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

He said something to Jessica Alba, who was still lying in bed, and left the bedroom.

In the lounge on the first floor, he met 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, there was a bulletproof vest and first aid and bandaging medicines.

In Johnson's backpack, there was a Mac-10 and several pistols.

In fact, David Johnson is still an unretired member of the "Special Assault Group" with a formal organization.

He has special documents that allow him to possess these weapons in the city.

As for how to do it...just spend a little more money.

In old America, this is nothing.

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

Don't be afraid even if you encounter NYPD investigation, David Johnson has immunity.

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

To be on the safe side, Abel let them take these with them.

Just in case something unexpected happens.

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

He would also drive a car and follow him at a short distance, acting as a logistics support.

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

Abel, who was afraid of death, was never stingy in this regard.

After meeting the bodyguards, Abel walked out of the house.

The target is Central Park.

From Chelsea, head to Central Park.

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

Walk or jog along the way to warm up in advance.

Once there, it will be more convenient and better for running.

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

He is 1.9cm tall and has never gained weight no matter how much he eats since he was reborn.

All the excess energy is converted into muscles without much exercise.

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

Let him only need to eat to stay energetic and healthy.

So he doesn't really like to exercise.

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

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

Then why do you work out so hard?

Today is different, today has a purpose.

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

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

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

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

Looking at the map, Central Park is a neat square shape, occupying one-eighth of the entire Manhattan.

Apart from a small park castle, there is not a single 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 morning air was really fresh, and what made Abel feel even more fresh was the girl who came to meet him.

"Hi, good morning. Ikana, it looks like I'm late? I came from Chelsea and need some time." He walked up to her and said with a smile.

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

Today, Ikana is wearing a white sports tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt with black collar and sleeve edges. It is exquisitely tailored and looks small and exquisite. The handsome stand-up collar reveals her beautiful collarbone.

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

Her hair was fluffy and tied up, and two silver-white hoop earrings hung from her snow-white earlobes.

She obviously wore light makeup, applied light pink lip gloss on her lips, and her curled eyelashes flickered, giving her a sporty, youthful and sunny girly look.

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

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

Last night, at Barron Hilton's party.

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

He then suggested that we go for a run together tomorrow.

Ikana readily agreed and made an appointment at a time and place.

This is how we meet now.

Like Abel, Ikana also brought bodyguards.

Although the public security nearby is relatively good, the national conditions are such.

The precautions that should be taken should still be taken.

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

The beautiful scenery of America is quite normal.

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

Compared to bodyguards who are very big and have a large covering area when blocking bullets.

It seems a bit amateurish.

After reuniting,

Lincoln and Edward were running about twenty meters ahead,

Johnson and Lin were running about 20 meters behind.

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

The white bodyguard also smiled at Lin and Johnson, who were both extremely tall.

Johnson, who wore sunglasses while running, had a cold face throughout the run, while Lin smiled back, so that Ikana's bodyguard would not be so embarrassed.

Bodyguards have their own way of getting along with each other, and Abel and Ikana have their own way of getting along.

After a little pleasantries,

The two started jogging side by side.

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

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

It still looks quite pleasing to the eye.

While jogging, the two of them talked.

"Mr. Smith, do you also like running? I come here often, why haven't I seen you before?"

"You can just call me Abel, and I'll just call you Ikana. You don't have to keep calling me Mr. Smith or Miss Lerner."

"Okay. Abel."

"Well, to answer your last question by the way. In fact, I rarely run and I don't really like to exercise."

"Forehead..."

Ikana, who was jogging, turned around and looked at Abel, who was wearing shorts and shorts and had toned muscles all over his body.

I ran from Chelsea to Midtown, and the sun is shining brightly again today.

Abel was already sweating.

Sweat flowed through his muscles, giving Ikana a sense of sight like ancient Roman or Greek sculptures.
To be continued...