As if to confirm Bourne's words, with a bang, a bottle of real old-time brandy was placed in front of Lee, and a half-drunk young woman sat next to him, almost whispering into his ear: "Hey! Pretty boy, would you like to have a drink together? You see, this alcohol is good, and so am I!"
Even by Aasimo's standards, this woman was indeed good. If it was normal, perhaps Lee, who had just completed the task, would be interested in venting his accumulated desire.
But the time she showed up tonight was really bad.
She sat down just after Bourne finished saying that. Not only was Lee not aroused by the slightest desire, but he was not even in the mood to deal with her.
The trouble always seemed to come with the women.
Before Lee could figure out how to refuse, a big black-haired hand pressed down on the glass in Lee's hand, crushing the galss heavily to the bar counter. Then, the guy's black-haired hand flicked in mid-air flauntingly, with glass shards falling to the ground, and there was no scratch on his palm.
Standing behind Lee was a brawny man with a height of two meters, with only a leather vest on his muscular upper body. He stared at Lee like a bear, and said viciously: "Boy! Are you seducing the woman I like?"
The whole bar fell silent, almost everyone was looking at this side. There were hunters, warriors, women who had to earn tomorrow's bread, and many Penn Corp. employees.
The security guard stood by the wall with his arms folded, looking like he was waiting to see a nice show.
"You dirtied my glass." Lee said calmly. His voice was soft and sweet, full of magnetism, which made the half-drunk woman's eyes shine.
"Bastard! What are you talking about?" The sturdy man felt insulted, the thick veins on his neck kept throbbing, and the muscles on his body wriggled as if they were full of bugs.
The people in the bar immediately let out a loud roar, whispering and discussing. His muscles had reached such an abnormal level, indicating that this guy had strengthened his strength to the third level.
In Aasimo, no matter which third level of the ability domain one had, although it couldn't be said that they could ride roughshod over others, at least no one was willing to provoke them casually.
The heavy-set man coughed a few times, and a mouthful of thick phlegm reached his throat. He was going to spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the face of the thin, fair-faced boy, and then break his neck with a punch.
However, the phlegm reached his throat, but it was impossible to spit it out ever.
The tough guy's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were rounded, he stared at the modified revolver inserted deep in his mouth, and he didn't know how this gun appeared.
However, the huge gun body of nearly fifty centimeters reminded him all the time that this revolver could easily smash his head, not more difficult than smashing a cup.
With a light click, Lee snapped the hammer. The strong man's face immediately turned pale. With hardly any time for the guy to think, Lee had already pulled the trigger!
Click!
The sound of the hammer falling was completely overwhelmed by the earth-shattering screams of the tough guy, but there was no gunshot that should have been louder.
The tough guy who had passed out fell to the ground, knocked over two tables, and brought down several wine bottles and countless cups.
The screams of the women in the bar kept coming and going, and it was unknown whether they were frightened by the tough guy or cheering for Lee.
Lee picked up the very expensive bottle of brandy on the table, poured some on the muzzle of the gun, and lit it. He didn't open the cylinder until the light blue flame was burnt out, and reloaded the six cartridges in the palm of his right hand.
Anyone who had stayed in Aasimo for a long time basically knew not to provoke Lee easily. This strangely dressed young person looked calm and gentle, even a little cowardly, but in fact, he was ruthless.
This brawny man had only been in Aasimo for a few days and didn't know this, so everyone in the bar was waiting to see what would happen to him.
After such a fuss, the drink was of course undrinkable.
Lee left the bar alone and walked to the hotel where he was staying.
He was going to sort out his equipment, make a plan for the supplies that needed to be replenished, and then sell the genetic modification potion tomorrow.
After replenishing the materials and ammunition, he was going to leave Aasimo.
After leaving, Lee had no intention of coming back.
Although this meant that the hard-earned Penn Corp. license had actually become a blank paper, Lee did not regret it.
He didn't like to cause trouble very much, and Lillian, who held a high position in Roxeland Corporation, possessed all the characteristics of trouble.
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The night passed quickly.
At 9:30 the next day, shortly after most shops in Aasimo opened, Lee had already done everything he needed to do.
The 4,000 dallers he received from the sale of the genetic modification potion were exchanged for two pieces of ceramic bulletproof plates, a set of precision tools, and hundreds of special bullets.
After buying these, Lee became destitute again.
In this era, there were no banks, and only coins were in circulation.
A lot of money meant an unbearable weight, so it made sense to spend it up as soon as possible.
What was more, there were too many places for Lee to use his money. At least in the foreseeable future, he would not have the problem of having money but nowhere to spend it.
At 9:40, Lee was fully equipped, wrapped in a heavy cloak, and walked towards the exit of Aasimo.
Less than a hundred meters away from the exit, Lee suddenly stopped.
The ground trembled slightly, and billowing smoke and dust floated in the distance.
Then the roar of the engine came from far away, tearing the tranquility of Aasimo in the morning.
The soldiers guarding the exit became nervous, and ran behind the chest barrier one after another, aiming their weapons at the billowing smoke and dust.
Amid the almost crazy roar of the engines, two off-road vehicles jumped out of the smoke and rushed towards Aasimo, raging. Behind their trembling bodies, two smoke dragons were pulled out.
These two off-road vehicles were equipped with bulletproof armor, which made the light weapons of the Aasimo guards hardly pose any threat to them.
However, the 12.7MM anti-aircraft machine guns mounted on their carriages could penetrate the chest barrier made of sandbags easily.
The faces of the Aasimo guards were pale, and sweat poured from their helmets. The black muzzles of the two anti-aircraft machine guns made their lives truly threatened, and the striking rumbling tank logo on the off-road vehicles made them dare not pull the trigger easily.
The rumbling tank logo was the mark of Roxeland Corporation.
Suddenly, a tyrannosaurus roared upward in the smoke and dust, and the roar immediately overshadowed the rage of two running off-road vehicles.
Then a sport motorcycle painted in deep black suddenly rushed out of the dust cloud, passed two off-road vehicles at an incredible speed, and headed straight for Aasimo!
This sports motorcycle was wildly modified, and the roar of the engine was a perfect match for its incredible speed.
The rider on the bike didn't seem to see the guards guarding the chest barrier at all, and charged straight in. It wasn't until it rushed into the gate of Aasimo that the rider tilted and pressed the brake pedal!
The ear-piercing scream of metal friction shrouded the entire Aasimo in an instant. The glass windows of the houses near the gate burst one after another, and the sport motorcycle kicked up dust clouds soaring into the sky!
After nearly 100 meters of painful and trembling braking, the body of the bike straightened lightly with the last bit of kinetic energy, fully demonstrating the near-perfect handling skills of the rider.
The bike stopped squarely less than three meters away from Lee.
The rider on the motorcycle wore a set of dark-black skin-tight leather jacket and pants, which perfectly outlined the curve of the body full of explosive power, and the legs straddling the bike fully indicated their proud length.
She wasn't wearing a helmet, and her short chestnut hair flew wildly in the strong wind.
The crotch rocket roared lowly from time to time, causing more and more onlookers to feel the heavy shock in their chests.
This was clearly a wild beast that refused to hibernate!
In front of everyone, Lillian pointed at Lee and said word for word: "From now on, you are mine!"
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