America's Road To Wealth Chapter 42

  Chapter 42 Of course it's because of you

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

   Talked to Jessica Alba, who was still lying in bed, and 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, there is a bulletproof vest and medicines for first aid and dressing.

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

  David Johnson is actually still a member of the "Special Assault Regiment" who has not retired, and 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, you are not afraid. David Johnson has immunity.

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

  For the sake of safety, Abel let them bring these.

   In case of accidents.

   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 serve as 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.

   Gathered the bodyguards, Abel walked out of the house.

  The target is Central Park.

  From Chelsea, go to Central Park.

  The distance is not too close, but not too far.

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

  When you get there, it is also convenient and better for running.

  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.

  The excess energy is turned into muscles without much exercise.

  He vaguely guessed that this might also be one of the benefits of the 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 only need to eat a lot.

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

  Then why do you 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 morning exercise destination 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 the 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 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, so it's going to take a while." He walked up to her, smiling.

   "No. I just came here too." Opposite is D. Ted Lerner's daughter, Ikana Lerner.

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

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

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

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

  That's right, this is Abel who can build a fit body 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, likes to run in the morning near Central Park, and has the habit of exercising every day.

  He proposed to go for a run together tomorrow.

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

  There will be a meeting now.

   Like Abel, Ikana also brought bodyguards.

  Although the law and order nearby is relatively good, this is true of the country.

  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.

  America's beautiful scenery, it's normal.

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

  It is very big, compared to bodyguards with a large covering area when blocking bullets.

   It seems a bit amateurish.

   After confluence,

  Lincoln and Edward ran about 20 meters ahead,

  Johnson and Lin ran about 20 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, but Lin smiled back, so that Ikana's bodyguards would not be so embarrassed.

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

   After exchanging pleasantries,

  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 runway 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 will 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, the sun is shining again today.

   Abel is already sweating.

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

  What beautiful muscles.

   She blushed a little.

  But I couldn't help complaining in my heart:

   Doesn't like running, and doesn't like exercising.

  Then where did the muscles come from?

   Couldn't it be eaten?

  You thought you were a Belgian blue bull!

  Many people should have seen pictures of Belgian blue cattle on the Internet. That cow is full of muscles and 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 it's because of you, Ikana."

  (end of this chapter)

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