"Don't worry, boss!"
Phantasma’s subordinates rubbed their palms together in excitement. Strapped around their waists were various sharp blades.
The logistic team finally arrived after a short while.
The logistic team was made up of thirty cars because the machines were worth up to five hundred million, after all.
The car leading the team came to an abrupt halt upon noticing the row of cars messily parked in the middle of the road.
The rest of the cars stopped as well.
Doug Rice was seated inside the car leading the
team.
He was about to get out of the car and check out the situation when he saw over a dozen menacing-looking men advancing in his direction.
Doug was scared out of his wits.
Phantasma and his underlings walked up to the car and he knocked on the car window.
Doug was fearful as he looked at the batons in their hands. He immediately lowered the car window.
Phantasma croaked. "Are you from Morris Group?"
"Yes... That... That's right..." Doug nodded.
"Okay. You may leave now, but those machines will have to stay." Phantasma ordered.
"I can't do that. We can't leave without the equipment..." Doug said.
The rest of his sentence was stuck in his throat as Phantasma’s subordinates glared at him.
Doug immediately contacted Iris and informed him of the predicament.
Iris and the others were worried sick.
But Elena was unusually calm. "There's no need to worry. Boss has arranged everything. All we have to do is wait here patiently."
Phantasma led his men toward the back of the convoy afterward.
Although the Warzone's Defense Research And Development Centre produced the equipment, the logistic team was not provided by the army. Instead, it was Doug Rice who had hired the
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