Super Zoo in the City

Almost at the same time, in the other hemisphere, in Citi, Arad's Ten Thousand Borders Ranch.

This is also a huge property of Lin Fan, but it was a huge ranch that the J-team had bought for 8.9 billion Ah Mak dollars in order to please Lin Fan.

The one in charge of managing this ranch is Svensson, who drove a taxi and had many dealings with Lin Fan, as well as his friends and cousins, Ham and Borg.

These three people basically grew up in the ranch, and have quite a lot of experience in the management of the ranch.

During these few months, the entire ranch was left to the three of them to handle, but they managed it soundly.

The beef cattle, sheep, shepherds and horses that Lin Fan originally left here had also increased in number.

And those sheepdogs had also become more and more astute after their careful training.

In addition to that, Lin Fan had also thrown three mutant cats here in the first place.

These three cats could be battle-hardened existences, and they were here to fight off an unknown number of wolves....

"Hey, Ham, are you going to give the boss, a report on our situation here tonight?"

It was the middle of the night in Citi.

The three of them had just eaten some dinner and were getting ready to rest.

There was no way around it, the ranch was always busy, especially at this time of year, and when it got busy they always lost track of time, until this time of night, and they had just eaten dinner.

Ham shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know, that Svenson guy, he hasn't said anything about calling his boss in days, and I don't know what he's been thinking about these last few days!"

"Hey, I think this guy mostly has a girlfriend, it's not like he just came into the house after dinner to make a phone call, and he's been working and a little distracted the last few days!" Borg said with a smile.

"That's not good enough, when the boss left the ranch to us before he left, we can't let down his trust, we have to call him regularly for reports!" Ham said.

He's the oldest here and has the most experience.

Likewise, he was also a guy who took his job very seriously.

In his opinion, it was simply a privilege to work here, and compared to the ranch he worked on before, this place was heavenly.

Not only was the pay high, but it was also freer, and the boss was completely comfortable with them.

This made Ham very precious, and without exaggeration, he would have preferred to stay and work here for the rest of his life.

Borg didn't argue, in fact he felt that something was wrong with the Svenson these days, not to mention his state of malaise and negativity.

As he watched Ham walk in, Borg didn't stop anything.

Coming into the room, Ham knocked lightly on the door, and it was only after a long time that he heard inside, the sound of Svenson's voice speaking.

"Who is it?" The voice seemed low and guarded, as if he was doing something unseemly and very careful in there.

Ham was Svenson's cousin, and the two had been close since childhood.

And now they were working in the same place, so it seemed to Ham that it was all the more important to cherish what was here.

"Svenson, it's Ham, can I come in and talk to you for a minute?" Ham said gently.

As a result, when the words fell out, there was no answer for ages.

It was only a few minutes later that I heard Svenson's voice from inside, "Oh, it's my cousin, come in!"

Ham pushed gently on the door and it opened to reveal Svenson sitting in a chair with a panicked face, as if he had something hidden in his hand.

Ham pretended he hadn't seen anything and came over with a smile on his face and said, "Hey, Svenson, why don't you get out?"

Svenson shrugged his shoulders in a pretense of composure and smiled, "I'm a little tired today, I'm sleepy after dinner and I'm ready to rest!"

"So it is, but.... Svenson, I've noticed that there's something not quite right about your recent state, is there some kind of trouble? If so, you can talk to me, I think I'm someone you can trust completely!" Ham chuckled.

"No, no, why not? I've been fine, you know, Cousin Ham!" Svenson said evenly.

"No really?" Ham looked at Svensson suspiciously "But I've heard that you seem to have a girlfriend lately, haven't you? Been hiding in your room on the phone the whole time?"

"What? A girlfriend? How can this be, I'm only twenty-two years old, and I don't want to let marriage bind me so early!" Svenson replied with a smile.

Looking at his not-so-normal face, Ham frowned.

"Svenson, I don't know what happened to you, but the way you look, it does look bad, if you really wanted a girlfriend, you could have told me about it, but I also hope that having a girlfriend won't affect your job, a job that we all have to cherish, where we're free and happy, it's a kind of trust from our bosses, you can understand me Meaning, right?" Ham said in a low voice.

Hearing those words, I saw Svenson's face, a little bit changed.

From a fake smile that looked a little unnatural just now, a little bit became gloomy and embarrassed, until finally, but a kind of inexplicable guilt.

This series of changes all fell into Ham's eyes.

He could now be certain that Svenson was definitely hiding something from him.

"Svenson, something is on your mind? Why don't you tell me, I think I might be able to help you!" Ham said lowly.

"No, Cousin Ham, you can't help me, I.... I'm sorry for trusting my boss, I'm really bad now, so bad that I hate what I am now..." Svenson said as he was about to burst into tears.

"Svenson, what have you done? Why would you feel sorry for your boss? Tell me the truth, you're not doing anything illegal, are you?" Ham followed up with a locking brow.

"I... I... I...."

Svensson uttered several 'I' words in succession, but he was too late to give the rest of his words, fully.

As a result, it was at this time.

Borg, who was outside, suddenly shouted, "Svenson, Ham, you guys come out quickly, I think we're in big trouble!"

Hearing this, they all thumped their hearts.

They all ran out of the house, and when they came outside.

Seeing everything in front of them, they were all a bit dumbfounded.

There were only a dozen or so pickup trucks, and a dozen or so grazing horses, appearing in front of their house.

Dozens of people, one by one with machetes and iron rods in their hands, stood there, eyeing them.

One of them, a white man with a bearded face and a broad, tall body, with a grin on his face, swept a glance at several of the men.

Finally landing on Svenson, he said, "Hey, little guy, we meet again."