"Thomas, stop making snide remarks; be careful, JOY might hear you!" Someone inside shouted, and only then did Thomas reluctantly close the door.
"This batch isn't as pure as the last one. Was there a mistake?" As the leader opened the box to inspect the goods, he picked up a submachine gun and aimed it out the window, mumbling to himself.
"Lam, mind your own business. We just need to count the numbers and hand over the goods; the rest has nothing to do with us!" Another person pried open another box with a shovel, revealing it was packed with gunpowder and grenades.
It seemed that the others held him in awe and continued their work in silence. After counting the items in the opened wooden crates, all the weapons were separately packed into another large silver box.
Crack! Crack! The slight noise immediately caught the attention of those inside. "Thomas, go check who's outside. The rest of you, hurry up. Once we're done, we leave!"
