In the morning, Abel woke up early.

After washing up, I changed into a set of tight-fitting and comfortable running clothes.

He put on a hoodie on his upper body and tight sports pants on his lower body, which clearly outlined the muscles of his legs.

As soon as Abel left the door of the apartment building, he put on his hoodie and looked at the deserted street at six o'clock in the morning. He ignored the camera lens sticking out of the window of a business car across the road.

The reporters who were able to appear next to him and photograph him had the privilege of passing the safety certification of Rock Security.

And they are usually reporters from the American Sun.

His personal safety was absolutely guaranteed, so he didn't bother to care.

Abel took his four King Kongs and trotted across the street and ran into Central Park.

Behind and around him, rock security staff also joined one after another, forming an invisible protection network.

In Central Park in early summer, the trees were green and the lush lawn was full of life. Two squirrels were jumping back and forth on the bench under the black tree. When they saw Abel running over, they were not afraid, but just minding their own business.

Playing.

Abel exhaled air regularly from his mouth. Other morning joggers in Central Park were not surprised by the combination of Abel and the five of them.

This is Manhattan, and there is no shortage of billionaires taking their morning jogs with bodyguards.

If they try to get closer, they will soon discover that this rich man has more than four bodyguards.

And later, this number increased.

Half an hour later, a petite girl appeared next to Abel.

It was little Laura, Laura Bush Lauren, Laura Lauren Smith in Abel's mouth.

If anyone observes carefully, they will find that after little Laura arrives, there are more people following Abel.

For example, next to Edward was a white-bearded middle-aged man who was also wearing sportswear.

The middle-aged man has strong muscles and a tattoo on his neck. The tattoo is a trident.

"Hi, good morning." The middle-aged white man greeted Edward while running: "My name is Marcus."

"I'm Edward." Edward responded.

"SEAL Team?" Marcus said.

Edward nodded, and then said: "Secret Service?"

This time it was Marcus' turn to smile and nod.

Edward knew it in his heart, he knew the extra people around him.

In addition to the rock security staff, they were all Secret Service staff who were with little Laura.

The Secret Service, or USSS for short, is now part of the U.S. Department of the Treasury.

In parallel time and space.

It will be assigned to the U.S. Department of Homeland Security in two years.

The agency's primary responsibility, initially, was to prevent and investigate counterfeiting of U.S. dollars and bonds.

Later, new tasks were added.

The new task is to protect the Grand Commander, Deputy Grand Commander, Grand Commander-elect and Deputy Grand Commander-elect, former Grand Commander and their spouses (unless the spouse remarries), Grand Commander candidates and deputy Grand Commanders determined within 120 days before the election.

Candidates, children and grandchildren under the age of 16 of the current and former commander-in-chief, visiting foreign heads of state and heads of government and their spouses, individuals and national special security events designated by the commander-in-chief.

It's the American version of Rabbit XX Sea Bodyguard.

Little Laura is the granddaughter of the former commander-in-chief, although she is already sixteen years old.

But doesn’t she have an uncle who just became the commander-in-chief?

It's just a minor problem, and it's normal for her to enjoy the protection of the Secret Service.

Marcus looked at the rock security staff around him and combined it with the information he had seen about the security company.

Marcus couldn't help but whispered to Edward:

"Hey, you guys look really professional. If you are more powerful, you can probably compare with some government agencies."

Edward said calmly: "We don't have your privileges. We are the protectors of private property."

"Hahaha~" Marcus laughed, "Okay. Come on, my friend. We may have to work together for a long time in the future!"

Edward was silent, he knew what Marcus said was right.

Abel has confirmed his relationship with little Laura.

After that, as long as he was with little Laura.

In fact, you can also enjoy the protection of the Secret Service.

This virtually increased Abel's personal safety.

From this perspective, Edward thinks this is also very good.

In front of the two captains, the two running men were also talking.

"You've been running for almost an hour?" Little Laura gasped softly and said softly: "Aren't you even tired?"

"For me, this level is just a warm-up." Abel told the truth.

Once he tried to get on the treadmill out of boredom and wanted to test his physical limit.

As a result, he ran on the treadmill for almost five or six hours that time.

The total distance displayed on the treadmill has exceeded the 42.195km of the marathon.

He didn't feel tired yet.

At that time, he knew that his physique was indeed abnormal, especially in terms of resilience.

"Bragging." Little Laura curled her lips, "But you can't run for too long. Running for too long will hurt the meniscus."

Abel nodded and looked at little Laura who was out of breath after running for a while, "My dear, you need to exercise more. With your physical strength and quality, how are you going to be able to withstand me in the future?"

Little Laura was also happy because of one of Abel's "darlings".

Later, because of his ambiguous and vulgar words, his face became hot and he said coquettishly:

"What are you talking about whether you can bear it or not! In fact, I have very good physical strength. If you don't believe me, you can try it!"

"Really let me give it a try? Now that your cold is gone, I won't be polite."

He looked completely rude and even spoke a bit directly and rudely.

Little Laura finally really blushed.

She murmured for a few moments, then blushed and said seriously:

"You can give it a try if you want. But you have to wait until after we get engaged. Before that, it's impossible."

"Okay, okay." Abel compromised: "Then you must exercise well. Don't catch a cold so easily."

"Yeah." Little Laura responded softly.

The two ran for a while, but little Laura's physical strength was still not enough.

I probably only ran three or four kilometers before I was out of breath and couldn't run anymore.

Abel supported her and sat down on the wooden bench next to the park track to rest.

"Look, your physical strength is still weak." Abel said with a smile.

Compared to himself who was out of breath and sweating profusely, Abel looked calm and calm without breaking a sweat.

Little Laura somewhat believed that Abel's physical strength was indeed very good.

But she still said stubbornly: "This is because my cold is just over. If I didn't catch a cold, I wouldn't be so tired after running so little!"

"Okay, okay." Abel said in a coaxing tone: "Yes, I believe you, you are very strong."

Little Laura could tell that he was perfunctory, but she also enjoyed the couple's little fun.

"Hey~ look over there."

Out of the corner of her eye, little Laura saw a street painter setting up a stall on the lawn opposite the runway.

She recalled Abel's status as a fine arts graduate from Rice University.

"How about we go watch him paint? I remember that you are also very good at painting. You have a lot of your works at home. If Emily hadn't told me, I would have thought they were the works of some great painter."

Abel looked along her fingers and saw the street painter.

Abel felt a little familiar at first glance.

Then I remembered, isn't this the street painter I met when Ikana and I were running last year?

Is this old man still setting up a stall here?

It also happens to be the same place, the same street painter.

It's just the girl next to me who has been replaced by another one.
To be continued...