In the night, Lee was like a ghost, moving fast and slow among the ruins. He didn't like to rush at night, but now he only wanted to get to his destination as soon as possible.
Base N11 gradually drifted away behind him.
From the moment he took a shower at the base, Lee knew that the fate of Base N11 was already doomed. Even if Roxeland Corporation hadn't come, other organizations would come too. Except for himself, Lee had no power to save others, and it was even more impossible for him to fight against a big company as a client who had only done one transaction with Base N11.
He was not a fool.
Lee hadn't figured out the reason for sneaking back to Base N11. Fishing in troubled waters was not his style, especially in troubled waters made up of a company and a base.
It was very likely that the fish he fished out was not a common piece but a mutant crocodile.
For actions without reason, Lee would attribute them to intuition.
The woman who called herself Lily was an important reason why Lee wanted to leave as soon as possible.
The woman standing in the command vehicle and the girl who was drunk and indulged that night were almost completely two people.
Even if they had zero-distance contact, Lee couldn't find any ability in her at that time.
However, it was impossible for incapable people, especially women, to lead an army directly under the company, especially an army equipped with heavy weapons.
This could only show that Lily either possessed abilities above the third level, or had special abilities other than known ones.
Whatever the reason, it was not good news for Lee.
As long as the people in the N11 base didn't resist, Lily wouldn't order the massacre.
This was what Lee read from her eyes.
But what was this? A promise to him?
Any promise had a price. And what price did she want?
Besides, Lee never thought of himself as a savior.
Thinking of Lily's playful, wild, and confident eyes, like a cat looking at a mouse, Lee felt very uncomfortable.
He didn't like situations that he couldn't control, nor did he like being regarded as something at their mercy.
Under the darkness of night, all kinds of creatures were moving in the dark, and some of them were so sensitive that they could detect Lee's whereabouts. Creatures adept at moving at night liked to sneak up on the target before taking action. The most threatening distance for Lee's revolver was ten meters, and if he got closer, he could also use the dagger well.
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After a day and night of high-intensity trekking, a vibrant town appeared in Lee's vision.
This town was completely different from the dirty and messy settlements.
There was a barbed wire fence around the town, and a barricade was built with sandbags at the exit. There were several soldiers with guns guarding them.
At the four corners of the town, there were four concrete sentry towers with a height of seven or eight meters. The dark muzzle of the tower silently watched the empty wasteland.
In the center of the town, there was a very conspicuous ten-story building. The dark-blue glass curtain wall was spotlessly cleaned, and a huge billboard stood on the roof, with a sign of jumping flames on it, very eye-catching.
This was Aasimo, where Penn Corp. was headquartered.
Lee stopped hiding and walked towards Aasimo.
The guards were obviously impressed with Lee, and just routinely checked his license before letting him into Aasimo.
Aasimo was not too big, and about half of the area, including the headquarters building, belonged to the company's exclusive area, and only company members were allowed to enter and exit.
The remaining areas were distributed with hotels, bars, warehouses, parking lots, etc., for customers who came to trade with the company.
And the company's own members would also come to the entertainment area here to relax in their spare time.
Behind the headquarters building was a series of factories that produced all kinds of products ranging from cans, cement, and steel to weapons and equipment.
At the other end was a small power plant that provided power.
Of course, the scale of production here could not be compared with that of the old era, so there was no economy of scale.
But in turbulent times, it had to be like this.
To rebuild from the ruins, most of the necessary materials could only be produced by themselves. Although transactions were ubiquitous, no company would trade strategic materials to its opponents.
Like all companies, Penn Corp. also had its own armed forces.
This was a team of 150 people, all equipped with PE02 rifles produced by Penn Corp. itself. In Aasimo Town, in addition to three old-age howitzers, there was also an old-fashioned tank.
Under such force, none of the refugees dared to provoke Aasimo, not even staying within fifty kilometers of it.
Otherwise, they didn't know when they would encounter the company's patrol team, whether they would be expelled or killed directly, and they could only resign themselves to fate.
And Penn Corp. executives also understood that safety was the guarantee of profit, so they spared no effort to fight against the mobs entrenched around them.
Penn Corp.'s armed force was much stronger than that of Base N11, but it was not enough to take down Base N11 at a relatively small cost.
This was also the reason why the company did not attack the base.
On the other hand, there was an unpolluted water source underground in Aasimo. Although no one knew when the underground water would be radiated, at least in the immediate future, there was no need to lose a large number of well-trained fighters for water.
In Aasimo, one could resupply, buy weapons, work for Penn Corp., and find beautiful women or men.
Of course, the premise of the last item was to have money.
In the past three months, Lee had done three missions for Penn Corp. and turned in specimens of four new mutants to earn his license as a hunter and mercenary. Whether it was rounding up armed mobs or clearing specific areas, Lee did his part cleanly and meticulously, which allowed him to get his license earlier than anyone else and befriend Penn Corp.'s manager of outside hiring.
Although the word "friend" in this era was already a very rare term, Bourne, who was nearly bald, always considered himself a friend of Lee, and insisted that Lee accompany him to drink every time he returned to Aasimo.
This time, after Lee returned to Aasimo, there was no exception.
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