Kamas Town is a mountainous town that exudes tranquility and tranquility. It has tiled houses, dotted with snow, winding paths and alternate forests. It is a typical ancient town without any hustle and bustle. On the winding road
At the end of the building, there is a slightly dilapidated manor. The building features of the manor are full of classical style, inherited from the last century, without any embellishment or modification, and even have the atmosphere of ancient cultural relics.
It just... has another meaning without any modification, that is, dilapidated.
Amidst the white snow and cold wind, the manor even had a somewhat desolate feel. In the eyes of the town residents, this was a wealthy family with astonishing wealth. Likewise... this was also a lonely and indifferent family who never interacted with others.
"Axiborne, what are you doing?" Bowen, who was wearing a cotton coat, stood outside the wine cellar, holding a bottle of white wine he had just taken out. He looked a little downcast and looked at the oncoming fat man with a gloomy look.
, and the group of armed soldiers behind him.
"Don't get me wrong, old friend, we are not here to hurt you. The order from the headquarters requires strengthening the monitoring of Camas Town, so we sent some people over to help." The fat Axiburn responded with a smile,
Very casually, he motioned to the team behind him to continue walking inside.
The heavily armed team did not pay attention to Bowen's existence. They walked straight into the manor with their heads held high and expressionless, as if they had returned to their own homes.
Bowen frowned slightly: "Where are they going?"
"Of course I'm looking for a place to stay first. I arranged several suites in the inner courtyard, and some maids came to serve them. They are people from the headquarters and should be treated with courtesy. Brother Bowen, we are all people who ask the boss to do things, and it is rare to encounter such a bad performance
Opportunities. Sometimes you have to spend money, not to mention... Haha, the most indispensable thing here is women!!" Axiburn laughed heartily, and the fat all over his body swayed like waves. Since he was taken away two months ago,
Assigned as the 'resident observer' of the Bowen family, Ashbourne has been in a state of excitement. His task is very simple, which is to closely monitor Bowen to prevent any liaison with the Ronick family. The key is... the industry run by the Bowen family...
People-mouth-trafficking-selling!!
This manor may seem dilapidated, but it is actually a transit point for certain 'trafficked persons'. The so-called 'some' naturally refer to those top beauties who are ready to be secretly sold to the boss, or handed over to the headquarters.
As a 'special correspondent', of course I have a reason to be taken care of, and I also have a reason to 'inspect the goods' myself!!!
Bowen snorted lukewarmly, wrapped himself in a quilt, turned around and left: "Tell them to take care of their legs. My dog... is a dog in the house! If someone is hurt, don't blame me."
remind."
"Hey, hey, brother Bowen." Axiburn stopped in front of Bowen and said dissatisfied: "You can be disrespectful to me, and I can tolerate it. But this new group of people... their status is not trivial."
"It's none of my business." Bowen replied coldly, opened the bottle of wine, took a few sips, and lazily walked forward.
MD, is that wine the ‘standard’ for aging?! Such a good thing was ruined by this vulgar person!!
In Russia, the top liquor is "Standard", which is comparable to China's Moutai. The bottle Bowen took out from the cellar looks like it must be at least thirty or forty years old. It is definitely a good thing!!
Ashborn swallowed, stopped in front of Bowen again, lowered his voice, and threatened: "I have mentioned to you before, the boss has a powerful ally, so powerful that we can't imagine. Sometimes, even the boss can't
No respect, that group of people just now... were sent by that ally."
"As I said, don't worry about my... nonsense..." Bowen burped at Axiburn, and the strong smell of wine, along with sporadic saliva, all sprayed onto Axiburn's body.
"You!!" Ashborn was immediately furious, but when he caught a glimpse of the malicious looks from the Bowen family guards not far away, he suppressed it and said bitterly: "To tell you the truth, the headquarters issued an order.
The traitor Natalia must be searched closely, and 100% attention must be paid to it everywhere, especially the town of Camas! They came here just for this matter!"
"Natalia? It's been almost half a year and you haven't been caught yet?" The wine bottle Bowen just raised stopped in mid-air with a look of disdain.
"I...we are...playing the long game to catch the big fish."
"Fart, incompetence is incompetence. I can't catch a woman in half a year! A lackey is a lackey. Why don't you pretend to be a big-tailed wolf and become a boss like others? He, Vitaliya, is just a counselor. Compared with Yevgeny, he is worse.
It's too far away, this kind of thing is worthy of being a boss, bah."
"Bowen! Be respectful when you speak! Believe it or not, I will immediately report to the headquarters exactly what you just said." Ashbourne glared at him. This bastard always speaks without restraint. Even though he is used to it, he also listens to it.
I was in a panic. I was in a good mood today. It was rare for me to say a few polite words to this guy, but he was nice... He kicked his nose and his face, and he got really hard!!
Bowen raised his eyebrows and sneered disdainfully: "Axiborne, do you really think I'm afraid of you? Vitaliye has to be respectful to me, you? You're nothing!"
Wiping away the saliva sprayed on his face, Ashborn's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "I also warn you, don't think that your Bowen family can't survive without the tomahawk. The weapons arsenal of the Ronick family will soon be destroyed.
All found out that when the time comes, the weapons trade will once again support Tomahawk's finances, and your human trafficking... will never become a thing. The boss is letting you go now, but it doesn't mean he will always let you go. If you really go too far, sooner or later
He will be cruel."
"Whatever." Bowen didn't bother to talk to such a lackey, and continued walking forward with the bottle in hand.
"Damn bastard!! Sooner or later, I will kill you with my own hands!!" Axiburn glared at Bowen's back bitterly, imagining that one day in the future, he would be able to control the Bowen family and be responsible for human trafficking.
Beautiful job.
"Boss, someone is looking for you." Bowen had not taken a few steps when a bodyguard came up to him quickly.
Well, Bowen let out a wine burp and shook his slightly groggy head: "I told you, no guests."
"Her identity is a bit special." The bodyguard glanced at Ahiburn not far away, then leaned down and whispered a few words in Bowen's ear.
"Huh?" Bowen frowned slightly, and his dazed eyes suddenly became clear.
"The identity has been verified, yes, it's her!!" The bodyguard nodded affirmatively.
Bowen's eyes became cloudy and uncertain, and his hand holding the wine bottle tightened involuntarily: "Take me there!"
"Old friend Bowen..." Ashbourne suddenly stopped him and walked over slowly. His little eyes rolled around a few times and focused on Bowen: "Where are you going in a hurry?"
Bowen said impatiently: "Do I still need to report my affairs to you?"
"You seem to have forgotten my responsibilities. The boss arranged for me to be with you just to strengthen communication and avoid misunderstandings. If you don't mind, can you tell me... where are you going?"
"Mind." Bowen was too lazy to answer and turned to leave.
Ashborn was not angry this time, but followed him with a half-smile, shaking his head and saying: "I don't have much ability, I just have good ears. I really wanted to hear something just now... Someone is looking for? Identity? Verify
?Is it possible that some distinguished guest is here?"
Bowen stopped suddenly, and Axiburn, who followed closely, was unprepared and bumped into Bowen's back. He groaned, covered his nose and took two quick steps back.
"Do you want to follow?" Bowen looked at Axiburn coldly.
Ashborn keenly caught a trace of murderous intent in his eyes, and subconsciously took two steps back, warning: "Your eyes can easily cause me to misunderstand. Brother Bowen, you don't want to be the 'cleaner' next to the boss..."
…Just deal with it…”
"When I go back to sleep, will you follow me?"
"Haha, sleep? You are creative, um... you can go to sleep. You..." Ashbourne's eyes turned to the bodyguard who came to report, and his face slowly darkened: "Take me to see the guest, now
!!”
"I'm sorry, there are no customers. It's just a business matter recently and you don't understand." The bodyguard replied very rudely.
"Really?" Ashborn narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Of course." The bodyguard frowned slightly, showing a somewhat disgusted expression.
Ashborn rolled his eyes, paused for a moment, and stopped entangled too much: "Then I won't bother you. Brother Bowen, have a good rest and try to drink as little as possible."
While he was talking, he held the 'standard' wine bottle with only half a bottle left, and took it from Bowen's hand. He wiped the mouth of the bottle randomly, took a sip with enjoyment on his face, clicked his tongue twice, and turned around to leave: "I'll go.
Take care of the new customers, and ask Brother Bowen to arrange some good things. Again, we all work for the boss, so we have to spend money."
Looking coldly at Ahiburn's figure disappearing around the corner, Bowen said in a deep voice: "Where is he, take me there."
"In the warehouse in the outer courtyard." The bodyguard led Bowen outside.
At the corner where Ashbourne disappeared, after a few minutes of silence, a fat head quietly leaked out, its small eyes flashed with a gloomy yet excited light, and he sneered lowly: "Bowen, you are looking for death!