The second morning.

Early in the morning.

Abel received a call from Andrees. Andrees was not brought by him this time. After something happened to Phella this time, he sent back to New York by him overnight last night.

Or as Phila, there is also the bodyguard leader of Gornetti and his daughter who have come from Los Angeles.

By the way, he also asked Andrees to find some Orange and Red Safety staff who were good at whistling, and watch Bill Williams and his girlfriend who were preparing to retaliate.

Unexpectedly.

After the phone is connected.

Andres said, "BOSS. You want me to pay attention to those two people and went to today's newspaper."

Abel: “???”

"The one named Bill Williams and his mistress."

"Oh, what's wrong with them? It's only 7:00 now, and the stock market hasn't opened. Their stock price is still the same as last night? How are they now?" After yawning on the bed, Abel got off the bed, walked a few steps, and opened the thick black curtains in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Ask Andrees by the way.

The moment the curtains opened, the early morning sunshine of Texas shone into the bedroom and on Abel, like the gospel of light.

At this moment, he was covered in light.

No one can see these.

Andres replied there: "In a short report from the New York Times, these two people were reported. It is said that last night. The two people started fighting in their own apartment for some reason. The fight was a bit serious. The one named Bill Williams seemed to have one eye blind. The mistress named Penny had one arm broken."

Abel: "!!!"

It's so intense, what's going on? What's going on? Why did they fight by themselves before they exert force? And they fight so tragically.

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

"The reason for the fight is unclear. Both parties are now undergoing treatment in the hospital, but the New York police have intervened. Both parties accused each other of their intention to murder..."

"Is this kind of thing?" Abel couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Is it a bitter plan?"

"A bitter meat plan?"

"Oh, a name for the way to avoid punishment. I will punish myself deliberately so that others can feel compassion and forget the way they need punishment."

"Oh!" Andres said repeatedly, "This should be a name in the profound oriental culture, right?"

The boss seems very interested in his boss's love of Eastern culture, especially in a country that is generally bad for ordinary Americans.

His men knew this.

This also makes those motivated subordinates more or less try to understand some Eastern culture, especially the profound Chinese culture, so as to cater to the boss's special interests and hobbies.

Although Andrees doesn't like reading.

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

"Well, probably." Abel was free to speak, and then said, "Since they are now biting dogs, then don't worry about them for the time being. Remove the whistleman there. Andres."

"OK."

Abel hung up the phone.

Throwing his cell phone on the bed, he put his hands on his hips and dressed in his nightgown, looking down at the grasslands and hills of Texas below from this simple 5-story restaurant.

Especially in Lake St. John.

When the sun just climbed in the morning and the sun was not so fierce, the grasslands and lakes under the sun and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were so pleasing to the eye.

It made Abel feel happy.

This happy mood made him let go of Bill Williams. Anyway, the other party is already in a lot of trouble now. Abel will not cancel the attack on Bill Williams' company, but he will no longer work hard to think about how to deal with him.

He hasn't officially revenge yet.

The other party was blinded by his own mistress, and now they were both suing each other. Abel prepared to wait until the other party is discharged from the hospital, and when the other party thinks that the current trouble has been solved, he will give them a blow.

Now let’s do the serious business!

I came to Texas myself, not for a trip. If I came to travel and vacation, it would be impossible for a woman to bring me no one. I have been traveling for so many days since I traveled through time, but this has been very rare. When I was resting at night, there was no soft and fragrant ketone body lying next to me!

Not even a girl.

For him, it was really a thing of the past. But he was not a super pervert who couldn't live without women. He was very straightforward and went downstairs after packing up.

This hotel has 5 floors.

But rather than a hotel, it is better to say that this is just a small country house. Because of its simplicity, except for the rough and slightly Gothic European buildings on the outside, the functions and functions of the interior are simply similar to the Home Inn or the 7-day hotel in the third- and fourth-tier cities in China.

The first floor is the restaurant, the welcome hall, and the rest area. The second floor is the entertainment hall, which has various chess and cards, as well as an almost essential gym among European and American hotels. The third floor, 4th floor, 5th floor, 5th floor, 5th floor, 5th floor, 5th floor, 5th floor, 5th floor, 5th floor, 5th floor, 3rd floor and 4th floor are both standard double rooms, or even narrow single rooms.

After all, except for tourists who appreciate natural beauty or self-driving tours, as well as those who work in nearby oil fields, few people will run to a remote place like St. John's Town to stay in a hotel.

On the fifth floor, there is only Abel living alone, and on the third and fourth floors, Abel's bodyguards are full of Abel's bodyguards. On the first and second floors, some bodyguards are on duty.

When Abel went downstairs.

When he met several bodyguards greeted him, he responded with smiles.

It's 7:21 am now.

This hotel... has no elevator.

He walked the stairs and arrived at the 2nd floor. The 2nd floor was the chess and card room, and there was a gym about 100 square meters, just next to the stairs.

When Abel passed by.

I saw that there were no people in other places, but in the gym, several of my bodyguards were exercising. Among them was Craig, who had murderous aura on his body, the super soldier king who was invincible in Africa and was said to kill at least hundreds of people.

He was waving his fist at an instrument, thumping.

Several other bodyguards surrounded Craig and were amazed:

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

"I just tested it! The highest time was 480 pounds!"

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

"Wow!"

“…”

With a fierce punch, Craig retracted his fist and smiled at the bodyguards beside him: "As long as your physical condition allows, the right training method, the right attack method! You can achieve at least 400 pounds of strength! This is not difficult! But to achieve Tyson's fist, it is not something that can be achieved through training. Physical fitness, weight, training and special talents are indispensable!"

While he spoke, the other bodyguards kept nodding. With Andrees, Lincoln and Roosevelt away, Craig became their bodyguard leader.

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

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

But Craig is now qualified to accept such boasts.

The fist power is actually 480 pounds. The power of this level is already at the level of those top world-class heavyweight boxing masters.

Except for a few perverts.

The heavyweight boxing masters have about 450 pounds to 500 pounds.

Craig can do 480 pounds.

It's already very awesome.

Generally speaking, weight is proportional to punching power, while the weight level of professional heavyweight boxers is above 86 kg, and the punching power can almost reach 2 or even 3 times their own weight. This can only be developed after a long and long period of hard training.

If a person without any training foundation can achieve a boxing force equivalent to his own weight, it is already quite good if he can reach a level of 1.2 times his weight. It is almost a professional level to reach 1.5 times.

Craig is about 1.9 meters tall and weighs about 90 kilograms. The 480 pounds of punch is 2.8 times his weight, which is very awesome.

Abel was interested in listening.

The one who was surrounded by Craig and his bodyguards was probably the kind of tester that tested strength.

Always.

Abel only knew that under the influence of the smoke of fate, his body might have become a superhuman exaggerated quality. But how powerful is, in addition to being able to have 1v10 or above in bed, as well as perverted sense of smell, taste, hearing, vision, etc.

I really don't know much about other aspects.

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

So he walked in.

As soon as he came in, he had not said hello. Craig was the first to find him and shouted respectfully: "BOSS. Why are you here?"

The other bodyguards also discovered the boss and greeted Craig.

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

Then he pointed to the instrument that tested strength, "Is this thing. Is it a test strength?"

"Yes. It is a strength tester, which is usually used to test the strength of fists or legs. Although it is not 100% accurate, the accuracy rate is above 95%, which is still trustworthy." Craig replied.

Abel nodded.
To be continued...