Troublesome Trucks Face Novels & Stories

If a problem would arise, they would go to help. The cars and trucks were going slowly. No police were around, no one even had any idea what the trucks were carrying. Only people from SMS knew. Fred looked at Port who was yawning after doing tedious work on nothing. All they had to do was look at the products walking from one container to the back of the truck. “Come on, man, look alive!” said Fred. “Sorry! I am awake,” said Port. Suddenly their walkie-talkie woke up with cries of despair and death. “Help! Help! Vigilantes!” cried Cable.

I don’t have much time to give it any thought cause just then, we see the caravan of sleek black SUVs and trucks pull up onto the main road towards the packhouse. I watch with bated breath as the vehicles drive onto the main driveway in aww, they scream money. There are a total of 9 sleek black SUVs and 2 black trucks. Notably, one of the trucks is towing a trailer loaded with motorcycles. Ummm, no. I hope they don’t belong to Alpha Mars. Once we are mated, I’m sure I can convince Alpha Mars to get rid of them.

the second speaker remarked. “It’s just, it’s ju...st” Arianna stammered. “We would be needing the service of the owner of the truck driver and the truck,” Brian said interrupting Arianna. “We could link you up with other truck drivers if you do not mind, what can a rickety truck do?” The first speaker added. “That won’t be necessary, it’s just there’s something that interests us about that particular truck,” Brian said. “How do you expect us to know the truck you’re talking about in particular? I mean there are a whole lot of rickety trucks amongst the pack” the second speaker remarked.

I asked her, now feeling nervous. Mom swallowed hard. She took my hand, her hands were clammy. Mom explained everything to me. For a few months now, Dad has been dealing with a problem because of a transaction worth 100 million pesos! The trucks Dad hired from a third-party trucking company they’ve been using for years were hijacked. The expensive goods that were supposed to be transported and sent to Dad's clients were stolen. The lost goods are worth 100 million, and now, Dad is being chased after because he is the one who contracted with the client. Dad’s team refuses to admit it was a hijacking, insisting that it was the fault of the trucking company. Dad has been thinking about this pro

Initially, he was an excellent father, he didn't hit, he didn't hurt, he didn't tell them to stay away, he had a serious problem with cats, it happened that it all started when he entered into partnership with Ragnar, he had and still has a company of transporte, a trucking company, which transports in all states, but because of a crisis, the fleet decreased, I had to start driving and making deliveries. - My company is going through a financial crisis, so I needed to go on long trips...

She knew what was going on. The third truck's driver cranked his wheel and the truck swung out of line. That had to be the truck. Any driver willing to do this job would also have to face the reality that if caught they had to run, too. The truck's engine revved and the tires squealed. The second truck lurched forward, directly into the truck's path. Oppression wasn't just from the government. It was ingrained in other people. The third truck rammed into the side of the second.

Chapter 324 The Uncle's truck: “NO, NO, NO, Them nasty bastards just clipped Big C's truck!” Uncle Luke said, looking at the truck spin out of control, off the path into the dark forest. “WHAT! MY SON IS ON THAT TRUCK, WE NEED TO GET TO THE TRUCK NOW!” Thomas yelled in a panic, he made his way to the front just as the truck disappeared into the forest. “Their blocking the path and getting out, they are trying to make sure we can't get to our families.” Uncle Ronnie said punching the dashboard in frustration. “You think those cars can stop my truck from getting to my family.” Uncle Bubba said as he flipped a switch in the roof of the truck, something slid from the hood and in front of their t

The bumper was slightly dented. And the driver’s door clearly required unnecessary violence before it properly shut. “Oh God...” Chatrine sighed dramatically. “So this is the vehicle I’m supposed to drive?” One of the workers emerged from the warehouse wiping sweat from his neck. Marko. “Don’t worry, Miss,” he said cheerfully. “This truck is loyal. The engine’s a little stubborn, but once it starts, it’s strong as an ox.” “An ox?” Chatrine repeated in disbelief. “I’d rather call it a tank. Look at the size of it. I could probably drive through a two-story house and the truck would survive.”

"Fixed rates, guaranteed hours, straight through the East Pier hub." "Moretti's fighting a shooting war," the trucker on the left argued. "Shinjiro is burning warehouses. Our trucks are targets." "Ivan's boys are riding shotgun," Lina said, voice steady. "The union is putting armed guards on every route. Your drivers are safe." The middle guy looked up, squinting at her. "You talk less like a reporter and more like a mob boss." "I'm just giving you the receipts," Lina shot back. "Kenji thinks you're expendable. Dominic wants your trucks. Sign and move your freight south tomorrow morning, or go broke."

As she considered her appearance, she wondered if anyone would stop with her looking such a fright. She didn’t know how long she waited out there, but finally someone came along in an extremely large truck – an eighteen-wheeler. The driver was hauling a trailer that said, Getter Done Trucking, on the side. The truck was obnoxiously loud as the driver put it in park. She would have stood, but she just didn’t have the strength.