Troublesome Trucks Face Novels & Stories

Just being related to the family is enough to get anyone out of trouble with the law. "Alex Myst, for short." They sat back down and pulled out a bottle of coke. According to the rules, eating and drinking anything that's not water is prohibited in class. But, what can their homeroom teacher do in the face of a Mystikov? Like any other teacher who taught any Mystikovs that came before her, the teachers could do nothing. Getting said misbehaving Mystikov to the principal would only get the teacher in trouble, and not the students themselves.

– M Within seconds, the screen filled with a flurry of typing dots and beeps, but I had no time to read them. The tow truck driver—Ron, a rough-around-the-edges native with a Saints beanie—gestured for me to come over. I jammed my phone into my pocket and grabbed Pockets. “Come on, little man.” I sighed.

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."

"Dude, are you fucking kidding me? The danger itself is here with us. What are you afraid of? They must evade us otherwise the doom will be their karma." "Oh." Sovine's mouth parted a bit. "You're right. My bad." I shook my head in their petty opinions. "Fuck! Our tires were penetrated!" Truth to be told, Sovine was having a hard time controlling the steering wheel as the truck swiveled in the road. All of us were shocked at what had transpired in a flick. Clutching my hold on Poloy, Cerulean was being foul-mouthed and Sovine was pulling into an endeavor while having a cargo of sweat pouring on his face.

“More than double my biggest lorry. I’ve driven through rockslides lighter than that.” Mineta—a childhood friend of Yggdrasil—grinned at her mother. “Papa’s going to ask for one for Shark freight.” One Week Later They said it couldn’t exist. They said Aeternum’s roads were too weak, our mechanics too inconquered. Yet here it came, rolling down the highway like a steel Goliath. I joined the afternoon broadcast as cameras cut away from Parliament to show an epic sight: a brand-new semi-truck hauling a container the size of a small house. It hugged the asphalt with effortless grace, this behemoth of tire and metal, blissfully cruising the freshly paved highway.

Almost immediately, the surrounding area went very dark and quiet, apart from the croaking and chirping of various animals. Two huge trailers drove menacingly, approaching from a distance. The driver at the front was listening to soft music, his guard down. Looking ahead, the road was clear, so he pushed on. Suddenly, a car appeared in front of him. Truck drivers of the Bronze Orchid were trained for years before they were allowed on the road in the organization's name. One of the trainings entailed running over any potential threats in their way. Their trucks were specifically built to ram any type of car off the road and soldier on unharmed.

But as soon as they left the airport, what came into their view was an old haggard truck. If Trine hadn’t pointed out that truck, they simply would never think of it as their transportation but an abandoned vehicle waiting to be scrapped. Wasn’t this… a little too shabby? “Hmm, what’s wrong with the truck?” Trine scratched his head with a trace of confusion. “Is your truck still working?” Green Dragon immediately went forward and kicked the truck’s tire a couple of times. The truck’s body suddenly shook violently from Green Dragon’s kicking, making some clattering sound, as if it was going to fall apart at any time.

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He had tried many times but never had the chance because the container truck in front of him was driving at such an unstable speed that it was hard to calculate on this road full of twists and ravines. "Brother, how is this? If they find us, I will be severely punished for trying to run away," said Samara almost whining. Her eyes wet with tears, making Shawn even more aggressive to take steps in driving. And it had to be because of this time the car behind hit them, the car would automatically push their car into the container truck in front. They could be squashed in the middle of the container truck and the car behind.

He held her gaze intently and the message in them was quite clear --- there was going to be trouble. When they got to a bend, the truck that was right behind them suddenly sped up to stay in line with them. “What the fuck! Go on!” their driver yelled. Isabelle tensed up and her heart began to beat faster. The trucks were big and new. It looked like it was customized with massive tires and tinted side glass. The man behind the wheel wore a dark shade with a face cap that was pulled down almost to his eyebrows. And the one beside him, sitting on the passenger seat, wore just a dark shade. He was blonde and Isabelle could see he was a big guy. She glanced back at her brother and saw the dark s