Reborn Wealth America

The morning of the second day.

Early in the morning.

Abel received a call from Andres.Andres was not brought by him this time, after Phila had an accident this time.He was sent back to New York overnight last night.

Or as Phila, as well as the bodyguard leader of Gorneti's mother and daughter who have come from Los Angeles.

By the way, he also asked Andres to find some orange and red security staff who are good at staring at the sentry, pay attention to staring at Bill Williams and his girlfriend who are preparing to retaliate.

did not expect.

After the call is connected.

Andres said: "BOSS. You want me to pay attention to those two people, they are in today's newspaper."

Abel: "???"

"The one called Bill Williams, and his mistress."

"Oh, what happened to them? It's only 7:00, and the stock market is not open. Their stock price is the same as last night? How are they now?" After yawning on the bed, Abel got out of bed. After walking a few steps, he opened the thick black curtains in front of the huge French windows.

Ask Andres by the way.

The moment the curtains opened, the early morning sun in Texas, like a bright gospel, shone into the bedroom and onto Abel's body.

There was light on his body at this moment.

No one can see these.

Andres replied over there: "In a small report in the New York Times. These two were reported. It is said that last night. The two fought together in their own apartment for some reason. It's still a bit serious. The one named Bill Williams seems to be blind in one eye. The mistress named Petunia has one of her arms broken."

Abel: "!!!"

So fierce, what's the situation?What's the matter?Why did they fight on their own without trying hard?And it fought so hard.

"What's going on? How is it now?" Abel, who didn't know his current fame or Winnie's actions, asked curiously.

"The reason for the fight is not clear. Both parties are now being treated in the hospital, but the New York police have intervened. Both parties are suing each other for intent to murder..."

"There is such a thing?" Abel couldn't help raising his eyebrows. "Is it a bitter trick?"

"Bitterness?"

"Oh, in order to avoid punishment. First, deliberately punish yourself, so that others will feel compassion and forget the way you need punishment."

"Oh!" Andres said again and again, "this should be a name in the profound oriental culture, right?"

For his boss likes Eastern culture, especially in a country that generally has a bad impression in the eyes of ordinary Americans, the boss seems very interested.

His subordinates knew this.

This also allows those motivated subordinates to more or less try to understand some Eastern culture, especially the extensive and profound Chinese culture, so as to cater to the special interest and hobby of the boss.

Although Andres doesn't like reading.

But in order to make the boss trust him more, and to make the boss more satisfied with himself, he still read some books about China and China's TV series.

"Yeah. Probably." Abel said casually, and then said, "Since they are biting dogs now. Then leave them alone for now. Get rid of the watchers there. Andres."

"Ok."

Abel hung up.

Throwing the phone on the bed, he put his hands on his hips, wearing a nightgown, from the top of this simple 5-story restaurant, overlooking the grasslands and hills of Texas below.

Especially at Lake St. John.

In the morning when the sun just climbed up, when the sun's sunshine was not so violent, the grassland lakes under the sun and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were so pleasing to the eye.

Abel couldn't help feeling happy.

Such a happy mood made him let go of the things about Bill Williams.Anyway, the other party is already in a lot of trouble, and Abel will not cancel the attack on Bill Williams, but he will no longer bother to think about how to deal with him.

He has not yet retaliated formally.

The other party was blinded by his own mistress, and now each other is fighting each other's lawsuit.Abel prepared to give them another blow after the other party was discharged from the hospital and when the other party thought they had solved the current trouble.

Let's do business now!

I came to Texas by myself, but I didn't come to travel and vacation.If you come to travel for a vacation, it is impossible not to bring a woman.In the so many days since the journey, this is very rare. When resting at night, there is no soft and fragrant ketone body lying next to it!

Not even the girl.

For him, it was truly unprecedented.But he wasn't a super pervert who couldn't live without a woman. He was very straightforward. After he was done, he went downstairs.

This hotel has 5 floors.

But it's not so much a hotel, it's better to say that this is just a small country house.Because it is very simple, except for the rough appearance of European buildings with some Gothic style.The internal functions are similar to those of Home Inns or 7 Days Hotels in those small cities in China.

The first floor is the restaurant, the welcome hall, and the rest area.On the second floor is the entertainment hall, with a variety of chess and cards, and almost essential gyms in European and American hotels.There are guest rooms on the 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors, but the rooms on the 5th floor are slightly more spacious.The rooms on the 3rd and 4th floors are standard double rooms or even narrow single rooms.

After all, except for tourists who appreciate the natural beauty or travel by car, and those who work in nearby oil fields, few people will come to stay in a hotel in such a remote place as the town of St. John.

Only Abel lives on the fifth floor, and the third and fourth floors are full of Abel's bodyguards.On the first and second floors, there are some bodyguards on duty.

When Abel went downstairs.

When several bodyguards greeted him and saluted him, he responded with smiles one by one.

It is 7:21 in the morning.

This hotel...no elevator.

He walked up the stairs to the second floor.The second floor is the chess and entertainment room, and there is a gym of about 100 square meters, just beside the stairs.

When Abel was passing by.

I saw no people in other places, but in the gym, several of my bodyguards worked out.Among them is the murderous Craig, the super soldier who is invincible in Africa and is said to kill at least hundreds of people.

He was waving his fist at an instrument, banging.

Several other bodyguards surrounded Craig, amazed:

"(⊙o⊙) Wow! There is 380 pounds without warming up! How many after warming up?"

"Tested just now! The highest one was 480 pounds!"

"(⊙o⊙) Wow! Tyson's fist is only 500 pounds to more than 600 pounds! Captain Craig, your fist is terrible!"

"Wow!"

"..."

With a fierce fist hit on the test instrument, Craig retracted his fist and smiled and said to the bodyguards next to him: "As long as the physical condition allows! In the appropriate training method, the appropriate attack method! You can at least. Achieve 400 pounds of power! It's not difficult! But to achieve Tyson's fist, it cannot be achieved by training. Physical fitness, weight, training and special talent are indispensable!"

As he spoke, the other bodyguards kept nodding their heads.In the absence of Andrews and Lincoln and Roosevelt, Craig became their bodyguard leader.

Not to mention that Craig's fist strength is so exaggerated, his fighting ability is so strong, and his team's tactical leadership ability is also very powerful.

Even if Craig was just a fat pig, under the leadership of himself and others, these bodyguards would brag about him one after another.

But Craig is now qualified to accept such bragging.

Fist strength is 480 pounds. This level of power is already the level of the top world-class heavyweight boxers.

Except for a few abnormalities.

For heavyweight boxers, the power of their right fist is probably between 450 and 500 pounds.

Craig can do 480 pounds.

It's already very powerful.

Generally speaking, body weight is proportional to punching power. Professional heavyweight boxers have a weight level of 86 kg and above, and their punching power can almost reach twice or even three times their own body weight. It can be developed through hard training.

A person without any training foundation is qualified if he can hit a punch equivalent to his own body weight. It is quite good to be able to reach 1.2 times the body weight, and 1.5 times is almost a professional level.

Craig is about 1.9 meters tall and weighs about 90 kilograms. His 480-pound punch is 2.8 times his weight, which is very awesome.

Abel listened with interest.

The one surrounded by Craig and the bodyguards is probably the kind of power tester.

All the time.

Abel only knew that under the influence of the smoke of fate, his body had become a superhuman exaggeration.But how powerful is it? In addition to the endurance that can be 1v10 or more in bed, it also has abnormal sense of smell, taste, hearing, vision and so on.

Other aspects are really not clear.

He suddenly raised the idea of ​​testing his strength.

Ever since walked in.

Once he came in, he didn't say hello yet.Craig was the first to spot him and cried respectfully: "BOSS. Why are you here?"

The other bodyguards also found the boss and greeted Craig one after another.

Abel responded with a smile: "Good morning everyone."

Then he pointed to the instrument for testing power, "This thing. Is it for testing power?"

"Yes. It is a strength tester, which is generally used to test the strength of fists or legs. Although it is not 100% accurate, the accuracy is more than 95%, which is quite reliable." Craig replied.

Abel nodded.

"Shall I play?" he said to Craig.

Of course Craig couldn't say no.

He nodded immediately: "Of course."

In Craig's mind, it's probably because the boss's hands are itchy for a while, just play casually.But Craig doesn't think how powerful the boss is, how powerful his fist is.

The boss has so many lovers and so many girlfriends. At first glance, he is indulgent and sensual, and he is a standard tycoon dude.

That kind of people.

Even if the boss looks pretty standard and healthy.But under such a premise, Craig doesn't feel how powerful the boss is.

He smiled and said: "This mat. Boss, you only need to use all your strength to hit it. You can know the approximate number!"

While saying this, Craig took advantage of Abel while looking at the mat and the monitor that showed the power of his fist.

Secretly winking at the bodyguards nearby, the bodyguards immediately understood.

They are not idiots.

They almost understood what Craig meant.Isn’t it just that the boss waits for the end of the test, no matter how bad the result is, everyone has to brag and praise the boss?

The guy who doesn't do this.

That's really no brainer!

Craig has even thought about what methods should be used if the boss's strength does not meet the standards of his age and weight, so that the boss can be happy again, and the explanation will not be so abrupt in the future.

Other bodyguards are also thinking hard about the bragging sentences.

Abel didn't notice their performance.

He looked at the instrument with great interest, and only punched out after accumulating energy.

boom!

A loud noise rang in the gym, and everyone looked at him.

Craig was taken aback and almost called out.He was still thinking about how to brag about the stinky feet to the boss, and suddenly there was such a shock that almost scared him to draw his gun.

The other bodyguards were also shocked.

They looked at the boss in surprise, and then the display on the instrument.

Actually...

this number?!

Is this the physical quality of ten people in one night?