In the night, William was like a ghost, moving fast and slow among the ruins. He doesn't like to rush at night, but now he wants to get to his destination as soon as possible.
The N11 base gradually drifted away behind William. From the moment he took a shower at the base, William knew that the fate of the N11 base was already doomed. It wasn't the Roxland Company that came, but other organizations. Apart from himself, William has no ability to save other people, and it is even more impossible for him to fight against a company for a customer who has only done one transaction for the N11 base. He is not a fool.
The reason why William dived back to the N11 base has not yet been figured out. It is not his style to fish in troubled waters, especially the troubled waters composed of a company and a base. The mutated crocodile that came out of it is likely to be a mutant crocodile. Actions without reason, William will attribute it to intuition.
The woman who called herself Sophia was an important reason why William wanted to leave as soon as possible. Sophia standing on the command vehicle was almost completely different from the drunken woman that night. Even with zero-distance contact, William hadn't discovered the ability in her at the time. However, it is impossible for incapable people, especially women, to lead an army directly under the company, especially an army equipped with heavy weapons. This can only show that Sophia either has abilities above the third level, or has special abilities beyond known abilities. Whatever the reason, it's not good news for William.
As long as the people in the N11 base do not resist, Sophia will not order the massacre, this is the message William read from her eyes. But what is this, a promise to William? Any promise has a price, what price does she want? What's more, William never thought of himself as the savior.
Thinking of Sophia's playful, wild, and confident eyes, like a cat looking at a mouse, William felt very uncomfortable. He doesn't like situations that he can't control, and he doesn't like being regarded as something in his pocket.
Under the night, all kinds of creatures were moving in the dark, and some of them were so sensitive that they could detect William's whereabouts. Creatures that are good at moving at night like to sneak up on the target and then act. The most threatening distance of William's pistol is ten meters. If he gets closer, he can use that dagger well.
After a day and night of intense trekking, a vibrant town appeared in William's vision. This town is completely different from the dirty and messy settlements. There is a barbed wire fence around the town, and a barricade is built with sandbags at the exit. There are several soldiers with guns guarding them. At the four corners of the town, there is a concrete building A sentry tower 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 is a very conspicuous ten-story building, the dark blue glass curtain wall is spotlessly cleaned, and a huge billboard stands on the roof, with the sign of jumping flames on it very eye-catching.
This is Asmo, the location of Penn Corporation's headquarters.
William stopped hiding and walked towards Asmo. The soldiers on guard were obviously impressed with William, and just routinely checked his license before letting him into Asmer.
Asmo is not too big, and about half of the area, including the headquarters building, belongs to the company's exclusive area, and only company members are allowed to enter and exit. The remaining areas are distributed with hotels, bars, warehouses, parking lots, etc., for customers who come to trade with the company. And the company's own members will also come to the entertainment area here to relax in their spare time.
Behind the headquarters building is a series of factories that produce a series of products ranging from cans, cement, steel to weapons and equipment. At the other end is a small power plant that provides power. Of course, the scale of production here cannot be compared with that of the old era, so there is no economy of scale. But in turbulent times, it has to be like this. To rebuild from the ruins, most of the necessary materials can only be produced by themselves. Although transactions are ubiquitous, no company will trade strategic materials to its opponents.
Like all companies, Payne also has its own armed forces. This is a team of 150 people, all equipped with PE02 rifles produced by Penn itself. In Asmo Town, in addition to three old-age howitzers, there is also an old-fashioned chariot. Under such force, none of the refugees dared to provoke Asmo, not even staying within fifty kilometers of it. Otherwise, I don't know when I will encounter the company's patrol team, whether I will be expelled or killed directly, and I can only resign myself to fate. And Penn's top executives also understand that safety is the guarantee of profit, so they spare no effort in combating the mobs entrenched around them.
Penn's force is much stronger than that of the N11 base, but not enough to take the N11 base at a small cost. This is also the reason why the company did not attack the base. On the other hand, the reason is that there is unpolluted water source underground in Asmo. Although no one knows when the underground water will be radiated, at least in the immediate future, there is no need to lose a large number of well-trained fighters for water. .
In Asmo, you can supply supplies, buy weapons, work for Penn Corporation, and find beautiful women or men. Of course, the last item requires money.
In the past three months, William has done three missions for Payne Corporation, and handed in four specimens of new mutant species, thus obtaining the licenses of hunters and mercenaries. Whether it's besieging armed mobs or clearing specific areas, William does his part neatly and meticulously. That allowed him to get his license earlier than anyone else and befriend Penn's manager of outside hiring.
Although a friend in this era is already a very rare term, Bourne, who is nearly bald, always considers himself a friend of William, and insists that William accompany him to drink every time he returns to Asmo.
After William returned to Asmo this time, there was no exception. As soon as night fell, he was dragged into the bar by Bern. The bar is dimly lit, reeks of alcohol and hormones, and scantily clad women shuttle to and fro, trying to find men who will 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 are quite a few men who like to vent their desires on their extremely tired bodies. Of course, these dancers are all good-looking, and their worth naturally matches their faces and figures.
Bourne likes the atmosphere of decadence, lust and obscenity that permeates here very much. Every time he comes, he will order a large bottle of strong whiskey. Of course, it is not the high-end products left over from the old times, but the wine produced by Asmo itself. This wine does not have the rich fruity aroma of old-age whiskeys, but at least it is strong enough.
William didn't like the place. The almost insoluble smell here is almost equivalent to hallucinogens and aphrodisiacs for most people, but for William's oversensitive senses, it is a complete torture. Also, every time he saw Bourne ordering that 90 yuan bottle of whiskey, he would involuntarily equate this bottle of wine with 20 rounds of custom-made ammunition, or two high-explosive grenades. In the wilderness, these ammunition would often save William's life, while whiskey would not.
As long as he had a glass, 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 various trivial things that had happened to Asmar during this time. These were not what William 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 Aasimar, Bourne was no small man. This bald old man who is in charge of the foreign employment business of Payne Company is the one who can decide the fate of many mercenaries and hunters. The first time William drank with him, it was because he felt indebted to him. When calculating the reward for the first mission, Bourne gave William the commission he deserved in full without deducting it for any reason. In William's experience, not skimping is a favor in itself.
After one drink, Bourne claimed to be friends with William. Since then, drinking has become a matter of course, and William owes more and more favors. These favors include not deducting William's mission rewards every time, arranging more suitable missions for William, and generously using company rules to give William more points after each mission. Penn & Co. discounts on supplies.
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Bourne had good reasons for doing so, and William accepted. He needed money, and a lot of it. Although the rate of making money is several times that of other hunters, William still has no savings, and he can't even afford better firearms. But he still aroused the jealousy of other hunters and mercenaries, and he was ambushed or hunted down three times in one month.
William returned to Asmo on time every time according to the calendar time, and the person who chased him never appeared again.
Bourne poured himself a full glass of wine, exhaled contentedly, and said to William, "Hey, boy, you say you got into Roxelland? I've heard of it, it's a real big guy They are mainly engaged in steel and ore, and at least they have 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 is impossible to drive their chariots here, and not only do we have Chariots, and cannon!"
William smiled and gently shook the wine glass in his hand. Bourne has already wiped out most of the bottle of wine, and there is still more than half of the first glass in his hand. Be it tanks or cannons, even if Payne now owns armed helicopters, it has nothing to do with him. It is impossible for Payne Company to conflict with other companies because of such an insignificant peripheral mercenary.
"By the way, boy! You just said, what's the name of that Roxelan company woman?" Bourne asked while hiccupping. Without waiting for William to answer, he laughed out loud by himself, and said while laughing, "You won't be so lucky to have offended General Butcher of Roxland, right?"
"She said... her name was Sophia," William said quietly.
"Sophia!!" Bourne's mouth suddenly opened wide, almost swallowing the wine 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 looked at William, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a wry smile: "You are really lucky. You actually got into trouble with the most unfavorable butcher general in Roxelland. But from what you said, I knew it must be her." !"
William quietly waited for Bourne's next words, such as some past deeds of the butcher general, what kind of abilities he has, etc. This is very important information. However, Bourne wanted to say something, but looked around, sighed, and closed his mouth.
William was still shaking the wine glass in his hand. Although Bourne didn't say anything, he knew that Bourne probably didn't know much. To be able to become an army commander in a big company like Roxelland must be superior, otherwise, why would you deter those lawless high-ranking elite fighters? Moreover, she had had close contact with William, but William could not detect her ability.
Such a character, especially when he is still very young, must have far more status in the company than Bourne. If trouble really came to him, let alone Bourne, even Payne Company would not be able to help him if he came forward.
Recalling the two encounters with Sophia, what William remembers most is the wildness and persistence hidden in her eyes. William never doubted that she had the determination to practice every word she said to the end. As for herself, it seems that Sophia only gritted her teeth and said a cruel word that needs to be practiced...
William suddenly felt tiny beads of sweat seeping out of his palms, and felt very uncomfortable.
Just at this moment, Bourne suddenly stared at William 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 butcher general, she probably won't want to kill you. Hey! I'm an experienced person, listen to me, if you arrive At that time, you must struggle a bit. Appropriate resistance can add a lot of fun! And I heard that Sophia is definitely a beauty if you only look at a woman from the perspective of a man."
Of course, William didn't tell Bourne what happened that night at the N11 base, so he couldn't help feeling a little dumbfounded after hearing what Bourne said.
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, blue eyes and slightly thin lips were still quite attractive. The black patch over his right eye gave him a rough, mysterious look.
As if to comment on Bourne's words, with a bang, a bottle of real old-fashioned brandy was placed in front of William, and a half-drunk young woman sat next to William, almost whispering into his ear: "Hey! Pretty boy, would you like to have a drink together? You see, this wine is good, and so am I!"
Even by Asmer's standards, this woman is indeed good. If it was normal, perhaps William, who had just completed the task, would be interested in venting his accumulated desire. However, the time she appeared tonight was really bad. She sat down just after Bourne finished saying that. Not only was William not aroused in the slightest desire, but he was not even in the mood to deal with her.
The trouble always seems to come with the women. Before William could figure out how to refuse, a big black-haired hand pressed on the wine glass in William's hand, crushing the glass heavily on the bar counter. Then, flauntingly flung the black-haired hand in mid-air, glass shards fell to the ground, and there was no scratch on the palm.
Standing behind William was a big man with a height of two meters. His muscular upper body was only covered with a leather vest. He stared at William 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 are hunters, warriors, women who need to earn tomorrow's bread, and many employees of Payne's company. The security guard stood by the wall with his arms folded, looking like he was waiting to see a good show.
"You stained my glass," William said quietly. 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 strong 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 made a bang, commenting and discussing. Muscle development has reached such an abnormal level, which shows that the strength of this strong man has been strengthened to three levels.
The strong man coughed a few times, and a mouthful of thick phlegm had 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 the throat, but it was impossible to spit it out again.
The burly man opened his mouth wide and stared at the modified pistol inserted deep into his mouth. He didn't know how the gun appeared. However, the huge gun body of nearly fifty centimeters reminded him all the time that this pistol could easily smash his head, not more difficult than smashing a cup.
With a light click, William buckled the hammer. The strong man's face immediately turned pale. With almost no time for the strong man to think, William has already pulled the trigger!
Click!
The sound of the hammer falling was completely overwhelmed by the earth-shattering screams of the strong man, but there was no gunshot that should have been louder.
The strong man 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 strong man or cheering for William.
William 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 drum until the light blue flame was burnt out, and reloaded the six bullets in the palm of his right hand.
Anyone who has stayed in Asmo for a long time basically knows not to provoke William easily. This strangely dressed person looks calm and gentle, even a little cowardly, but in fact he is ruthless. This strong man has only been in Asmo for a few days and doesn't know this, so everyone in the bar is waiting to see what happens to him.
After such a fuss, the wine is of course undrinkable. William 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 materials that needed to be replenished, and then sell the genetic modification potion tomorrow. After replenishing the materials and ammunition, he left Asmo.
After leaving, William has no plans to come back. Although this means that the hard-won Penn company license has actually become a piece of waste paper, William has no regrets. He didn't like to cause trouble very much, and Sophia, who held a high position in Roxland Company, possessed all the characteristics of trouble.
The night passed quickly.
At 9:30 the next day, shortly after most shops in Asmo opened, William had everything he needed to do. The 4,000 yuan received after selling the genetic modification medicine was exchanged for two pieces of ceramic bulletproof plates, a set of precision tools and dozens of rounds of special bullets. After buying these, William became destitute again. In this era, there are no banks, and only coins are in circulation. A lot of money means an unaffordable weight, so it makes sense to spend it as soon as possible. What's more, there are too many places for William to use his money. At least in the foreseeable future, he will not have the problem of having money and nowhere to spend it.
At 9:40, William was fully equipped, wrapped in a heavy cloak, and walked towards the exit of Asmo.
Less than a hundred meters away from the exit, William stopped suddenly. 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 Asmo 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 engine, two off-road jeeps jumped out of the smoke and rushed towards Asmo roaring. Behind their trembling bodies, two smoke dragons pulled out. These two off-road vehicles are equipped with bulletproof armor, and the light weapons of the Asmo guards hardly pose any threat to them. However, the 12.7MM anti-aircraft machine guns mounted on their carriages cannot be blocked by the chest barrier made of sandbags.
The face of the Asmeri guard was pale, and sweat poured from his helmet. The black muzzles of the two anti-aircraft machine guns made their lives truly threatened, and the striking Pentium tank logo on the off-road vehicle made them dare not pull the trigger easily. This is the sign of Roxland Corporation.
Suddenly, a tyrannosaurus roared upward in the smoke and dust, and the roar immediately overshadowed the roar of two running off-road vehicles. Then a locomotive painted in deep black suddenly rushed out of the dust cloud, passed two off-road vehicles at an incredible speed, and headed straight for Asmo! This locomotive is wildly modified, and the roar of the engine is a perfect match for its incredible speed.
The locomotive didn't seem to see the guards guarding the chest barrier at all, and rushed straight in. It wasn't until it rushed into the gate of Asmo that the car body tilted and the brakes were locked!
The ear-piercing whistle of metal friction enveloped the entire Asmo in an instant, the glass windows of the houses near the gate burst one after another, and the locomotive even kicked up dust soaring into the sky! After nearly 100 meters of painful and trembling braking, the locomotive body reclined lightly with the last bit of kinetic energy, fully demonstrating the near-perfect handling skills of the knight.
The locomotive stopped squarely less than three meters away from William. The knight on the motorcycle wore a dark black skin-tight leather suit, which perfectly outlined the curve of the body full of explosive power, and the legs straddling the motorcycle fully demonstrated their proud length. She didn't wear a helmet, and her short chestnut hair flew arrogantly in the strong wind.
The locomotive roared lowly from time to time, causing more and more onlookers to feel the heavy shock in their chests. This is clearly a beast that refuses to hibernate!
In front of everyone, Sophia pointed at William and said word for word: "From now on, you are mine!"