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As the truck driver stopped to move a withered tree with another man, you, who had been hiding in the nearby bushes, burst out and quickly slipped inside the truck.
Soon, the truck started up again.
Hidden in the back of the truck, you kept an eye on the outside.
The truck quickly arrived at a checkpoint where about a dozen armed, burly men in uniform combat attire were standing, each exuding a fierce murderous aura.
After passing the checkpoint, the truck drove for about two minutes and finally stopped by the dock.
No sooner had the truck stopped than you hid yourself in a wooden crate filled with daily necessities, your chosen crate full of women's clothing, including bras, your face buried in a pile of them.
Oh...
So soft...
You in the wooden crate distinctly felt it being lifted and placed on a small boat, which wobbled toward the central island of Qingshan Lake.
The crate was carried ashore and then loaded onto a smaller truck, which drove into the warehouse.