America’s Road To Wealth

  Chapter 90 Texans with abundant martial arts

   Driven by a local named John, he soon came to Fort Worth.

  Little John was familiar with the road, and drove off the original I-35 Interstate Highway, turned on the turn signal and drove to Wickham Road on the right.

   But Abel stopped him, "Little John, don't drive there."

   Little John, who was driving, was taken aback. He quickly turned around and drove the huge F350 back to Interstate I-35.

  He changed lanes twice in this way, causing a car behind him to almost hit him.

  The old cowboy was driving behind, and immediately rushed up, cursing and speeding up.

  When the car drove to the same level as the window of Little John, the other party lowered the window and yelled at this side:

   "shit! FXXK's rotten shit, can you drive?

  Go back to your mother's crotch if you can't drive, FXXK! "

  Little John was expressionless, lowered the car window, grasped the steering wheel with his right hand, and took out a small Beretta M9A3 from the door storage rack with his left hand and aimed it at the opposite side.

   "FXXKYOU! Say it again!"

   Aim at each other, Little John roared while driving.

  The opposite person was startled, his face flushed by the sun suddenly changed color, and his hand was about to reach into the storage compartment.

Just at this time,

   "Snap".

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

  Little John immediately stepped on the accelerator and walked away.

   All that happened between lightning and thunder made David Jones in the rear compartment terrified.

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

   "Don't be afraid. It was the fourth generation who hit him." Looking at the expressionless Abel in the rearview mirror, and David Jones, whose face paled a lot.

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

   "What a good troll." Little John finished evaluating the gun

   Only then did he speak again: "That old guy is Depp, an old bastard.

   I often get nervous, don't worry, Sishi can take care of everything. "

   "Uh" David Jones was speechless.

  Abel turned his head and looked out the window.

  He saw the F350 driven by Shi Shi and the Japanese off-road vehicle of an old cowboy named Depp stopped, and leaned to the side of the road in a very strict manner.

  The F150 they were riding in Lincoln passed them directly and kept up with them.

   Seeing that the off-road vehicle driven by Depp is a dilapidated Japanese model, Abel became a little relieved.

  Generally in Texas, those who drive this second-hand old Japanese SUV 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, I listen to you." Little John laughed.

  He doesn't look like he's one bit worried about staying behind, the troublesome son.

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

  David whispered: "Excuse me, Mr. Smith. How did you deal with what Mr. John said?"

   "How else to deal with it." Abel said casually: "The two sides got out of the car and confronted each other with guns.

   Generally, they will not fire, but there is a high probability that they will fight.

  Then the local police arrived and entered the bureau together. "

   "Hahaha~" Little John, who was driving in front, laughed, "You guys can tell you are a Yankee or a Western guy at a glance.

   Or else?

   What do you think the process is?

   Shall I tell my son, to kill that old bastard?

  Hahaha~Brother, murder is against the law and you should go to jail! "

   David: .

   Well, David admitted that he really thought that what Little John said was dealt with just now.

   It's John IV, get out of the car and kill that old guy.

   This made him frightened, thinking he had fallen into a trap.

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

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

  Fifty years ago, it was even like in a western. "

   "In short~"

  He waved his hands to David, "Welcome to Texas."

  The place where the folk customs are strong and the martial arts are abundant.

   It is also the best place in the United States for law and order.

   Very contradictory, isn't it?

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

  Not counting the old Mo who came from the south, the local law and order has indeed been very good.

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

   This can be regarded as a local rule.

   Unless one of the two parties is not a local.

   Then something might really go wrong.

   Similar things happened to Abel before.

  People here really often draw their guns when they disagree.

  Most of them will not really fight, because everyone knows that guns can really kill people.

  Abel inherited all the memories of the original body, and also has this aspect of memory.

  So although it is a bit embarrassing, it is still acceptable.

  David Jones can't, he's from New York.

   New Yorkers are not like that.

   But let Abel decide on this matter.

   Go back to Texas in the future, or go to those tough states like Texas.

   You need to bring more bodyguards.

   For things like this just now, Depp is a fool, so it was just an accident.

  But if there is a caring person who intends to do something wrong to him halfway.

  In the situation just now, it is really dangerous.

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

   To this end, a better security plan must be worked out.

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

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

   Stopped in the parking lot of McDonald's, Abel got off 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 see?" Johnny asked curiously.

  Abel responded casually:

   "Meet that Florida guy you just said bought Sunny Hills."

  Little John was stunned, "That Florida guy? According to Steve, he doesn't come here often once a year. Also, what are you doing with the Florida guy?"

   "I'm going to buy his Sunny Hills, what do you think, Little John?"

"Forehead"

  Little John could keep up quickly, walking beside Abel, looking into Abel's calm eyes.

   He said, "Are you serious? Sunny Mountain is huge.

  Steve said that it takes almost a day to drive a motorcycle to complete a circle. "

   "Yes. I'm serious." Abel laughed.

   "Well, that's pretty good." Little John said: "The grass on the Sunny Mountain side is very lush, and a lot of it is grass.

   And there are two big rivers passing by, and five big lakes. "

   "If you buy it, it is estimated that you can raise a few thousand more cows, or grow a lot of corn."

  After saying this, Little John realized later, "Although the farm is barren, there is nothing.

   But it is several times bigger than Smith Farm, do you have that much money to buy it? "

  (end of this chapter)