Troublesome Trucks Face の小説・ストーリー

I said, walking closer to the men while examining the vehicle with my eyes. “Only one percent of truck drivers have these. It’s from the big cities where humans live,” one of them replied. “Hmmm, I see. Then you should be careful if you’re heading north. There’s been a big pile of cow poop that hasn’t been moved. It could ruin your perfect tires,” I lied, trying to get him to reveal his destination. “Oh, that’s bad for them. I’m heading west, so it’s not really my problem. One of the small districts Skywood Pack owns.”

The silence that followed the power failure was predatory. I stood in the center of the dark garage, the .45 heavy in my hands. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, aided only by the moonlight filtering through the shattered window. Every shadow seemed to mimick the monsters. Outside, the faint hiss of tires on gravel announced their arrival. I crept to the edge of the large bay door, peering through a rusted crack in the metal. Three black transport trucks, the kind used for hauling livestock or heavy machinery, rolled into the lot. Behind them followed two tactical SUVs with the Aegis Zenith logo embossed on the doors.

I was making a delivery to a rural village when a mob of villagers suddenly swarmed my truck. They surrounded the vehicle, pried open the cargo hold, and started looting everything inside. “We hit the jackpot this time! A whole truckload of flour! This is enough to feed everyone for ages! Grab it!” The cargo door was forced open, and white sacks spilled all over the ground. The villagers went insane, snatching my cargo like starving wolves. They divided it up without the slightest hesitation. I was pinned to the ground, my mouth clamped shut by someone’s hand. All I could do was watch as they stripped the truck clean. But what I was transporting wasn’t flour at all. It was a highly r

He could feel their contempt, a foul, metallic taste on the back of his tongue. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his kingly trance. It was a message from Marcus. "Boss, we've got a problem. Three of Sterling Industries' cargo trucks on the eastern route have been hit. Not robbed, just… vandalized. Tires slashed, engines smashed. The drivers were roughed up, told to deliver a message: 'This city doesn't belong to the Sterlings.'"

What I found instead made my temper spike almost immediately. I stared at the figures, then refreshed the page, convinced there had been some mistake. There wasn’t. More than half of our truckers had gone on strike. The remaining drivers had restricted themselves to routes with minimal profit, avoiding anything that required crossing Sage’s territory or paying higher tolls. “This is a disaster,” I said aloud. I ran a hand through my hair, scrolling through report after report. Complaints were stacked on top of each other. Missed deliveries. Broken contracts. Rising costs with no compensation.

I ordered as I wiped the stinging sweat from my eyes and loaded the last four slugs into my tube. "The flatbed truck is blocking the main driveway completely and the tires are totally shredded from the blast, so we will have to push that three-ton chassis out of the way with our own steel bumpers if we expect to reach the valley road alive," Paolo said as he ran toward the driver's seat of the lead vehicle and started pumping the gas pedal until the engine roared to life with a thick cloud of exhaust.

Again with silence we travel, none of us saying a word, we are both dealing with our own things. I'm more relieved as we enter into the main road, believing I'll be home soon, all for the hope to diminish when the truck starts coughing up. The truck shakes and makes weird sounds. " What's happening?" I glance at Wesley. " Shit," he mumbles under his breath. The car suddenly stops and just like that, we have encountered a breakdown. Why now? I slump in my seat. It's going to be a long way home.

Alpha Jones disclosed. Sophie picked up the documents and stared at Luke. "If you can recognize these, then you should be able to understand it" she assumed. "Of course, they are trucks" Luke groaned. "Trucks?" Alpha Jones smirked in confusion. "Yes, but not like the one Redmond ran over you" he clarified. "Tractor trailers, actually" he concluded. "So why are they so important to him?" Alpha Jones asked again. "It's his business, what else should be important to him?" Luke seemed displeased.

Zeke smiled at me. I nodded and focused back at the road. My eyes narrowed as I saw a truck coming our way. It seemed like it was weaving between the two lanes. I slowed down a bit but I realized that the truck was out of control. It was going too fast and the two trailers behind it were just barely hanging on. “Everyone! Hold on!” I yelled at them, turning to swerve out of the way.

The truck shook and that caused her to bump her head. "Ouch!" Amour rubbed her forehead, sitting up. Her eyes scanned around and all she could see were bushes upon bushes. The truck came to a halt so she took that opportunity and jumped down the truck then she began running away immediately. "What is wrong? Boss is waiting for us with the ammunition" One of the mobsters said as he got down. The driver of the truck got down and crouched down, checking the tyre. "The tyre bursted" He muttered "F**k!!" The other one hissed and ran his hands through his hair.