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

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

In the lounge on the first floor, I met with Edward and others, who were also dressed in sports equipment.

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

Same as Abel.

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

In Lin's backpack was a bulletproof vest and medicines for emergency relief and bandaging.

In Johnson's backpack, there was a MAC-10, as well as several pistols.

David Johnson is actually still a member of the "Special Raid Group" that is not retired, and there is a kind of formation.

He had special documents to hold these weapons in the city.

As for how to do it.... Just spend a little more.

In Lao Mei, this is nothing.

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

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

Relatively speaking, the security in Manhattan or near Central Park is relatively good.

To be on the safe side, Able let them bring these with them.

Just in case.

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

will also drive a car, not far or close, 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.

Joining the bodyguards, Able walked out of the house.

The goal is Central Park.

From the Chelsea district, head to Central Park.

It's not close, but it's not too far.

Walking or jogging all the way through is considered an early warm-up.

When you get there, it's also convenient to run better.

Abel moved his strong body as he walked, attracting the attention of some women on the street from time to time.

With a height of 192, he has not been able to eat fat since he was reborn.

The excess energy was turned into muscles without much exercise.

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

So that he only needs to eat, he can always stay energetic and healthy.

So he doesn't really like to exercise much.

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

It is also possible to maintain a good body with a good body.

So why do you work so hard?

Today is different, today is purposeful.

After jogging for about ten minutes, I walked through 14th Street in Manhattan and saw the dense woods.

The destination of the morning exercise is Central Park.

Central Park is a rectangular green space in the heart of Manhattan, sandwiched between 5th and 8th Avenues and 59th and 110th Streets.

Its size, flora and fauna are so large that it is difficult to imagine its existence in such a commercial, cosmopolitan city.

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

There is not a single commercial or civil building in the park, except for a small castle in the park.

Towering trees, turquoise lawns, and 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 fresher 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 Chelsea and it's going to take some time. He greeted him and said with a smile.

"Nope. I've just come over. "On the opposite side is D. Ted Lerner's daughter, Ikana Lerner.

Today's Ikana, wearing a white sports tight short sleeve, black collar and sleeve hem, delicate cut, looks small and exquisite, and the handsome stand collar exposes a beautiful collarbone.

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

Her hair was fluffy and coiled, and her snow-white earlobes were hung with two silver-white hoop earrings.

Obviously wearing light makeup, applying pale pink lip gloss on her lips, and her curly eyelashes flickering, she looks like a sporty youth and sunny girl.

That's right, this is Abel who can eat a toned body just by lying down and eating.

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

Last night, at Barron Hilton's banquet.

Abel learns that Ikana, who likes to go for a morning run near Central Park and has a habit of exercising every day.

He suggested that we go for a run tomorrow.

Ikana readily agreed, and made an appointment for a time and place.

And so we have the meeting now.

Like Abel, Ikana also carries bodyguards.

Although the security in the vicinity is better, the national situation is the same.

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 he is more than two meters tall with Abel.

The size is very large, and the blocking area is also large when blocking bullets compared to the bodyguard.

It's a bit amateurish.

After the confluence,

Lincoln and Edward ran about twenty meters ahead,

Johnson and Lin, running about twenty meters behind.

Ikana's bodyguards hesitated and ran to Johnson and Lin's side.

The white bodyguard also smiled at Lin and Johnson, who were very exaggerated in height.

Johnson, who was still wearing sunglasses during the run, had a cold face the whole time, and Lin smiled back, so that Ikana's bodyguard would not be so embarrassed.

Bodyguards have their way of getting along, and Abel and Ikana, have their way of getting along.

After a little pleasantries,

The two men began to jog side by side.

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

Such a young man and woman jogging in the running track of Central Park.

It still looks more pleasing to the eye.

While jogging, the two talked at the same time.

"Mr. Smith, do you like to run too? I come a lot, why haven't I seen you much before? ”

"You can just call me Abel, I'll call you Ikana, you don't have to be Mr. Smith and Miss Lerner all the time."

"Okay. Abel. ”

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

"Uh..."

Ikana, who was jogging, turned her head and looked at Abel in shorts and shorts, with toned muscles all over her body.

Running from Chelsea to Midtown, the sun was shining again.

Able was already sweating.

Sweat ran through his muscles, giving Ikana a sense of immediacy of ancient Roman and Greek sculpture.

Good beautiful muscles.

She blushed a little.

But I couldn't help but complain in my heart:

I don't like running, and I don't like to exercise.

So how did this muscle come about?

It can't be eaten, right?

You think you're a Belgian blue bull!

Many people should have seen a picture of the Belgian Blue Bull on the Internet, which is full of muscles and looks like a bull demon king.

It doesn't need to exercise, eats grass and feeds all day long, and it can grow into a bull demon king.

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 to run today?" ”

Abel winked at her, "I don't like running, but I come out to run." Why, of course, it's because of you, Ikana. ”