In the dead of night, trucks drove into General Motors Plant Four, and soon trucks drove out again, loaded with various equipment from inside the plant.
Some gigantic equipment couldn't be dismantled and had to be temporarily left in the factory.
By the time dawn broke, these convoys had finally completed their work, but actually, there was still quite a bit of equipment left in the factory.
However, now wasn't the time to worry about these.
After the last truck left the factory, a burly man stood at the factory gate with a cigarette in his hand.
A dozen or so people stood behind him.
"Fuck, you punks be careful when you're tossing things, there's still a lot of valuable stuff in the plant. If they get burned, I won't spare you!"
The people behind the burly man had already taken out torches and lit them as someone walked up fawningly.
