Mad owl

The small town of Kamasi is a quiet and peaceful mountain town with tile-roofed houses, dotted with snow, winding paths, and alternate forests. It is a typical ancient town and small town without any hustle and bustle.At the end of the winding path, there is a slightly dilapidated manor.The construction features of the manor are full of classical style, which has been inherited from the last century, without any embellishment and decoration, and even has the atmosphere of ancient cultural relics.

It's just... another layer of meaning without any modification, that is, dilapidated.

In the snow and cold wind, the manor even had a somewhat desolate taste.In the eyes of the town residents, this is a wealthy family with astonishing wealth, and the same... This is also a lonely and indifferent family who never communicates with others.

"Ashborn, what are you going to do?" Bowen, wearing a padded coat, stood outside the wine cellar, holding a bottle of white wine just taken out in his hand, looking a bit downcast, looking at the oncoming fat man with gloomy eyes , and the group of armed fighters behind him.

"Don't get me wrong, old friend. We didn't come to hurt you. The headquarters ordered to strengthen the monitoring of Kamas Town, so we sent some people to help." The chubby Ashburn responded with a smile, Very casually, he signaled the team behind him to continue walking inside.

The group of heavily armed teams didn't care about Bowen's existence, they stalked with their heads high, expressionless, as if they had returned to their own home, and went straight to the depths of the manor.

Bowen frowned slightly: "Where are they going?"

"Of course I'm looking for a place to live first. I arranged several suites in the inner courtyard, and some maids went to serve them. They are from the headquarters and should be treated with courtesy. Brother Bowen, we are all people who mention the boss's affairs, and it is rare to meet the performance Sometimes we have to spend what we have to spend, not to mention...hehe, what we need most here is women!!" Ashburn laughed heartily, his body swaying like waves.Since being assigned as the "resident observer" of the Bowen family two months ago, Ashburn has been in a state of excitement. The task is very simple, which is to closely monitor the Bowen family to prevent adultery with the Ronick family.The point is...the industry run by the Bowen family...human trafficking! !

This manor looks dilapidated, but it is actually a transit point for some "trafficked persons". The so-called "certain" naturally refers to those top-quality beauties who are going to secretly sell to the boss or hand it over to the headquarters.

As a 'commissioner', 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 the quilt tightly around his body, turned around and left: "Tell them to take care of their legs, my dog... admit life!! If anyone is hurt, don't blame me remind."

"Hey, hello, brother Bowen." Ashburn stopped in front of Bowen, and said dissatisfiedly: "You can be disrespectful to me, and I can bear it. But this group of newcomers...the status is very important."

"None of my shit." Bowen replied coldly, opened the wine bottle casually, raised his head and gulped a few mouthfuls, and walked lazily forward.

md, that wine is the 'standard' for aging? !Good things spoiled by this vulgar man! !

In Russia, the top baijiu is 'standard', comparable to China's Moutai. The bottle that Bowen took out from the cellar must be at least 40 to [-] years old. It is definitely a good thing! !

Ashburn swallowed, stopped in front of Bowen again, lowered his voice, and said threateningly: "I told you before, the boss has a powerful ally, so powerful that we can't imagine. Sometimes, even the boss can't No respect, those people just now... were sent by that ally."

"It's still the same sentence, don't mind me... shit..." Bowen burped at Ashburn, and the strong smell of alcohol, accompanied by sporadic saliva, sprayed all over Ashburn.

"You!!" Ashburn was furious immediately, but seeing the malicious eyes of the guards of the Bowen family not far away, he suppressed it anyway, and said bitterly: "To tell you the truth, the headquarters issued an order, Strictly search for the traitor Natalia, and pay 100% attention to any place, especially the town of Kamas! They came here for this matter!"

"Natalia? It's been almost half a year, and you haven't caught it yet?" The wine bottle that Bowen just raised stopped in the air, with a look of disdain.

"I... we are... putting a long line to catch big fish."

"Fart, incompetence is incompetence, and I can't catch a woman in half a year!! A lackey is a lackey, what kind of big-tailed wolf is like someone else's boss. He, Vitalier, will accompany him as a counselor. Compared with Yevgeny, he is worse. It's too far away, this kind of stuff is also worthy of being a boss, I'm sorry."

"Bowen! Be respectful in what you say! Believe it or not, I will report what you just said to the headquarters immediately." Ashburn glared.This bastard always speaks without restraint, even if he is used to it, he is also terrified when he hears it.I'm in a good mood today, so it's rare for me to be polite to this guy, but he's fine... I pushed my nose on my face, and it really hardened! !

Bowen raised his eyebrows and sneered disdainfully: "Ashborn, do you really think I'm afraid of you? Vitalier has to be respectful to me, you? What a fart!"

Wiping the saliva sprayed on his face, Ashburn's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "I also warn you, don't think that the Tomahawk can't survive without your Bowen family. The arsenal of the Ronick family will soon be destroyed. All found out that when the time comes, arms trading will once again prop up Tomahawk finances, and your human trafficking... will never be successful. The boss let you go now, but it doesn’t mean he will let you go forever. If you really go too far, sooner or later Will be ruthless."

"Whatever." Bowen didn't bother to talk to this kind of lackey, and continued to walk forward with the bottle in hand.

"Damn bastard!! Sooner or later, I will kill you with my own hands!!" Ashburn stared at Bowen's back with hatred, imagining that one day in the future, he would be able to control the Bowen family and be in charge of human trafficking. American errands.

"Boss, someone is looking for you." Bowen didn't take a few steps, and a bodyguard rushed up to meet him.

Sigh, Bowen hiccupped and shook his drowsy head: "I told you, no visitors."

"Her identity is a bit special." The bodyguard glanced at Ashburn who was not far away, and whispered a few words in Bowen's ear.

"Huh?" Bowen frowned slightly, and his drowsy eyes suddenly became clear.

"The identity has been verified, yes, it's her!!" The bodyguard nodded affirmatively.

Bowen's eyes changed a little bit, and the hand that clenched the wine bottle couldn't help but tighten: "Take me there!"

"Old friend Bowen..." Ashburn suddenly stopped him, and walked over slowly, his small eyes rolled around a few times and fixed on Bowen: "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

Bowen said impatiently: "Do I still need to report to you?"

"You seem to have forgotten my responsibilities. The boss arranged me by your side just to strengthen communication and avoid misunderstandings. If you don't mind, can you tell me... Where are you going?"

"Mind." Bowen turned and left without bothering to answer.

This time, Ashbourne didn't feel angry, but followed him with a half-smile, shook his head and said, "I'm not capable, but my ears are good. I really wanted to hear something just now... Someone is looking for? Identity? Verification ? Could it be that some distinguished guest has come?"

Bowen stopped abruptly, followed by Ashburn, who was unprepared, bumped into Bowen's back, groaned, and took two quick steps back while holding his nose.

"Do you want to follow?" Bowen looked at Ashburn coldly.

Ashburn keenly caught a trace of killing intent in his eyes, subconsciously took two steps back, and warned: "Your eyes can easily cause me to misunderstand. Brother Bowen, you don't want to be caught by the 'cleaner' next to the boss... ...Let's get rid of it..."

"I'll go back to sleep, and you'll follow?"

"Hehe, sleep? Be creative, um...you can go to sleep. You..." Ashburn turned his gaze to the bodyguard who came to report, and his face slowly sank: "Take me to see that guest, now !!"

"Sorry, there are no guests. It's a recent business matter, you don't understand." The bodyguard replied very rudely.

"Really?" Ashburn narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Of course." The bodyguard frowned slightly, showing a somewhat disgusted expression.

Ashbourne rolled his eyes, paused for a while, and stopped pestering too much: "Then don't bother me. Brother Bowen, take a good rest and try to drink as little alcohol as possible."

While speaking, he grabbed the 'standard' wine bottle with only half a bottle left, snatched it from Bowen's hand, wiped the mouth of the bottle indiscriminately, sipped it with enjoyment on his face, clicked twice, turned and left: "I'll go Take care of the new guests, and trouble Brother Bowen to arrange some good things, or the same sentence, we all work for the boss, and we have to spend what we have to spend."

Watching Ashbourn's figure disappear around the corner coldly, Bowen said in a deep voice, "Where is the person, take me there."

"In the warehouse in the outer courtyard." The bodyguard led Bowen out.

At the corner where Ashburn disappeared, after a few minutes of silence, a chubby head quietly leaked out, the small eyes flashed a gloomy and excited light, and he sneered softly: "Bowen, you are looking for death! "