As soon as night fell, he was dragged into the bar by Bourne.
The bar was dimly lit, reeking of alcohol and hormones, and scantily clad women shuttled to and fro, trying to find men who would pay for their services tonight.
On a small stage, two almost naked dancers writhed their bodies crazily. Under the combined effects of hallucinogens and alcohol, they could dance crazily for two hours, and then they would be carried down after exhaustion. There were quite a few men who liked to vent their desires on their extremely tired bodies.
Of course, these dancers were all good-looking, and their worth naturally matched their faces and figures.
Bourne loved the atmosphere of decadence, lust, and obscenity that permeated here very much. Every time he came, he would order a large bottle of strong whiskey.
To be sure, it was not the high-end products left over from the old times, but the alcohol produced by Aasimo itself. This spirit did not have the rich fruity aroma of old-age whiskeys, but at least it was strong enough.
Lee didn't like this place.
The smell here was so thick that it was almost insoluble. For most people, it was nearly equivalent to hallucinogens and aphrodisiacs, but for Lee's oversensitive senses, it was a complete torture.
Also, every time he saw Bourne ordering that 90-daller bottle of whiskey, he would involuntarily equate this bottle of spirit with 20 rounds of custom-made ammunition, or two high-explosive grenades.
In the wilderness, the ammunition would often save Lee's life, while the whiskey would not.
As long as there was a glass of alcohol, Bourne would open up a chatterbox, talking non-stop, half of which was about various heroic deeds of his youth, and the other half was about numerous trivial things that had happened to Aasimo during this time.
These were not what Lee was interested in at all, so he kept quiet most of the time, just listening quietly.
He knew that Bourne just needed an audience.
In Aasimo, Bourne was no small man.
This bald old man in charge of Penn Corp.'s foreign employment business was the one who could decide the fate of many mercenaries and hunters.
The first time Lee had a drink with him was because he felt he owed him a favor. When calculating the reward for his first mission, Bourne gave Lee the commission he deserved without deducting it for any reason.
In Lee's experience, not skimping was a favor in itself.
After one drink, Bourne claimed to be friends with Lee.
Since then, drinking had become a matter of course, and Lee owed more and more favors.
These favors included not deducting Lee's mission rewards every time, arranging more suitable missions for him, and generously using company rules to give him more points after each mission.
Points meant an increase in license level and discounts on purchasing supplies from Penn Corp.
Bourne had good reasons for doing this, and Lee accepted.
He needed money, and he needed a lot of money.
Although the rate of earning money was several times that of other hunters, Lee still had no savings, and he couldn't even afford better firearms.
Even though, he still aroused the jealousy of other hunters and mercenaries, and was ambushed and hunted down three times in one month.
Lee returned to Aasimo on time every time according to his schedule, but the people who had chased him never appeared again.
Bourne poured himself a full glass of whisky, let out a sigh of contentment, and said to Lee, "Hey boy, you said you messed with Roxeland Corporation? I've heard of it. It's a real big corp., mainly engaged in steel and ore, and has raised an army of hundreds of people. The only good news is that it is far away from here. It is so far away that it's impossible to drive their tanks here, and we not only have a tank, but also some cannons!"
Lee smiled, shaking the glass in his hand gently.
Bourne had already swilled most of the bottle of whisky, and there was still more than half of the first glass in his hand.
Whether it was a tank or a cannon, even if Penn Corp. now owned an armed helicopter, it had nothing to do with him.
There was no way Penn Corp. would run afoul of other companies for him who was only an insignificant peripheral mercenary.
"By the way, kid! You just said… what's the name of that Roxeland Corporation woman?" Bourne asked while hiccupping. Without waiting for Lee to answer, he laughed out loud by himself, and said while laughing, "You won't be so lucky to have offended General Butcher of Roxeland, right?"
"She said her name was Lily." Lee said calmly.
"Lily!!" Bourne's mouth suddenly opened wide, almost swallowing the glass in front of him!
Sweat continued to flow from Bourne's bald head, and the drunkenness that had already reached 70% or 80% suddenly became sober.
Bourne stared at Lee for a while, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a wry smile, "You're really 'lucky'. You actually got into trouble with the most unfavorable General Butcher in Roxeland. That's right, her name is Lillian, Lillian Mill, not Lily. From what you said, I knew it must be her!"
Lee quietly waited for Bourne's next words, such as some past deeds of General Butcher, what kind of abilities she had, etc.
This was very important information for him.
However, Bourne was about to say something, but looked around, sighed, and closed his mouth.
Lee was still shaking the glass in his hand.
Although Bourne didn't say anything, he knew that Bourne probably didn't know much either. Being able to become an army commander in a big company like Roxeland must be remarkable, otherwise, how could she deter those lawless high-ranking elite fighters?
Moreover, she had had close contact with Lee, but Lee couldn't detect her ability.
Such a person, especially one who was still very young, must have a much higher status in the company than Bourne. If trouble really came to his door, not to mention Bourne, even Penn Corp. might not be able to help him.
Recalling the two encounters with Lillian, what Lee remembered most was the wildness and persistence hidden in her eyes. Lee had no doubts that she had the determination to live up to her words to the end.
As for himself, it seemed that Lillian only gnashed her teeth and said a cruel word that needed to be completed:
"Lee, I'm going to rape you one day!"
Lee suddenly felt tiny beads of sweat oozing from his palms, and felt very uncomfortable.
Just at this time, Bourne suddenly stared at Lee carefully, with an ambiguous smile gradually appearing on his face. He deliberately lowered his voice, and said quietly: "Maybe it's not all a bad thing. If you really fall into the hands of the General Butcher, she probably won't want to kill you. Hey! I'm an experienced person, listen to me, if it really comes, you must definitely struggle. Appropriate resistance can add a lot of fun! And I heard that if you only look at women from the perspective of a man, Lillian is definitely a beauty."
Of course, Lee didn't tell Bourne what happened that night at Base N11, so he couldn't help feeling a little bit dumbfounded after hearing Bourne's words.
In the bar, of course, he couldn't put on that heavy felt cloak anymore, but instead wore a camouflage combat uniform that was very popular among hunters and mercenary fighters, and he wore a pair of black leather gloves on his hands. Although half of his face was still covered with bandages, his pale golden hair, green left eye, and slightly thin lips were still quite attractive. The black patch over his right eye gave him a rough, mysterious look.