death of hope

Chapter 141 "Corporate Warrior" (57) Hardcore Iron Museum

Guaiguaibaguai,

The walls are covered in spray paint and graffiti, and the nostrils are filled with the stench of garbage dumps.

Most of the street lamps have been trained as targets by gang members.

In the dim light, I occasionally caught a glimpse of a person lying on the side of the road, but I didn't know whether he had drunk too much or died.

Lynch stepped over a lying man, causing a burst of scolding;
"You bastard! Step over my head, you idiot! Come back!"

"Feel sorry."

Lynch replied perfunctorily in a low voice without even turning his head, apparently already accustomed to this environment.

I have just seen the central business district of New Brisbane, and it is hard not to sigh when I come to such a dilapidated place.

Where there are people, there is class,
Every human-colonized metropolis has this filthy back alley area,

This is normal, just like the front and back of a coin, although knowing this, Sigurdriefa still feels a little strange:
(Thought he lived in a high-rise mansion in the city center... or in a star-rated hotel, such a rich master, what is he doing in such a crappy place?)

Suddenly, Lynch slowed down, raised his hand to uncover a dirty plastic curtain, and got into the warehouse of an abandoned factory.

Sigurdriefa hurriedly followed, and saw a broken wooden board hanging above the warehouse, with words painted on it:

"The Old Tosh Club"

Lynch's heavy footsteps sounded "Boom..." as he stepped on the dirty iron stairs to the basement,
(What is this for?)
Sigurdriefa followed on tiptoe with light steps.

Deep and long, as if leading to hell,

After a dark and humid journey, we finally ushered in a brighter and drier environment, and we could hear the sound of metal collisions not far away.

(Is this somewhere... an underground factory?)

It is only when you get closer that you can see clearly that there is a row of portraits of weightlifting champions hanging on the damp and peeling wall.

It turns out that the basement of the warehouse has been transformed into a gym. Looking at the equipment and environment here, it is not a gym to be more accurate, but a professional iron gym.

The so-called "iron hall" is the place where masters exercise.
Generally speaking, the environment will be much rougher and dirtier than commercial gyms that can be seen everywhere, and it will not consider the fitness needs of most ordinary people, the elderly, and children.

Everything in the Iron Pavilion is for high-end enthusiasts or professionals,

Sigurdlifa likes this kind of place the most. During her college years, she received the Federal Athletic Scholarship for four consecutive years.
She has repeatedly broken records in various college student competitions, and is considered a top-level youth athlete. She can tell the style of a fitness center with just a glance.

In this subway gym, all the fitness equipment is prepared for heavy weight training, huge dumbbells and kettlebells,
Floor matted weightlifting area, bench press area, squat area...artificial plastic track...

The shelves were stacked with Olympia-sized weight plates, most of which were chipped or rusted.

There are not many members exercising in the iron gym, a few here and there,

If you take a closer look, it's incredible, each of them is a super-sized hunk and a hunk, and they are simply devils and muscular people.

Everyone's level is good enough to sign up for bodybuilding or powerlifting competitions, and you don't see the kind of ordinary enthusiasts in commercial gyms who take selfies for 2 minutes an hour.

Rough equipment, the smell of sweat wafting from it, and the clanging sound of lifting irons, each of them stepped on her hobby precisely.

Just like the image of Lynch, everything here is simple, simple and calm. There are no coaches selling fitness classes, and there is no Xiaobai taking selfies with his mobile phone. Looking around, everyone is concentrating on training.

Sigurdriefa was instantly attracted,
For a strong athlete like her, what she likes most is this kind of unpretentious iron gymnasium.

(Wonderful... the underground of the dilapidated warehouse has a hidden world.)
An old man with a white beard was sitting at the front desk of the iron building, with a newspaper spread out in front of him, and he was playing crossword puzzles with a pencil. Lynch walked towards him:

"Master, I'm here to exercise."

"Ouch! Big Lynch! Long time no see!
"How is your granddaughter?"

As he said that, Lynch took out his membership card and swiped it on the machine. His membership information appeared on the display screen, and the validity period was ten years.

Sigurdriefa stuck out her tongue: (This rich man... is still rich after all...)
The old man put down the newspaper and hugged Lynch. Due to the huge difference in height, he could only hug his waist:
"The operation was successful. The brain tumor was removed. The doctor said that the nerves were no longer oppressed, and she could walk without crutches and was supported by others."

"Let me just say, your granddaughter will be fine." Lynch took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, without counting them, and stuffed them directly into the old man's jacket pocket:

"Say hello to little Kate for me, this craniotomy will take at least a year to recover, don't let her go to the factory, these are used to buy recovery medicine."

"This... I can't accept it! I haven't paid back the money for the operation, how can I continue to charge you..."

The old man wanted to shirk away, but he stretched his hand into his pocket and was gently held by Lynch's huge palm:

"Don't rush to pay it back, it's not like you don't know that I belong to the kind where one person is full and the whole family is not hungry. I don't have much money to spend. Tell little Kate, listen to the doctor and recover well. In the future, you will have to work hard to pay me back the money." .”

"Must... definitely!" The old man held Lynch with tears in his eyes and refused to let go for a long time.

This move quickly gained the favor of Sigurd Lifa,
In the creed of chivalry and aristocrats that she formed since she was a child, helping the weak is the best way.

(This guy... has a cold look on weekdays... as if he doesn't care about the death of his teammates... Was he... so enthusiastic in life?)

After exchanging a few words with the old man, Lynch lifted the rag curtain and entered the men's locker room.
Sigurdlifa wanted to follow her with a cat on her waist, but the old man saw it:

"Hello, sir, please show your membership card...wait a minute...I'm a bit old and blind...Who are you? You don't look like a local resident."

"Ah...this..."

Sure enough, fare evasion was discovered, and it was all because there were too few people in the iron building. She was most afraid of exposing her poverty, so she lied with a blushing face:

"I'm... a new immigrant from Terra's home planet. I'm renting a house nearby. I found this place by chance. I want to visit it before I consider applying for a card."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see that you were wearing a hood, I thought it was a man, girl, you are so big!"

"Ah...thank you..." (This old man... how can he praise a woman so much...)
"As you can see, although the environment is a little rough and the fitness equipment is second-hand, my small shop is the only professional iron gym in the local area, and it is suitable for strong women like you to exercise.

No, the price list is posted on the wall, what, it's cheap!One month of free membership, and you can buy protein powder and creatine at a low price, which is much more cost-effective than another iron club in the city. "

"Ah...that's very conscientious." (But I still can't do it...)
"Please feel free to visit! Pay attention to warm up, don't get hurt, don't worry about the time, we don't close until twelve o'clock."

"Thank you."

The old man's smile was very kind and warm. If it wasn't for the cash-strapped situation, Sigurdriefa would have wanted to get a card for himself.

(End of this chapter)