Bang! Bang! Bang!
A continuous series of loud noises echoed in the tunnel, but it wasn't the sound of Winston firing his gun; it was the sound of trucks crashing recklessly.
Two trucks charged into the tunnel one after the other, braking side-by-side, their massive bodies completely blocking the passage. Several containers were smashed, obstructing the already scarce sunlight.
Winston grinned; he had been waiting for this moment.
"Rockets! Aim at the trucks and send them all to the sky."
Though Tom and Roy died rather casually, at least they completed their mission.
Loaded with a full truck of arms, as long as the trucks explode, none of these guys will survive.
Twelve thousand, that's a lot of money.
But what does that matter to Winston; it's not his goods anyway.
He could earn thousands transporting this batch, but if he kills these corporate dogs, Winston believes he'll make even more.
