Chapter Forty-Five: Someone Secretly... (1st Update)

Midnight.

Joe pricked up his ears to listen to the movement, and after making sure that everyone was asleep, he sneaked out of the room.

"Where?" Joe fumbled in the living room.

It was dark, but it didn't affect Joe in the slightest.

"Found it!" Joe whispered.

In the evening, he saw T'Challa throw the keys to his motorcycle in the living room, looked for it, and sure enough, he got it.

"Hee-hee, go on a motorcycle!" Joe happily slipped out of the house and ran out into the yard.

The Harley was parked on the lawn of the yard.

Joe picked Harley up and flew away, and a few seconds later, he landed on the road outside the town with Harley in his hand.

Joe didn't dare to start the motorcycle at home, how embarrassing it would be if he woke everyone up!

Coming out in the middle of the night to ride a motorcycle?

I'm afraid it's not T'Challa who will die of laughter!

Joe also wants to save face! Obviously he was so cold in the afternoon!

This coldness is what he admits to himself.

Putting Harley away, Joe sat down excitedly.

Turning the key, Joe started the motorcycle.

"Pinch the clutch, hang the gear, release the clutch." Joe muttered.

Unsurprisingly, Joe's first attempt failed, and the motorcycle stalled.

This time Joe is very patient, and there is no one around, so he will not be ridiculed.

Joe tried a dozen times before he got into gear on the motorcycle.

"Yay!" Joe was so happy that he almost didn't jump. "I still have a talent for driving!"

The throttle was pinched to death, and the motorcycle rushed straight out.

There was a slight breeze in the night, and Joe squinted, his face full of intoxication.

In order not to disturb others, he didn't even turn on the lights, and he couldn't see it anyway!

Joe hummed a song and drove the bike comfortably.

After a while, he was a little dissatisfied with the speed of the motorcycle, and now the motorcycle is in first gear, and the throttle is only more than 70 yards, which is a little slow for him!

Joe began to try to shift gears, and according to T'Challa during the day, there was no difference between shifting gears and gearing.

This time Joe succeeded in one go, and directly hung the motorcycle to fifth gear.

At this time, the speed came to more than 190 per hour!

Now Joe was satisfied, and he manipulated the handlebars to make the bike drive in an "S" shape.

Anyway, it's late at night, and the town of Smallville is out of the way, so there's no one on this road.

For ordinary people, motorcycles of this speed will definitely not dare to mess around, and if they are not careful, they will be destroyed and killed.

But Joe is different, how fast he is! How hard the body is!

As soon as the motorcycle was about to lose its balance, Joe used his two long legs to prop up on the ground, and nothing happened!

"Oh roar~" Joe exclaimed excitedly.

With the muffled sound of the locomotive's engine, it drifted far, far away in the night.

"It's still too slow!" Joe muttered to himself.

Nearly 200 speeds per hour were like a snail crawling to him, and if it weren't for the thrill of driving a motorcycle, this motorcycle would mean nothing to him.

"I've decided, I'm going to apply for the Department of Mechanical Engineering in college, and I'm choosing a physics department!" Joe thought to himself.

Steel is a man's romance!

With his brain, as long as he wants to learn, he can learn anything quickly!

In this life, he is considered to be a Tianhu start, and he can live well no matter what!

There are basically no natural predators, and he doesn't need to worry about his livelihood, he can do something that interests him.

Do whatever you want, uninhibited!

"When the time comes, I will also knock out all kinds of locomotives with my bare hands!

Get a motorcycle that's faster than an airplane!

Supersonic motorcycles! ”

Joe thought beautifully.

He felt that with his own ability, when his knowledge reserve was enough, it would be much easier to come up with a mecha or something than a certain megalomaniac!

At least he doesn't even need a hammer! What a steel alloy that Joe can play with as mud!

It is also very simple to cut, with an eye shine, a high-temperature laser, to ensure that there is no burr, what shape to cut into what shape!

There will be no shortage of materials or anything!

There is still a little leopard living in the house, which is more expensive than gold, and he can get a lot of vibranium! Aerospace alloy is also easy to get, there are so many satellites in space, secretly dismantle one of them! You can also get unlimited meteorites!

Drawings are not afraid, see through the eyes to understand.

Joe felt that he could make anything he wanted to do later!

Thinking about the various mechanical equipment that he dived out by himself in the future, Joe found it very interesting.

"If I have the chance, I can make a high imitation of Optimus Prime!"

"Hahaha~" Joe smiled happily.

He felt that he had a goal in the future, and after awakening his ability, he was too invincible, and he almost felt that there was no fun in life, and now he finally found a goal he was interested in, and he was complete!

Joe was there dreaming of a future locomotive and sports car in his own warehouse.

"Click!" The motorcycle stalled.

"What's the situation?"

Joe restarted the motorcycle, but before he could take two steps, the motorcycle turned off again!

He came down to check it and found that the motorcycle cylinder had bottomed out!

Yesterday T'Challa bought it back without gas, and after playing for so long in the afternoon, the gas was long gone.

"Forget it, that's all for today, and I'll play next time."

Joe's interest in this Harley is now greatly reduced.

All I think about is how handsome and cool the motorcycle I will make in the future, and it will definitely be much faster than this slow Harley!

He can't take a fancy to this one!

"Tomorrow I'm going to find some books to read, and when I get into school, I'll start designing my own motorcycle.

Well, I'm going to get some vibranium, I want my motorcycle to be made of vibranium! ”

After thinking about it, Joe decided to forget it, the first one didn't need vibranium, he had only been to Wakanda, this is not good, and the next time the little leopard goes back, go back with him!

"Let's use aerospace alloy, go to the sky to touch some, it should barely work."

Now he's looking high!

"Meteoric iron will do!"

While thinking about what to do with his locomotive, Joe lifted Harley and flew home.

Putting Harley back in his place, Joe snuck into his room again.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, when T'Challa woke up in the morning to go out on his motorcycle, he found that the motorcycle was no longer on fire.

"Strange, I remember there was still oil yesterday!" T'Challa said suspiciously, standing beside the motorcycle.

Joe walked past him silently, not saying a word.

"Why is there no gas?" T'Challa looked at Joe suspiciously, and his first reaction was that it had something to do with Joe.

"What are you looking at?"

T'Challa was tempted to reply, "Look at you!" But after thinking about the force value of the two, he gave up.

"Second-hand, it costs oil!" Joe said.

T'Challa didn't believe Joe's nonsense, he bought it yesterday and checked it, and the motorcycle was very well maintained, and there was no problem at all.

It must have something to do with Joe, but T'Challa couldn't find evidence and had to give up.

This guy nudged Harley for four or five kilometers and ran to the gas station in town to fill it up.

Half an hour later, T'Challa, wearing sunglasses, rode Harley in front of Joe,

"Let's go, Joe, I'll take you for a ride!"

Someone completely forgot about his disgusting behavior last night, happily jumped on the motorcycle, and snatched T'Challa's sunglasses off, driving the person to the back.

"I'll do it." Joe said.

"You won't..."

Before T'Challa could finish speaking, Joe started his motorcycle and rode onto the road.

Joe rode the motorcycle directly to the end, and the speed rose all of a sudden, and T'Challa's words were a little unclear behind the wind.

"When did you learn it?"

T'Challa was puzzled.