Anti-hero of a certain comic

Leo, who returned to White Manor, saw the huntress Helena half-reclining on the sofa, enjoying the warm heat emanating from the fireplace.

The tall and well-proportioned body curves were vaguely outlined by the bright firelight.

On the TV screen, a classic old drama "The Story of the Emergency Room" was playing.

Dr. Doug Ross, played by George Clooney, is showing his handsome and charming signature smile.

But the hostess on the sofa was obviously not paying attention to the TV series.

"I thought you wouldn't come back tonight."

Seeing Leo walk into the living room, Helena said with a half-smile.

The city vigilante, who had changed out of his uniform, was sitting on the sofa, with a hint of laziness in his tone.

It seemed that Helena already knew that after cutting off communication, Leo met the little princess of the Quinn family in the nightclub.

"Do I look so horny? I just put her in the apartment on Palm Street, and nothing else happened. And Thea is still a minor girl, and I don't want to be caught by Lance Police Probe and arrest.”

Leo put his coat on the sofa with a helpless smile on his face.

As the heir of a large family, his reputation in Star City is much better than that of Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne and the like.

The former did have a ridiculous experience, while the latter used it as a cover to hide Batman's identity.

It's just that Leo doesn't understand why these rich people use the "uneducated playboy" kind of persona?

Like him, he is keen to maintain his good image and always maintain the decency and honor that the White family has had for generations.

Therefore, Pierpont often said that if Leo was willing to participate in political campaigns, he would surely win the White House and become the youngest president.

"Sorry, I'm just judging based on common sense. Because with your personality, you wouldn't deliberately refuse an affair that comes to your door."

Helena said meaningfully, her head gently resting on Leo's legs, looking at him with her beautiful eyes.

The in-depth communication between them originated from a hormonal burst of passion.

This is how the Huntress and various stories came about.

"What kind of romance is this? Taking care of a drunken and rebellious girl? This is not sexy at all."

Leo shook his head and laughed, and continued: "And Thea didn't throw herself into my arms, she's just a homeless girl."

"It will happen sooner or later. You know, a little girl like her actually has an Electra complex deep inside her heart."

Helena draws on her experience as a woman, with a hint of teasing in her mouth.

"Lack of father's love, her brother disappeared for five years... Judging from these factors, it is normal for Thea to like mature men older than herself."

"So you plan to continue discussing this... underage girl's Electra complex with me?"

Leo was a little speechless. How come he hadn't noticed before that Helena, who had a cold temperament, still had this side.

Sure enough, all women have the potential to gossip?

"This is just...an academic discussion."

Helena chuckled and took Leo's tie, leading him to lower his head.

The two looked at each other, and the huntress's soft lips touched lightly, and then she took the initiative to suck.

Each other's breath sprayed on their faces, like mellow wine emitting a fragrant fragrance.

This passionate kiss lasted for about four to five minutes before the entangled lips and tongues slowly separated.

"Why are you so interested in Thea?"

Just when he was about to prepare for something more exciting to happen on the sofa, Leo suddenly frowned and asked.

Could it be that Helena was really led astray by Nissa?

A pair of white arms hugged his neck, and the blazing fire in the fireplace reflected the slightly cold and delicate face.

Helena tilted her head slightly, leaned against Leo's ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Because I am the same as Thea, because you...have made up for the missing role of 'father' in my life."

…………

Two weeks later, Louisiana.

"Is this the parish of Taylorborn?"

Leo was sitting on a twin-rotor helicopter, overlooking the land below through the open hatch.

Like a vast land, most of the houses below were submerged by the sea, leaving only a few winding roads.

As a Catholic parish, this place looks a bit too desolate.

"Yes. It's only a few minutes to Île Jean-Charles, where Bellevue prison is located."

the driver in front replied.

In the gloomy sky, the helicopter looked like a tiny bird that would sooner or later be swallowed up by the accumulated clouds above.

The dark clouds are like piled mountains, and a heavy rain is brewing in them.

"Why is this place like this?"

Leo couldn't help but asked curiously.

The cold wind howling outside was like a knife, violently lifting the collar.

Schrödinger, who was lying in his arms, twisted a few times, and his little body shrank toward a warmer place.

“This is all thanks to the government!”

The driver said slightly sarcastically.

Ile Jean-Charles was originally a rich marshland on the edge of the bay, and the families who settled here made a living by fishing and oyster farming.

Since there was no industry or pollution in this sea area at that time, fishermen could easily dig a hole in the swamp and catch a large number of freshwater fish with a delicate taste and no fishy smell. The quality of life can be said to be quite superior.

However, the good times did not last long. The U.S. government, which was in desperate need of oil and gas, discovered immeasurable resources here.

In order to facilitate the extraction and transportation of oil and natural gas, local government officials took the initiative to build a man-made channel connecting to the Gulf of Mexico.

In the past, the prosperous swamp was covered with dense pipelines. In the following 30 years, the man-made waterway was expanded three times.

In the end, the seawater intruded and submerged Jean-Charles Island, and 50% of the land here disappeared in just over 90.00 years.

It is said that as of 1977, the government had extracted at least 8 million barrels of oil and 5 million cubic meters of natural gas on Jean-Charles Island, and this was far from the limit.

It was not until the federal government ordered a ban on the exploitation of domestic resources and switched everything to imports to ensure the supply of resources during emergencies that peace was restored to this once prosperous land.

But the residents who used to live here have left one after another, or moved to the few lands that were not flooded, struggling to survive on relief funds.

Because of this, Taylorborn Parish was sparsely populated, so the military built a secret prison here.

On the surface it is a public sanatorium, but in fact it is a strict prison specially used to hold felons.

"Is that Bellelive?"

After hearing the true story, Leo didn't comment much.

Politics itself is dirty, and those officials who are motivated by profit do not care about the residents of Jean-Charles Island.

Although they received a generous compensation, the home they once lived in has been changed beyond recognition.

Leo looked at the building complex standing not far away. It was located on a piece of land exposed above the water, with patrol boats going back and forth around it.

Only when the helicopter landed steadily at the airport did he get a glimpse of the true appearance of this secret prison.

There are strong and towering high-walled grids, heavily armed patrol guards, and modified jeeps patrolling on all sides, with four to six security personnel sitting on them.

"Welcome to Bellleaf."

Amanda Waller had been waiting for a long time. When she saw Leo getting off the helicopter, she walked up to say hello.

The top manager of the Sky Eye Society is a slightly fat black woman.

The sharp eyes and serious face give people a feeling that they are not easy to contact.

The name Amanda Waller has received mixed reviews within the Pentagon.

Some generals recognized her efficiency and outstanding ability, as well as her resolute personal style; other senior officials of the Ministry of National Defense believed that this woman was very radical in her work.

However, due to the strong support of General Colin White, Amanda Waller gradually gained a foothold in the Pentagon.

The Tianyan Society has gradually grown in recent years, getting rid of the embarrassing situation of being stretched thin in the past.

"Long time no see, Amanda."

Leo showed a relaxed smile and shook hands slightly.

Schrödinger lay obediently on his shoulder, like a huge black ball of wool.