America's Road to Wealth

Driven by Little John, a local, we soon arrived in Fort Worth.

Little John was familiar with the road, so he drove off the I-35 Interstate where he was traveling, and turned on the turn signal to drive to Weihan Road on the right.

But he was stopped by Abel, "Little John, don't drive that way."

The driver, Little John, was startled. He quickly turned around and drove the huge F350 back onto I-35.

He changed lanes twice temporarily, causing a car following him to almost hit him.

The driver behind the car was an old cowboy, and he cursed and sped up.

When the car drove up to be level with Little John's window, the other person lowered the window and shouted angrily:

“Shit! FXXK’s piece of shit, can you drive?

If you can't drive, go back to your mother's crotch, FXXK! "

With an expressionless expression, Little John lowered the window, grasped the steering wheel with his right hand, and with his left hand, he pulled out a Beretta M9A3 that looked relatively small in his hand from the door storage rack and pointed it at the opposite side.

"FXXK YOU! Say it again!!"

Aim at the opponent, Little John shouted as he drove.

The person on the other side was startled, his face flushed by the sun suddenly changed color, and he was about to reach into the storage compartment.

Just at this time,

There was a "pop".

Another huge F350 behind him hit the old cowboy's car hard.

Little John immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Everything that happened amid the lightning and thunder left David Jones in the back car with lingering fears.

Just now, Edward, who was in the passenger seat, took out his special Agram submachine gun.

"Don't be afraid. The one who hit him was the Fourth Generation." Looking at the expressionless Abel in the rearview mirror, and David Jones who looked much paler.

Little John looked at Edward's special Agram submachine gun again.

"What a good troll." Little John finished commenting on the gun.

Then he spoke again: "That old guy is Depp, an old bastard.

You often get nervous, but don’t worry, the fourth life can take care of everything. "

"Uh" David Jones was speechless.

Abel turned back and looked out the window.

He saw the F350 driven by the fourth generation and the Japanese off-road vehicle owned by an old cowboy named Depp both stopped and leaned towards the roadside in compliance with traffic rules.

The F150 that Lincoln and the others were riding in passed them directly and followed them.

Seeing that the off-road vehicle Depp drove was a dilapidated Japanese model, Abel felt a little relieved.

Generally in Texas, those who drive these second-hand old Japanese SUVs are all poor people.

"Okay." Abel shrugged, turned around and said to Little John: "Go to Jack's Restaurant next to McDonald's in the city center. I want to meet someone there."

"Oh~ I thought you were going to find Alexander. Well, listen to me." Little John laughed.

He didn't seem at all worried about his son who was left behind to deal with trouble.

The car drove for a few more minutes, and David Jones, who was sitting next to Abel, couldn't bear it anymore.

David spoke in a low voice: "Excuse me, Mr. Smith. How did Mr. John deal with it?"

"What else can we do?" Abel said casually: "Both sides got out of the car and faced off with guns.

Usually they won't fire, but there is a high probability that they will start a fight.

Then the local police arrived at the scene and we went into the station together. "

"Hahaha~" Little John, who was driving in the front, laughed, "You can tell at a glance that you are a gay guy or a guy from the West.

What else?

What do you think the treatment is?

Do I want my son to kill that old bastard?

Hahaha~ Brother, murder is illegal and you will go to jail! ! "

David:.

Okay, David admitted that he really thought what Little John said just now.

Let John IV get out of the car and kill the old guy.

This made him afraid, thinking that he had fallen into a trap of thieves.

Seeing David like this, Abel smiled and said to him:

"That's what these guys are like. This is Texas, this is Fort Worth.

Fifty years ago, it even looked like something out of a Western movie. "

"Anyway~"

He spread his hands toward David and waved, "Welcome to Texas."

A place with strong folk customs and abundant martial virtues.

It is also the place with the best security in the United States.

Quite contradictory, isn't it?

But the numbers don't lie, Texas has for years.

Excluding those Lao Mo from further south, the local security has always been very good.

Things like just now happen often, but most of them don't actually shoot.

This can be considered a local and established rule.

Unless one of the two parties is not a local.

Then something might really happen.

Abel had experienced something similar before.

People here really often draw their guns when they disagree.

Most of them won't actually start a fight, because everyone knows that guns can really kill people.

Abel inherited all the memories of his original body, and also had memories of this aspect.

So although I'm a little timid, I can still accept it.

Not David Jones, he's a New Yorker.

Not so New Yorkers.

But this matter was also decided by Abel.

In the future, I will go back to Texas, or go to some tough states like Texas.

You need to bring more bodyguards.

Things like this just happened, Depp is an old fool, so it was just an accident.

But if there really is someone with bad intentions who has evil intentions towards him along the way.

In the situation just now, it was really dangerous.

Thinking this way, he decided to ask for rock security later.

For this reason, a more complete security plan will be needed.

Just like this, when Abel was thinking about how to make himself safer.

Two Ford F350s arrived at the McDonald's in downtown Fort Worth.

Stopping at the McDonald's parking lot, Abel got out of the car and walked to Jack's Restaurant not far away.

Little John didn't know what he was going to do, but he got out of the car too.

"Abel, who are you here to meet?" Little John asked curiously.

Abel responded casually:

"Meet that Florida guy you just mentioned who bought Sunnis Mountain."

Little John was startled, "That Florida guy? I heard from Steve that he often doesn't come once a year. Also, what are you doing with the Florida guy?"

"I'm going to buy his Sunnis Mountain, what do you think, little John?"

"Forehead"

Little John followed quickly, walking beside Abel, looking at Abel's calm eyes.

He said: "Are you serious? Sunnis Mountain is huge.

Steve said it would take him almost a day to drive a motorcycle to make a complete circle. "

"Yes. I'm serious." Abel smiled.

"Well, that's pretty good." Little John said, "The grass over there in the Sunnis Mountains is very lush, and a lot of it is pasture.

There are also two large rivers passing through and five large lakes. "

"If you buy it, you can probably raise several thousand more cattle or grow a lot of corn."

After saying this, Little John realized, "Well, although that farm is very deserted, there is nothing.

But it’s several times bigger than Smith’s Farm. Do you have that much money to buy it? "