Chapter 489 Warehouse

The truck drivers restarted their engines and, one after another, drove out of the gate as a low rumble echoed in the corners of the warehouse. As the vehicles slowly drove out, the drivers began to count the goods.

The atmosphere inside the car seemed a bit cold, and only the low sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground disturbed the tranquility. The drivers' expressions were indifferent, with no unnecessary words or emotions.

A tall driver opened the back door of the carriage, held a flashlight, and began to count the goods one by one. He counted the powered armor stacked in the carriage one by one, and the flashlight in his hand cast a wave of flickering light, tearing open cracks in the darkness of the warehouse.

"Sixteen...seventeen..." the driver whispered to himself, counting them intently. His voice sounded particularly lonely in the empty warehouse, as if he was the only one here.

Other drivers were also busy in the car. Their movements were skillful and skillful, without any slack or hesitation. Some people took the list and checked the number of goods while marking them on the list; others used flashlights to illuminate the goods to ensure that nothing was missing.

"There should be twenty here, right?" A young driver asked the number on the list.

"Well, that's right." The other driver nodded and confirmed the quantity of goods.

As the goods were unloaded one by one, the empty space in the warehouse was filled with people.

The trucks started from the warehouse gate and drove slowly forward. The motorcade was arranged neatly and orderly, like a silent team, marching silently in the night. The light cast by the headlights of the car swayed on the road ahead, cutting through the darkness and illuminating the road ahead.

It was gradually filled with power armor. Their surfaces shimmer with a faint light, which is particularly dazzling in the warehouse.

The interior of the warehouse was dark and silent, with only occasional mechanical sounds and slight echoes echoing in the empty space. The ceiling fan on the wall made a low whistling sound and swayed from time to time, as if it was telling something.

The inventory work went smoothly, and soon all the goods were accurately counted. The drivers put together the numbers on the list and confirmed the quantity of all the goods before putting the list away with confidence.

Their conversation echoed in the carriage, with a hint of indifference and indifference, as if it was all just routine and meaningless.

Unknowingly, the convoy arrived in front of a huge warehouse. The door of the warehouse is open, and what comes into view is a wide open space with solid ground, waiting for the arrival of the convoy.

Other drivers also returned to their driving seats, preparing to leave the warehouse and return to the base. Their expressions were still cold and calm, without the slightest hint of joy or excitement, as if all this was just part of their daily work and nothing ordinary.

The power armors lay quietly on the ground. Their appearance was huge and bulky, like sleeping giants, waiting to be awakened. Their surfaces are covered with complex armor structures and mechanical parts, and every pipe and every screw appears extremely precise.

The trucks restarted their engines, slowly drove out of the warehouse gate, and then disappeared into the distant night. In the open space of the warehouse, only the power armors piled with goods were left, shining with a faint light, lighting up the entire warehouse at night.

In the corner of the warehouse, power armors were stacked quietly, their surfaces shining with a faint light, which looked extremely dazzling under the dim light. There was a faint sound of machinery and wheels in the distance, which was the sound of a motorcade driving slowly outside the warehouse.

In the corner of the warehouse, a lonely darkness enveloped everything, with only the faint sound of wheels echoing in the empty space. The beam cast by the street lamp in the distance cuts across the ground and reflects on the wall outside the warehouse, creating a dark picture.

The night wind blew gently, blowing away the dust in front of the warehouse and creating waves of desolate atmosphere. The sound of the truck's engine and wheels intertwined to form a low symphony, accompanying the convoy as it moved forward slowly.

The back door of the carriage was opened, and the drivers walked to the carriage one by one and began to move the power armor out of the carriage. They lifted each piece of cargo vigorously and placed it on the ground in neat rows.

The unloading process was very smooth, and the drivers worked in an orderly manner without any slack or slack. Their movements were skillful and skillful, without any hesitation or hesitation, as if all this was part of their daily life.

As the engine roared again, trucks loaded with goods slowly drove out of the warehouse and disappeared into the night. In the corner of the warehouse, only the faint sound of wheels and lonely darkness were left.

At the rear of the convoy, a truck filled with power armor was moving slowly. Each piece of power armor was neatly placed in the truck compartment, and their surfaces shone with a faint light, making them particularly dazzling in the night.

During the unloading process, the drivers chatted with each other and talked about various topics. Their voices were low and calm, without any emotion, as if all this was just routine and meaningless.

In front, the outlines of buildings gradually appeared, and the lights flickered, like bustling cities. The motorcade drove past the buildings and through the bustling streets before disappearing into the night.

The night gradually deepened, and stars and lights flickered in the sky, illuminating the way forward. The trucks were traveling in the silent night without any sound or movement. Only the low sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground echoed in the empty space.

The convoy drove slowly along the road, passing through silent fields and suburban towns. The streetlights briefly cast light as vehicles passed by, and then gradually disappeared into the night, leaving behind a dark night scene.

The unloading work went smoothly, and soon all the goods were accurately unloaded and piled on the open space of the warehouse. The drivers checked the placement of the goods and made sure everything was correct before leaving the warehouse with confidence.

The trucks slowly drove into the empty space of the warehouse and parked in neat rows of parking spaces. The drivers got out of the car one after another and started busy unloading the goods.

"Okay, we can go." A driver announced, and then closed the back door of the car again.

Around the power armor, the open space of the warehouse was covered with thick dust, accompanied by faint mechanical sounds and slight echoes, creating a strange and dull atmosphere. The entire warehouse seemed extremely desolate and gloomy, as if it contained endless secrets and mysteries.

There was a faint sound of machinery and wheels in the distance, which was the sound of a motorcade driving slowly outside the warehouse. In this dark and silent space, the power armors lay quietly on the ground, as if waiting for something.