't make sense not to pay a visit to Jace.

However, who kidnapped Jace this time? I don't remember ordering them to tie up Jace.

The black Bentley was driving smoothly down the road, sitting in the back seat and looking out the window, Malcolm was lost in thought.

Ever since he learned a week ago that a military project with a huge investment would be conducted in Starling City through some special channels, Malcolm immediately stopped all plans for the Quinn family.

Although he didn't know why and what the purpose of the military chose to implement this plan in Starling City, Malcolm's intuition told him that the implementation of this plan was inseparable from them, the wealthy people in Starling City, and in order to find out the bottom of the military so that his partners could take the position, Malcolm could only temporarily put all actions against the Quinn family on hold.

The time to press Moira Quinn can be postponed, but the opportunity for Poke Hill's side is not a regular one.

After receiving the news from his partner tonight, Malcolm had planned to lead someone to intercept the truck bound for Starling City before Pock Hill and the others, but when he arrived, his goal was a mess.

An empty wagon, a barely flawed soldier, that's what Malcolm gets.

Who is it that is ahead of me?

The index finger unconsciously tapped on his thigh, and Malcolm fell into deep thought.

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The moonlight of the night sprinkled the earth, casting a white veil over the blood-drenched ground, and the silence filled the streets of Starling, and the next moment, this quiet silver veil was torn apart by the roar of the engine.

"Boom!"

The sudden noise exploded like thunder, and the people in their sleep were all awakened, and when they found that it was three jeeps with potholes, they chose to turn a blind eye, and if they were a little warm-hearted, they at most dialed the police number.

"How? Dump them?! In the leading jeep, Poke Hill, who was in the passenger seat, clutched his special pistol, tried his best to steady his messy breathing, and asked.

"Dumped, sir." After taking the truck around several times before driving into the city, Amanda replied with confidence.

After receiving Amanda's affirmative answer, Poke Hill breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense muscles showed signs of easing.

Who the hell is it?

Who the hell intercepted the military's stuff?!

Looking gloomily at the night scene outside the car window, Bock Hill's anger increased exponentially, but he didn't think long before a gunshot interrupted his rhythm again.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire in the night sky, there was a "creaking" sound of the tire rubbing against the ground after the explosion cracked!

"Damn it! There are still people in the city with those bastards!! ”

The sudden puncture caused Poke Hill's body to lean forward irrepressibly, and in the next second, a roar was heard, and at the same time as the roar, there was the sound of the special bulletproof glass breaking in the car window.

"Bang!"

"Quick, change direction!!"

"I understand, sir!"

Amanda Waller, who was also anxious, ignored the blown tire, stepped on the accelerator and slammed the steering wheel, and the jeep, which was bumpy in the body, quickly turned the car around and drove in the other direction.

"You'd better hurry, Amanda, I'm not one of those monsters with the ability to recover."

As the jeep turned into another intersection, Poke Hill raised his bloodied left arm with difficulty and said with a gloomy face.

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"Yo, right in the bull's-eye." Seeing the jeep that had turned around in the scope, Gao Li casually threw the sniper rifle in his hand and blew a loud slogan.

"So, is it better to take advantage of the victory?" After whistling, Gao Li turned his head to look at Vanessa who appeared behind him at some point, a burgundy dress that was particularly gorgeous in the moonlight.

"No, our purpose is just to draw Poke Hill's attention to Vandal Savage in order to give ourselves a chance to develop steadily, and of course, all this is provided that what you say is correct." Beautiful eyes glanced at Gao Li with deep meaning, and Vanessa's face was unpredictable.

"This is the first thing I did for you, how can I lie to anyone." Shrugged indifferently, remembering what Savage had said earlier, the reason for killing Pok Hill, the corners of Gao Li's mouth curled up more and more, until he laughed out loud.

"I never lie."