America's Road to Wealth

In the morning, Abel puts on a sports vest, shorts, and running shoes.

After talking to Jessica Alba who was still lying in bed, he left the bedroom.

In the lounge on the first floor, meet Edward and others who are also in sports equipment.

The difference is that Edward and Lincoln are empty-handed.

Same as Abel.

But the other two bodyguards, Lin and David Johnson, each carried a backpack.

In Lin's backpack is a bulletproof vest and medicines for first aid and bandages.

Johnson's backpack, is a MAC - 10, and several pistols.

David Johnson is actually still a member of the unretired Special Assault Regiment, the kind that has an establishment.

He has special papers that allow him to hold these weapons in the city.

As for how to do it, just spend more money.

In Laomei, this is nothing.

The simple version of Barrett at Charlie Brown's Pizzeria last time was also brought in this way.

Even if you encounter NYPD checks, you are not afraid. David Johnson has immunity.

Relatively speaking, the law and order in Manhattan or near Central Park is relatively good.

To be on the safe side, Abel still asked them to bring these.

Just in case.

Even after these four most elite bodyguards, driver Andy and two other bodyguards

He will also drive a car, follow him not far or near, and act as a logistics.

After all, this is a beautiful country with beautiful scenery every day.

Abel, who is afraid of death, has never been stingy in this regard.

Gathering the bodyguards, Abel walked out of the house.

The goal is Central Park.

From Chelsea, head to Central Park.

Not too close, but not too far either.

Walking or jogging all the way is a warm-up in advance.

When you get there, it is also convenient and better to run.

Abel moved his muscular body while walking, attracting the attention of some women on the street from time to time.

With a height of 192, he has never gained weight no matter how much he eats since he was reborn.

Those excess energy, without much exercise, are turned into muscles.

He vaguely guessed that this might also be one of the benefits of being reborn.

Let him only need to eat to keep energetic and healthy all the time.

So he doesn't really like exercising much.

Because you don't need to exercise, you just need to eat a lot.

It can also maintain a good figure and a good body.

Then why work so hard?

Today is different, today is purposeful.

After jogging for about ten minutes, I passed through 14th Street in Manhattan, and I saw dense forests.

The destination of the morning exercise has arrived, which is Central Park.

Central Park is located in the center of Manhattan, a rectangular green space between 5th Avenue and 8th Avenue, 59th Street and 110th Street.

Its large area and rich flora and fauna make it hard to imagine that it exists in such a commercialized international metropolis.

Looking at Central Park from a map, it is a neat square, accounting for one-eighth of the size of Manhattan.

Except for a small park castle, there is no commercial or civil building in the park.

Towering trees, green lawns, and large and small lakes make Central Park a legend in bustling New York.

The air in the early morning was really fresh, and what made Abel feel even more refreshed was the girl who came to meet him in front of him.

Hi, good morning. Ikana, looks like I'm late? I'm coming from the Chelsea side, it's going to take a while. He walked up to her, smiling.

No. I just came here. Opposite was D. Ted Lerner's daughter, Ikana Lerner.

Today's Ikana is wearing white sports tight short sleeves, black collar and sleeve edges, exquisite tailoring, looks small and exquisite, and the handsome collarbone reveals a beautiful collarbone.

Light blue mini sports shorts reveal fair and slender thighs, and a pair of red cloth shoes are simple and elegant.

Her hair was fluffy and coiled, and there were two silver and white hoop earrings hanging from her snow-white earlobes.

The make-up is obviously light, the lips are painted with light pink lip gloss, and the curled eyelashes are flickering, giving people a sporty, youthful, sunny girly look.

That's right, this is Abel who can build a fit body just by eating while lying down.

The reason why I came to Central Park to exercise today.

Last night, at Barron Hilton's banquet.

Abel learned about Ikana, who likes to run in the morning near Central Park, and has the habit of exercising every day.

He suggested that we go for a run together tomorrow.

Ikana readily agreed and made an appointment with the time and place.

Then there is the present meeting.

Like Abel, Ikana also had bodyguards.

Although the law and order nearby is relatively good, this is the national condition.

The precautions that should be taken are still to be done.

Those who are not so vigilant, even the rich, will be eliminated by social Darwin.

The beautiful scenery of America is normal.

It's just that she has only one bodyguard, and she and Abel are more than two meters tall.

Compared with bodyguards, which are large in size and cover a large area when blocking bullets.

It seemed a bit amateurish.

After confluence,

Lincoln and Edward ran about twenty meters ahead,

Johnson and Lin ran about twenty meters behind.

Ikana's bodyguard hesitated and ran to Johnson and Lin.

The white bodyguard even smiled at the exaggeratedly tall Lin and Johnson.

Johnson, who was running and wearing sunglasses, had a cold face all the way, and Lin smiled back, so that Ikana's bodyguards would not be so embarrassed.

The bodyguards have the way the bodyguards get along, and Abel and Ikana have their way of getting along.

After a little greeting,

The two started jogging side by side.

Abel's height is 192, and Ikana's visual height is around 180.

Such a young man and woman were jogging on the track in Central Park.

It still looks more pleasing to the eye.

While jogging, the two talked.

Mr. Smith, do you like running too? I come here often, why didn't I see you much before?

You can call me Abel directly, and I can call you Ikana directly, instead of Mr. Smith and Miss Lerner.

Okay. Abel.

Well. By the way, to answer your last question. Actually, I rarely run, and I don't like exercising much.

Forehead

Ikana, who was jogging, turned her head and looked at Abel, who was wearing shorts and shorts and had muscular muscles all over his body.

Running from Chelsea to Midtown, it's sunny again today.

Abel was already sweating.

Sweat flowed through his muscles, giving Ikana a visual sense of ancient Roman and ancient Greek sculptures.

Such beautiful muscles.

She blushed a little.

But I couldn't help complaining in my heart:

I don't like running, and I don't like exercising.

Where did this muscle come from?

Wouldn't it be eaten?

You thought you were a Belgian blue bull!

Many people should have seen pictures of the Belgian blue bull on the Internet. That cow is full of muscles, and it looks like a bull devil.

It doesn't need to exercise, just eat grass and feed all day, and it can grow into a bull devil.

Ikana didn't know that Abel's muscles were really eaten.

But she didn't know, she thought Abel was joking.

Ikana followed Abel's tone and said with a smile: Abel, since you don't like exercising very much, why did you come out for a run today?

Abel winked at her, I don't like running, but I came out to run. Why, of course, because of you, Ikana.