23, Convoy

Lee carefully checked back and forth along the passage twice, and returned to Base N11 after confirming that there was no problem.

This rigorous style made him very popular with large organizations like Penn Corp., and also allowed him to obtain two Penn Corp. licenses very smoothly.

The process of handing over the task went smoothly.

As Tony said before, the old Anthony was still a very good person. After confirming Lee's achievements, at least he was very straightforward in paying the remuneration and had no intention of regretting it, although he couldn't hide his surprise that Lee completed the task so quickly.

Old Anthony didn't mention a word about the whole pack of living corpses led by a intelligent leader, which certainly didn't mean he didn't know about it. However, compared to what Lee had encountered in other settlements, Old Anthony could really be regarded as having a good reputation.

From this point of view, Tony was not wrong.

As for the small information asymmetry, in this era, it was really a trivial thing.

A 10 cm test tube filled with dark green liquid was the main part of Lee's reward this time, the primary genetic evolutionary potion.

In fact, the value of the potion produced by Base N11 laboratory was not high, since this kind of formula tended to improve the ability of the Psionic Domain, and the effect in other ability domains was much worse. Although the Psionic Domain was considered to be the most widely used ability domain, the improved potions that were biased toward a certain ability domain were far lower than the general-purpose potions with stable effects in terms of value.

As soon as he got the potion, Lee soon had a vague feeling that it was a semi-universal potion that tended to the Psionic Domain. If he found a suitable buyer, this potion with reduced effect could be sold for around 4,000 dallers. Although it was 20% lower than the expected 5,000 dallers remuneration, Lee did not plan to continue entangled in this detail. Old Anthony might have done so out of businessman's shrewdness.

Negotiations required strength, and Lee didn't think he had the strength to make Base N11 with 20 first-level fighters concede.

After taking a preliminary inventory of his equipment and the remaining money, Lee bought three boxes of rifle cartridges from Tony for his revolver, added a pot of high-purity water, and quietly left Base N11.

The rewards of this mission were fairly rich. After deducting consumption and accommodations, the net income was estimated to be around 3500, not including nearly an evolutionary point brought by clearing a pack of living corpses. Since Lee's ability had reached the third level, a living corpse that could provide an ordinary person with one and a half evolutionary points could only give Lee less than one evolutionary point.

Of course, it was difficult for ordinary people to survive a battle of this intensity.

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Another sunny day.

The sun with strong ultraviolet rays scorched the earth mercilessly, but the thick cloak on Lee's body blocked all the sun's rays. He wasn't walking fast, but his speed was constant, and he didn't stop in front of the ruins of a lonely villa until noon.

During the day when the sun was strong, most mutant creatures would inhabit their nests, so Lee often chose to travel at this time, although he could use his abilities better at night.

Lee carefully inspected the villa that lost half of the roof, and after confirming that there were no deadly creatures hiding, nor was it a lair of some kind of large carnivorous animal like the iron-armored bear, he relaxed.

He took out the rounds used in the revolver, and used an alloy steel file less than 10 centimeters in length to carve strange patterns on the bullets.

The bullets treated in this way would explode shortly after firing or when they enteredthe target body, thereby multiplying their power.

As for the loss of accuracy, it was out of his consideration.

When Lee used his reolver, he was never more than 30 meters away from the target.

Lee handled the bullets calmly, one after another, never seeming to get bored or tired. In the blink of an eye, a box of cartridges had been processed, and the engraved pattern on each bullet was exactly the same.

Even if it was engraved with a precision machine tool, it seemed that it was nothing more than that.

Lee carefully put away the cartridges, and then took out the second box and opened it.

It seemed that the two hours of repetitive work did not tire him. The experience of wandering alone in the wilderness told him that enough patience was necessary for survival.

Suddenly, Lee frowned, and caught a very weak but unusual vibration on the ground.

He put away the cartridges and tools at an incredible speed, and took the rifle in his hand. With a flash of his right hand, he had loaded a modified round into the chamber. Then he took a few steps to the wall and looked out through a gap in the wall.

While doing all this, Lee made no sound at all except for the metal thud of the rifle being loaded.

At this time, Lee had no sights on his rifle at all. That old-fashioned optical sight was useless to Lee, whose eyesight had been enhanced to the third level. The reason why this thing was still kept was just to confuse the people in the settlement or the base.

Lee narrowed his eye slightly to block the reflection of his eye, and looked out carefully. He was good at long-distance shooting himself, and of course knew what would give away his whereabouts.

A few kilometers away, billowing smoke and dust could be seen, which seemed to be a convoy.

And judging from the vibrations from the ground, there should be at least one tank in the convoy.

Looking at the speed of the smoke and dust from a distance, the convoy did not travel fast, only about 20 kilometers.

Looking at the direction the convoy was heading, it was Base N11 .

Lee's heart moved, and he sat quietly for a few minutes, finally stood up slowly, bowed his body, and ran to Base N11 at a constant speed of 25 kilometers.

Although he was not friends with the residents of Base N11 , Lee decided to go and have a look. At least Base N11 gave him a warm feeling, somewhat similar to the feeling of "home".

This had never happened before.

Even though Lee knew from the moment he entered the base that its independence would not last long, he still wanted to go and have a look.

With the ability to process water, and possibly even hidden water sources, Base N11 had become the biggest piece of fat in this area. No one would not be tempted by Base N11 . Base N11 must either be wiped out, or be attached to a more powerful force like Penn Corp., in order to continue to survive.

After all, the twenty people under Turner's command alone could not defend the independence of a base that could provide clean water.

Lee arrived at the periphery of Base N11, almost at the same time as the convoy. Along the way, he already knew the composition of the team.

The convoys, one behind the other, each had an old-fashioned tank from the old era. In the middle were three heavy-duty trucks filled with soldiers, and the most striking one was a wheeled armored command vehicle.

The convoy had a clear goal.