Anti-hero of a certain comic

"How about we talk again?"

Chatto Santana breathed hard, her slightly blurred vision filled with Leo's young face.

There was a smile on the other side's lips, but his eyes were extremely indifferent.

Chatto had no doubt that the hand on his neck would end his life at any time.

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

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

A deep red light emerged from Leo's body, like a flowing liquid, exuding a faint and obscure aura.

Then it condensed into a huge palm and suddenly pressed Chatto Santana against the wall of the water tank.

Although his body was glowing with intense fire, the high temperature was scorching the small space inside the water tank.

The heat waves are surging, enough to melt steel and evaporate water!

But the crimson light lingered on Leo's body, like a strong and tenacious protective film, isolating the blazing flames from the outside.

The rolling approaching heat and the intensely released flames could not disturb the other party at all.

Even the black cat lying on Leo's shoulder showed no reaction and just scratched its raised whiskers with its paw.

"Now we can talk calmly for a while."

Ignoring the surprised looks of Amanda Waller and Flagg, Leo dragged Chatto Santana into a car.

Then he started the engine, went to the nearby prison area, and entered an empty cell.

"I am a person who is willing to be reasonable most of the time, so I hope you can reconsider your previous proposal."

Leo held the well-behaved Schrödinger and looked at the silent Chatto Santana.

"The way you use your fists to reason is very similar to those friends I know! They like to use pistols and daggers to 'reason' with innocent passers-by, while taking away their wallets and jewelry!"

Chatto-Santana said sarcastically.

The anger in his eyes gradually subsided.

The evil spirit of hell deep in his heart told Chato that he could not burn the bastard in front of him into a ball of charcoal, but the other party could beat him to pieces.

So after calming down, Chatto Santana no longer had any thoughts of revenge.

Coming from a street gangster background, he understands clearly what it means to have a big fist.

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

This is the survival rule of small gangsters.

"I use my fists just to make people listen to me better."

A faint smile appeared on Leo's face, and Schrodinger meowed in his arms, as if in agreement.

"What if you want to communicate with a stranger and the other person doesn't cooperate? The answer is to beat him up first."

When Chatto Santana thought about it carefully, he actually thought that what Leo said made sense.

When he was in a street gang, every time he couldn't communicate with others, he would show off the pistol on his waist.

The two sides yelled at each other to see which side had more people or more guns. If the difference was not big, they would yell at each other and disperse.

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

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

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

It was precisely with this that Chatto Santana dominated the entire Los Angeles gang and became a generational gang boss.

"I will not become someone else's weapon, even if your fist is harder than mine! Man, the reason why I stay in this prison honestly is because I don't want to cause more harm."

Chatto shook his head and refused again, saying that he did not want to accept Leo's recruitment.

"I have done too many wrong things and ruined my once beautiful life. God gave me this power, but it is also an indelible curse. I just want to die peacefully in this life."

"No, you don't want to."

Leo used more forcefully

The voice interrupted Chatto Santana's words.

"You just long for inner peace, but you can't get any relief by locking yourself in a cage. You will still recall those people you have hurt in the dead of night. Their faces are so clear that you It makes you feel deeply guilty and unable to extricate yourself.”

Chatto Santana had a complicated expression. His throat was rolling, as if he wanted to say something.

"You have a chance to save yourself, not to kill people, 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 party's shoulder and continued: "No one can force you to make a decision, but do you really want to stay in that rusty water tank like a caveman? Listen to your inner voice. Chatto Santana.”

A few minutes later, Leo walked out of the prison area, leaving the hesitant revenge demon in the cell.

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

"I never knew you were a magician?"

Amanda Waller looked at Leo in front of her with a new look.

She waved to Colonel Flagg to deploy high-pressure water cannons and liquid nitrogen around the cell to prevent Chato Santana from causing any trouble.

But his eyes were always staring at Leo, with a slightly complicated expression on his face.

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

Leo shrugged, as if he didn't mind exposing his trump card to Amanda Waller.

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

You may be able to avoid unnecessary trouble by keeping a low profile in the early stage.

But it’s not necessary to get through the initial stages!

In this new era where superheroes are about to be accepted and recognized by the public.

Leo wants to take the initiative to stand on stage and strive to become the spokesperson for the Pentagon, the White House, and even countries around the world.

Just like the black director on the set next door!

Seize power, rise in status, and go further.

This is Leo's true goal.

"Then you have quite a lot of girlfriends. I thought the Eastern martial artists and mafia daughters would be enough for you to handle."

Amanda Waller made a pun, and she naturally knew about Leo's private life.

To be honest, compared to the wealth and status possessed by the heirs of this big family, Leo's personal life is actually not complicated.

At least in the eyes of most people, a young rich man like him should live a decadent life of debauchery and extravagance.

Instead of dealing with superheroes and villains, enjoy a secret life where danger and excitement coexist.

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

Leo smiled slightly and changed the topic.

He didn't want to make some adult-oriented dirty jokes with the black woman in front of him.

"So sure? That's a stubborn person who doesn't know how to do anything."

Amanda Waller asked with a frown.

If it was just a tough approach using the threat of violence, then she had tried it before.

For example, putting Chatto Santana in a cell with a low temperature environment, or immersing him in a water prison.

Through this rough method, he tried to make the other party submit and do things for the Sky Eye Society.

Unfortunately, it had little effect in the end. It had no other effect except arousing the raging anger of this revengeful demon.

"There is also a soft place deep in the hearts of die-hards. Some of the prisoners held here advocate violence, some love fame and wealth, and some just enjoy crime - but before they became such people, they also had Ever dreamed of being a popular hero, or looked forward to the cheers and applause of the public."

Leo looked up at the gloomy sky and said softly: "Most bad guys will lead a worse life because they lack the opportunity to choose."

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