Troublesome Trucks Face นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Zeke shook his head and cast a long look back down the road we had just come in on. "Had some trouble early this morning. A big truckload of guys came by, hunting rifles, the whole thing. Yelling at us that we needed to turn ourselves in or they'd drag us down to the facility in Tampa themselves. Did a few donuts in the grass and fired some rounds into the air. Nothing that crossed a hard line, but it's still early. We're worried about what shows up tonight once they've had a few drinks in them."

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.”

JORDAN Eli lines up the cans of oil so the youngest on the team can start pouring them into the trucks—and, of course, Mom’s and Sharon’s vehicles that somehow found their way into the queue again today. One of the trucks looks rough. Not totaled, but the kind of “rough” that makes Eli’s eye twitch. One of my guys got into a scuffle with some idiot tailing him from God-knows-where, and the truck paid for it. I catch Eli frowning, his brows pulled tight like the damage is a personal insult. I wave Ty over and jab a thumb at the truck.

That meant she didn't have much time. Glad, Lucian pLoWed through another snoWdrIft Tom's four-wheel drive monster truck could handle almost any road condition, but he refused to allow any of his brothers to drive, reasoning that if he crashed, it would be his responsibility and no one else's. "We've been driving in this mess for an hour and have barely made any progress," Jake added. "How was Ravena acting before you came down here to talk to us?"

"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.

And that Alejandro was not out there traumatizing whoever bombed his ‘goods’ inside my trucks! “They are still running the investigation, but the news we’ve found thus far is that one of the truck’s engines malfunctioned. And since it was a convoy, they all stopped to assist. The gas from the truck was gushing out of the engine and in a blink of an eye, caught fire. The fire spread to the next truck, and then the next, and then the next…” Yeah right! That… That didn’t make sense at all. “We lost about 3 million on the trucks, your Grace. That… that is a significant loss to Express Emporium and I do not know how we are going to recover all of that money.” The man’s voice broke, and sadness fi