If it's a motorcycle or a motorized scooter that uses oil, that's okay. You only need to open the oil cap and pour the oil in. Although this process will require some patience and arm strength, it is not a big problem.

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Mainly if Yang Ming's group of racing gangs mostly have small cars, it will be very difficult to refuel.

Without an oil gun, it is not easy to get the oil from the bucket into the car. After all, most cars are refueled from the side...

"Is this so..."

"We have two homemade oil guns. Is it okay to use that one?" Yang Ming thought for a while and then said.

This is the meaning of giving a pillow when sleepiness comes.

One second Qianye was still having a headache about refueling, but the next second Yang Ming happened to come up with a solution.

Homemade oil guns are common to all drag racing gangs, and most of them are made by relatively poor racing gangs. This kind of oil gun is not high-tech, it is just made of water pipes and soft plastic mineral water bottles.

Use Kia for oil pumping purposes.

"Okay, it's best to use that one!"

Qianye nodded in affirmation.

If this kind of homemade oil gun is used to change the oil, the speed will definitely not be able to keep up with the speed of pumping out the oil barrel. Qianye did not think much, turned to look at Su Zao and said to him: "Go down and help, let him

If people do it, the speed will be very slow."

"oh."

Su Zao did not refuse.

Anyway, no one is needed here to pump oil, so he can just go down.

The surrounding temperature was now very high, and he could hardly bear it. Even with his talent, Su Zao could not do anything in the face of the rising temperature.

If Qianye has a way, he will just do what Qianye wants...

Finally, the transfer of oil in the oil barrel is divided into three working directions.

Qianye and Wang Qingqing were guarding the oil barrels upstairs, using the siphon principle to get the oil into the water pipes, while Yang Kaixin was downstairs making sure the water pipes were aligned with the barrels to prevent them from flowing out.

Su Zao and Yang Ming waited until the oil in the bucket was almost three-quarters full, then took the oil bucket to the parking area behind the garage, and used what they called a homemade oil gun to add oil to the car.

go......

It barely matches in terms of speed.

Division of labor is not a big problem.

As expected, Qianye estimated that it would take about an hour to clean out all the oil in these oil barrels.

There is no other way. Although this time is very long, it has already reached the standard of trying our best. Next, we can only pray that this weird temperature will not rise too high within this hour...

...

Sweat, it's all sweat.

The overly hot environment made beads of sweat drip from Su Zao's forehead. He couldn't care whether the sweat would drip into the oil or cause problems with the vehicles. On the contrary, these cars were not his, so he just

Just add these oils according to Qianye's requirements.

Yang Ming himself was not feeling well either. The high-intensity exercise coupled with the scorching temperature made him feel like he was about to be roasted. When he was carrying the oiled bucket, he even felt his consciousness slip into a coma.

Maybe it won't be long before he goes into shock and faints here due to dehydration...

"Who is the bastard who did this much oil?"

"Is the method of transporting oil here feasible?"

Yang Ming complied while complaining. Now he has begun to come to his senses. He no longer blindly trusts Qianye and begins to wonder why the other party wants him and others to do this.

Move some oil...

Can the garage door be opened?

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It sounds unreasonable no matter how you listen. He doesn't understand the so-called weird rules, so when he reacted, he didn't understand why he did this and what was the connection between it.

"Just do what you are told, just trust him." Su Zao heard Yang Ming's muttering and said this coldly while refueling the car.

With his unquestionable tone and his uneasy look, Yang Ming opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he held it back.

Yes, is there any good solution now?

He didn't expect it for the time being. Seeing that Qianye was very confident when he put forward this opinion, he could only do it first...

There were more vehicles parked in the garage than Qianye and Suzao had expected.

You can't call yourself a racing party just by owning a car. Guys like Yang Ming and others whose main hobby is racing will be embarrassed to say that they are car enthusiasts if they don't have at least two or three cars.

Of course, not everyone has a good family background like Yang Ming.

Most people's cars are motorcycles, and they are usually bought from second-hand car shops. After modification, although many vehicles look good on the surface and are extremely fast, their safety is somewhat poor.

Yang Ming has been playing with cars in the old city for many years. Apart from the car accidents he has suffered, he has also seen the tragic scenes of other car enthusiasts.

The pursuit of speed often comes at a cost.

It was a device made of flesh and steel, and he saw more than five riders die before his eyes...

Maybe he is too stubborn.

Yang Ming never thought that he, who was not even afraid of racing cars, and who would still play with cars even after being warned by the police, would one day be scared to death by a mop in the garage.

The oil in the oil drum is being extracted...

The temperature in the garage gradually reached a terrifying level.

My eyes may even feel hot and I may feel drowsy from time to time, as if I will faint in the next second and be unable to get up.

Yang Ming and Su Zao also spent a lot of energy. They gasped for air and refueled the vehicles in the garage one by one. Naturally, their speed slowly slowed down inadvertently.

"No, I'm too tired. I have to slow down..." Yang Ming wiped off the sweat on his face that could affect his vision, and rested on the motorcycle seat with his hands.

At this time, the seat was extremely hot. He didn't hold it on for a few seconds before he took his hand back. He estimated that if he held it on any longer, he might be directly burned.

After raising his head, he suddenly saw a figure in the garage.
Chapter completed!