marvel cube player

Steve's motorcycle club is called the Hellfire Club.

Even Steve didn't know how to complain about this name.

Anyway, this Hellfire Club is not the mutant leader. The Hellfire Club has some mutants that are not found in this world.

The most important thing is for everyone to work together in harmony, earn money, and have a wife.

And Steve is a new recruit of this motorcycle club. The motorcycle maintenance staff is because Steve's predecessor was very good at maintaining small motorcycles.

Although after time travel, Steve is now confused and does not remember any of his motorcycle maintenance skills.

Following the vague memory, I found this motorcycle club located in Manhattan.

At the door, two security guards greeted Steve.

"Steve, you're welcome today. I'm busy and the three customers just now are here to maintain their cars."

Not knowing the two white security guards at all, Steve could only smile and nod, saying that he was neither busy nor busy, either working for the boss or just begging for food.

Only after Steve walked into the club did he realize that the entire club was just a large warehouse, but the inside of the warehouse had been renovated. It was gaudy, messy, and looked a bit like a colorful, garbage dump.

Here is a motorcycle with no tires. There are seven or eight tires on the corpse that form the seven Olympic rings.

Asymmetry is everywhere.

For a MC player who loves symmetry, every time Steve lives in the crypts and houses he lives in, whether in creative mode or survival mode, the buildings are % symmetrical.

Even when he plants trees around the house, he has to plant them, symmetrically!

So when Steve saw this mess, he felt like he couldn't help but start to reach out and pick up these squares and then place them symmetrically one by one.

For example, there are several pots of green plants placed in the middle of the warehouse.

As for the composition, the patterns may be round or not, square or not, and some of them may make people feel uncomfortable.

But when Steve saw the woman in front of the counter in the club wearing a cool swimsuit, the young lady couldn't help but was about to masturbate with her bare hands, and the unicorn arm was immediately sealed.

Tsk tsk, there is a beautiful girl!

Gee, there’s an indoor bikini!

It seems that the owner of this Hellfire Club is also a like-minded person. He allowed such a beautiful young lady to wear such a cool and swimsuit indoors to entertain guests. This club is very impressive.

When I open Meituan, it is absolutely % positive.

If this motorcycle club doesn't have % positive reviews, the owner should go stand on his head and criticize the five-speed electric fan.

It’s so scarce and there are resources here. If you still can’t get % praise on Meituan, then it’s really a failure.

Just when Steve was fascinated by the cool young lady, a voice that was neither salty nor light suddenly sounded behind Steve: "Steve? Don't you have three motorcycles that need maintenance today? Why are you still standing here? Up?"

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

The middle-aged man standing behind him is the owner of the Hellfire Motorcycle Club.

I don’t know if Steve is admiring Miss Qingliang. Sometimes he is obsessed with it. He always feels like he sees the boss’s face. Sometimes he seems to see Miss Qingliang, her face...

When I thought of a middle-aged muscular man wearing a cool, three-point women's swimsuit, standing here ogling him, Steve, with unicorn arms, it was him, happiness, and the little brother was completely sealed.

It seemed that his mind was open at this moment. It was so big that Steve felt dizzy and quickly shook his head in front of him. The boss said: "Ah, boss, I will go and take care of it right away."

Steve shook his head vigorously as he walked.

But what he had just imagined was vivid and vivid, and it seemed to have taken root in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it.

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

Middle-aged muscular man...

Three point swimsuit...

'Damn it, I can't look directly at the bikini anymore...'

But after Steve entered his own studio, he fell into another great trouble.

Well, what is the maintenance process for motorcycles?

After Steve traveled through time, he seemed to have inherited this body and no eating skills at all.

I don’t remember the so-called motorcycle maintenance process at all...

Looking at the three luxury machines parked in the studio, Steve lowered his head and thought for a moment.

It's up!

The principles taught to us by our Chinese ancestors are still very simple, including diligence, frugality and simplicity and cleanliness.

As long as people wear it, it will feel comfortable if it is clean and looks good.

This is just like car maintenance, just wipe it clean.

Then the maintenance of these small cars should be the same. They should be wiped with a rag to make them brighter.

When he thought of it, Steve finally found a dark rag in the trash can, and then tried his best to clean the rag with dish soap.

While Steve was dripping dishwashing liquid on the motorcycles, he used a rag to spread the dishwashing liquid evenly on the motorcycles. Every corner was a motorcycle, and there was a keyhole. Steve used pliers to open it and then poured it in. I emptied half a can of dish soap.

Half an hour later, Steve looked at the three motorcycles in the studio filled with foam and smiled proudly.

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

Another hour later, Steve was watching him drying in a small drying machine. The outside of the three motorcycles looked like they had just come out, and the lights were reflecting in every corner of the new cars.

"Perfect and well maintained."

Taking a deep breath, Steve lamented that the business of maintaining cars was serious. He was so tired. Just these three small cars made Steve fall down from exhaustion.

He couldn't imagine how those people who professionally opened car washes persisted.

But looking at the three motorcycles that he had 'maintained', a very bold idea came to Steve's mind.

Can I pull this motorcycle out as a cube?

In my world, there are very few mechanical objects, and Steve didn't have the opportunity to try out what it feels like to masturbate to a machine.

Among us, the great poet and wise man Zhou Shuren once said that if you study medicine, you cannot save people.

I just have to do it myself!

Feel it with yourself and your hands!

Only then can you know what it is like and how it feels to masturbate to a machine.

So there was Steve squatting full of energy next to a pure red motorcycle, using his little fists to punch him hard.

In Steve's field of vision, every time a small fist falls on the motorcycle, a number will pop up.

1700.

According to what Steve himself did last night when he was rolling trees and the ground, he judged that there was 1700. The number means that he needed to hit the motorcycle hard with his small fist 1700 times.

A small fist is raised and a small fist is lowered.

1699.

After knocking four or five times, Steve fell into deep thought.

In the past, I only touched the tree twenty times, and sometimes I touched the ground one hundred and thirty times.

Why this motorcycle? Want to jerk off 1700 times?

What's the difference between the two?

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

After thinking for a moment, Steve still didn't understand the two. The difference was that since this motorcycle had a number of times, it should be able to be picked out.

There are 1700 strokes per second, so it takes less than half an hour.

"Fight!"

Steve felt that he had all the patience to test the truth.

So from time to time in this bachelor's motorcycle maintenance room, the sound of a man's heavy breathing could be heard, and there were sounds of punches hitting the flesh and metal being smashed.

Just when Steve was obsessed with masturbating, he happened to pass by Steve's studio during the process, and the boss heard the unpleasant breathing in the room.

"Damn! Steve, what are you doing to me? You're still at work..."

As soon as Steve landed, there was a sound of flesh and metal colliding with his little fist as he stopped on the motorcycle. Then he looked confused and looked at the boss who kicked in the door...

‘The boss also wants to join me in driving the car, right? ’