The biker club where Steve works is called the Hellfire Club.

For this name, Steve didn't know how to complain.

Anyway, this Hellfire Club is not the Hellfire Club led by the mutant super humanoid magnet, there are no mutants in this world.

So far, all he knew was that there was a Stark Industries.

In this way, Steve feels that everyone works together to earn money to buy a house and hold a wife, which is the most important thing.

And Steve is a new motorcycle maintenance worker recruited by this motorcycle club, because Steve has a very good car maintenance technology in the past.

Although Steve is now confused after the crossing, he doesn't remember any locomotive maintenance skills.

That's right, the black-haired Steve has crossed into a handsome guy with a blonde body, and he has not inherited most of the memories of his body, Steve can only recall the events of his body in the past two days.

But he only crossed into this world last night......

Following a vague memory in his mind, Steve stumbled along the way to this Manhattan-area motorcycle club.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, two security guards at the gate greeted Steve.

"Steve, you've been busy today, and you just had three customers take care of their cars."

Steve, who didn't know the two white security guards at all, could only smile and nod, saying that he was not busy or busy, he was working for the boss, just to beg for food for his life.

When Steve walked through the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Looks like this is it, but what do I do with my job?" ”

He didn't inherit anything about motorcycles in his memory, he was a motorcycle novice, or even a battery bike novice, probably only riding a bicycle or something.

After Steve walked into the club, he walked around and found that the whole club was purely a large warehouse remodeled, but unfortunately the warehouse was transformed into a mess, and in Steve's own eyes, it was a bit like a colorful garbage dump.

There is a corpse of a motorcycle falling apart here, there are eight tires that make up the seven Olympic rings, and one tire is actually standing in the middle of the Olympic rings! It's uncomfortable to watch!

Asymmetrical beauty is everywhere.

For an MC player who loves symmetry, Steve's crypt and matchbox house are 100% symmetrical, with symmetrical colors and materials, whether in creative or survival mode.

Even when he planted trees around the house, he had to plant symmetry!

So, when Steve caught a glimpse of the messy club, he felt as if he couldn't help but start reaching for the cubes and putting them in symmetry one by one.

For example, a few pots of greenery in the middle of the warehouse.

The composition of the pattern, round but not round, not square, looks uncomfortable.

However, when Steve saw the young lady in a cool swimsuit in front of the counter of the club, the unicorn arm that was about to be stroked with his bare hands was suddenly sealed.

Tsk, pretty girl!

Tsk, indoor bikini!

It seems that the owner of this Hellfire Club is also a fellow practitioner, and letting such a beautiful young lady wear such a cool swimsuit indoors to entertain guests, this club has a lot of compulsion.

Flipping through Meituan, it is definitely 100% praised.

If it's not 100% positive, let the owner of this motorcycle club go to the five-speed electric fan upside down.

Such a rare resource here, if it can't get 100% praise on Meituan, it will be a real failure.

Just when Steve was fascinated by the cool young lady, a voice that was not salty or light suddenly sounded behind Steve, "Steve? Don't you have three locomotives to maintain today? Why are you still standing here? ”

As soon as Steve turned his head, he was immediately excited.

The middle-aged man standing behind him was the owner of the Hellfire Locomotive Club.

I don't know if Steve was a little obsessed when he admired the cool young lady, he always felt that when he saw the face of this boss, it was like seeing the face of the cool young lady......

I thought of a middle-aged muscular uncle, wearing a cool three-point women's swimsuit, standing here and flattering him.

It seemed that the brain hole seemed to be too big at this moment, and Steve only felt dizzy, and quickly shook his head and said to the boss in front of him: "Ah, boss, I'll go to maintenance right away." ”

As he walked, Steve shook his head vigorously.

But the vivid picture that he thought of just now seemed to be rooted and lingered in his mind.

This made Steve wonder if he had a poisonous eye in his head.

Middle-aged muscular uncle......

Three-point swimsuit ......

'Damn, I can't look at a bikini at all......

But when Steve entered his own studio, he found himself in another big problem.

Well, what is the process of locomotive maintenance?

After Steve's crossing, it seems that he has not inherited the eating skills of this body at all.

Completely do not remember the so-called locomotive maintenance process......

Looking at the three luxurious mechanical locomotives parked in the studio, Steve looked down and pondered for a moment.

Pregnant!

The truth given to us by our Chinese ancestors is still very simple, diligent and thrifty, simple and clean.

As long as people wear clean clothes, they look very comfortable.

It's the same as car maintenance, wouldn't it be nice to wipe it clean.

Then the maintenance of these small cars should be the same, wipe him with a rag to make it brighter.

As soon as he thought of it, Steve finally found a pitch-black rag in the trash can, and then took great difficulty to wash the rag with dish soap.

While Steve dripped dish soap on the exterior of these locomotives, he used a rag to evenly spread the dish soap on every corner of the locomotive, which is the keyhole of the locomotive, and Steve used pliers to pull it open and then injected most of the half jar of dish soap.

Half an hour later, Steve looked at the three foam-covered locomotives in the studio and smirked.

"The next thing to do is to find a water hose to flush it!"

An hour later, Steve looked at the three locomotives he had dried in a small oven, looking like new cars from the outside, with lights reflecting off the lights in every corner.

"Perfect, well maintained."

Steve, who exhaled deeply, sighed very much, the maintenance car industry is really tiring, and these three small cars made Steve tired and lay down.

He couldn't imagine how those who drove car washes professionally could persevere.

But staring at the three locomotives he 'maintained', a very bold idea came to Steve's mind.

Can this locomotive be used as a block for me to pull out?

In Minecraft games without mods, there are very few mechanical objects, and Steve hasn't had a chance to try out what it's like to to a machine.

Our great poet and wise speaker, Zhou Shuren, once said that studying medicine can't save people.

Only go and in person!

Feel it with your own hands!

to know what it's like to masturbate the machine.

So, Steve squatted on the side of a pure red locomotive with energy, and vigorously stroked the locomotive's dynamic fuel tank with the palm of his hand.

In Steve's field of vision, every time his fist landed on the bike, a number popped up.

1700。

Judging by Steve's own experience of plucking trees and ground last night, the number of 1,700 means that he needs to hit the locomotive 1,700 times with his hands.

The small fist is raised, and the small fist falls.

1699。

After four or five knocks, Steve fell into deep thought.

Before, he only stroked 20 times when he was picking up trees at the entrance of the park, and 130 strokes when he was brushing the ground.

Why this locomotive? Do you want to 1700 times?

Is there any difference between the two?

Or is it simply because this locomotive is made of iron?

Steve, who thought about it for a while, still didn't understand the difference between the two, but since this locomotive has a number of prompts, it should be able to pull it out.

One stroke per second, 1700 times is counted in less than half an hour.

"Fight!"

Steve felt that he had complete patience to experiment with the truth.

So, in the bachelor's locomotive maintenance room, from time to time there was the sound of a man's heavy breathing, as well as the sound of fists smashing iron.

While Steve was indulging in the motorcycle, the boss who happened to pass by Steve's studio heard the unbearable gasp in the room.

"Damn it! Steve, what are you doing for me! Still at work......"

Steve's little fist stopped on the locomotive with a sound of flesh and metal colliding, and then he looked at the boss who kicked in the door with a confused expression......

'Is it the boss who also wants to join me in the masturbation process?' ’