The truckers restarted their engines, and one by one, they drove out of the gate as a low roar echoed through the corners of the warehouse. While the vehicle slowly drove out, the drivers began to count the goods.

The atmosphere inside the car was a little cold, and only the muffled sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground disturbed the silence. The drivers' expressions were indifferent, and there were no superfluous words or emotions.

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

"Sixteen...... Seventeen ......" the driver muttered to himself, intently counting the counts. His voice was eerily lonely in the empty warehouse, as if he were the only one here.

Other drivers were also busy in the car, their movements skillful and skillful, without the slightest slack or hesitation. Some people take the list and mark it on the list while checking the quantity of the goods; Others use flashlights to illuminate the goods to make sure nothing is missed.

"Twenty over here, right?" A young driver asked, looking at the numbers on the list.

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

The sound of their conversation echoed through the carriage with a hint of indifference and indifference, as if it were all just routine and meaningless.

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

"Alright, let's go." One of the drivers announced, then closed the back door of the car again.

The other drivers also returned to their driver's seats, preparing to leave the warehouse and return to the base. Their expressions remained cold and calm, without the slightest hint of joy or excitement, as if all this was just part of their daily routine, nothing more than normal.

As the roar of the engine sounded again, trucks loaded with goods slowly drove out of the warehouse and disappeared into the night. In the corners of the warehouse, only the faint sound of wheels and the lonely darkness remained.

In the corner of the warehouse, a lonely darkness enveloped everything, with only the faint sound of wheels echoing through the empty space. Beams from distant street lamps streak across the ground, reflecting the fence outside the warehouse, creating a dark picture.

The trucks set off from the warehouse gate and slowly drove ahead. The convoy was lined up in a neat and orderly manner, like a silent procession, silently marching in the night. The light from the headlights swayed on the road ahead, cutting through the darkness and illuminating the road ahead.

The night breeze blew gently, blowing away the dust in front of the warehouse, and rolling up a bleak atmosphere. The sound of the truck's engine and wheels mingle to form a deep symphony that accompanies the convoy as it moves slowly.

At the back of the convoy, a truck loaded with power armor slowly moved by. Each power armor was neatly arranged in the bed of the truck, and their surface shimmered with a faint light, which was particularly dazzling in the night.

The convoy drove slowly along the road, passing through silent fields and suburban towns. The street lights briefly cast a glow as cars passed, and then gradually disappeared into the night, leaving behind a dark night scene.

In front of you, the outlines of the buildings are gradually revealed, and the lights are flickering, like a bustling city. The convoy drove past the buildings, through the bustling streets, and then disappeared into the distant night.

As the night deepened, sparkling lights twinkled in the sky, illuminating the way forward. The trucks moved through the silent night, without the slightest sound or movement, only the muffled sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground echoed in the open space.

Before you know it, the convoy is in front of a huge warehouse. The doors of the warehouse were wide open, and a wide open space with solid ground was laid and waiting for the arrival of the convoy.

The trucks slowly drove into the open space of the warehouse and parked in neat rows of parking spaces. Drivers got out of the car one after another and began to busily unload the cargo.

The back door of the car was opened, and the drivers walked to the front of the car one by one and began to move the power armor out of the car. They lifted each piece of cargo with great force and then placed it on the ground, lined up neatly.

The unloading process was very smooth, and the drivers worked in an orderly manner without the slightest slack or slackness. Their movements are skillful and skillful, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, as if it were all part of their daily lives.

As the goods were moved off the car one by one, the open space of the warehouse was chased

Gradually piled up with power armor. Their surfaces shimmer faintly, making them particularly dazzling in the warehouse.

During the unloading process, the drivers talked to each other and talked about various topics. Their voices were low and calm, without the slightest emotional swing, as if it were all routine and meaningless.

The unloading went smoothly, and soon, all the goods were accurately removed from the truck and stacked in the open space of the warehouse. The drivers checked the placement of the goods and confirmed that everything was correct before leaving the warehouse with peace of mind.

The trucks restarted their engines, slowly drove out of the warehouse gates, and disappeared into the distant night. In the open space of the warehouse, only the power armor full of goods was left, flickering with a faint light, illuminating the night of the entire warehouse.

In the corner of the warehouse, power armor was stacked silently, their surface flickering with a faint light, which looked unusually dazzling in the dim light. In the distance, there was a faint sound of machinery and wheels, the sound of a convoy moving slowly outside the warehouse.

The interior of the warehouse was dim and silent, with only occasional mechanical sounds and slight echoes echoing through the empty space. The ceiling fans on the walls made a low whistling sound, swaying from time to time, as if to tell something.

The power armor lay silently on the ground, their large and bulky shapes, like sleeping beasts, waiting to be awakened. Their surfaces are covered with intricate armor structures and mechanical parts, and every pipe and every screw appears incredibly precise.

Around the power armor, the clearing of the warehouse was covered with thick dust, accompanied by faint mechanical sounds and slight echoes, creating an eerie and dreary atmosphere. The entire interior of the warehouse is unusually desolate and gloomy, as if it hides endless secrets and mysteries.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of machinery and wheels, the sound of a convoy moving slowly outside the warehouse. In this dim and silent space, the power armor lay quietly on the ground, as if waiting for something.

(End of chapter)