The high-powered searchlight shone on the open space in front of the warehouse door.
Four forklifts and cranes were busy loading the finished products from the warehouse onto the trucks.
Beside them, over a dozen trucks were waiting to be loaded.
Not far away on the steps, three people were sitting.
You could see tattoos on their necks, and next to them were beers as they ate, keeping an eye on the trucks ahead.
"With all this cargo, it'll probably be dawn before we're done loading."
It was a short-haired black man speaking, yawning as he talked.
"Finishing by dawn would be ideal, at least it's easy work, feels like a vacation here."
The speaker had braids and an Asian face.
His name was Ma Ben, and he went abroad in his teens, then joined the Halke Rangers by chance.
He mainly handled tasks in the Asia-Pacific region.
"It's a pity we didn't see it when Gler made his move, it must have been quite a scene," said a westerner.
