Clang!
With a dull, earth-shattering thud, the tires of the heavy truck sank sharply, groaning under the unbearable weight.
However, this was just the beginning.
Just as the frantic loading operation unfolded in an organized chaos, Pedro, as if his soul had been lost, walked step by step towards the deep tunnel entrance, his feet moving uncontrollably.
He stood at the edge of the conveyor belt, straining to look inside.
That glance made his heartbeat, which had just barely calmed down, race wildly once more.
Inside the tunnel, a bright industrial light illuminated the path every so often.
And under the glow of those lights, an endless stream of resources, made up of Gold Blocks, steel Blocks, and coal Blocks, slowly extended from the deepest darkness.
His gaze passed ten lights, twenty lights, fifty lights... and at the end of his vision, it was still illuminated by light, reflecting a dazzling golden glow.
That conveyor belt seemed to have no source at all.
It was like a passage running through the Earth, with the other end connected to a core composed entirely of gold, steel, and coal.
"This... so much."
Pedro's lips trembled as he murmured.
He couldn't see how much more there was behind it.
A terrifying thought surged into his mind: the dozens of heavy trucks he brought were simply like trying to scoop out the ocean with a teacup, a drop in the bucket, in the face of this endless torrent of resources.
No, it wasn't even a drop in the bucket.
No.
Absolutely not.
Pedro suddenly snapped back to his senses. With the fastest speed of his life, he pulled out the red encrypted phone from his pocket, his fingers trembling as he dialed a crucial number he rarely contacted in his daily life.
The phone rang only once before it was answered.
"Hello, Pedro? What brings you here, calling me voluntarily?"
A hearty, clear voice came from the other end of the line.
"Miles."
Pedro lowered his voice, but the urgency in his tone was impossible to conceal.
"Stop talking nonsense, immediately clear out a few freight lines for me. I have something to transport."
Miles Salvatore, the director of the Railway Bureau on the other end of the phone, paused for a moment, then asked in confusion.
"What kind of cargo requires such a big fuss? Can't your fleet just run it? Do you still need our Railway Bureau to open dedicated lines for you?"
"Don't worry about what I'm transporting."
"This is an order from the highest level. You just need to execute it now. Later, I'll have Old Randy send you an authorization document, and you'll understand after reading it."
"Now, go prepare railway cars for me, as many as you can. I'm afraid all the vehicles on my side combined won't be enough."
After speaking, Pedro hung up the phone with a snap, not waiting for a reply.
He panted heavily, his mind a mess.
He had originally thought it was just transporting an astonishing amount of materials, and the fleet he brought was already the strongest transport capacity the Resource Bureau could mobilize.
But now, after witnessing the endless stream of materials with his own eyes, he was completely dumbfounded.
These large trucks would definitely not be enough.
Driving from here to the nearest smelting center would take at least a dozen hours round trip.
Each truck that left was one less, and the transportation efficiency was too low.
The only way was to use these heavy trucks for short-distance transshipment, transporting these resources to the nearest railway hub, and then using the railway, the country's main artery, to deliver them to every corner of the country.
But where did so many gold blocks, so much top-grade steel and coal, come from?
Just as his mind was in turmoil, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated violently.
He looked down and saw that the caller ID was General Randy.
Pedro took a deep breath and answered the phone.
"Hello, Pedro."
General Randy's characteristic loud voice came from the receiver, with a hint of a smile.
"Did you see the stuff?"
"I saw it."
Pedro's voice was still a bit shaky, and he subconsciously asked.
"Old Randy, where on earth did you get so much? This defies logic."
"Top secret."
General Randy replied with two concise words, then changed the subject.
"Alright, don't worry about it so much. Hurry up and get people to load the trucks."
"Oh, and I wanted to tell you, I feel like the handlers here are too slow, so I've already called dozens more people to help. It should be faster."
Pedro could no longer hear what General Randy said afterward.
In his mind, only that casually spoken sentence remained.
"The handlers here are too slow, I'll call dozens more people to help..."
Pedro's hand, holding the phone, suddenly stiffened, and he stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.
The handlers are too slow?
He looked at the continuous flow of gold, gushing out like a river, and then thought of General Randy's words... Just how many gold blocks were still behind that?
The bottleneck of this transport line wasn't the transport capacity, nor the loading and unloading capacity, but rather that the people placing items on the conveyor belt at the source weren't fast enough?
"Hello? Pedro? Are you still listening?"
"Hello, Pedro."
General Randy's shouts pulled Pedro back from his endless shock.
"Oh, yes, I am, I am."
Pedro suddenly came to his senses and said hurriedly.
"Old Randy, listen to me, I don't have enough trucks here. You quickly talk to the Railway Bureau. I'll drive the trucks directly to the nearest freight station and let the railway transport the goods out."
On the other end of the phone, General Randy laughed heartily.
"Hahaha, don't worry, President Kennedy has already personally spoken to the Railway Bureau."
"Alright, you go ahead and get busy. I have an emergency meeting coming up to discuss the distribution plan for these items. I'm hanging up now."
Beep beep beep... The call was disconnected.
Only Pedro was left standing there blankly, with the roar of heavy trucks and the growl of forklifts in his ears.
And before his eyes, that golden snake still slowly emerged endlessly from the depths of the dark tunnel.
Outside the underground transfer hub, Steve and General Randy stood side by side, behind them the resource mountain being frantically mined, and that seemingly endless underground transport dragon vein.
General Randy had just put down the phone, his face already replaced by an uncontrollable ecstasy.
"Randy, how is it? Has Director Pedro started working on it?"
Steve looked at his expression and asked with a smile.
"More than just started."
General Randy slapped his thigh, his voice booming.
"That old fellow Pedro, I estimate his soul must have almost flown away. He couldn't even speak clearly on the phone just now, and now he's shouting that he doesn't have enough trucks."
Steve nodded, not at all surprised by this.
Resources in the Minecraft World are calculated in units of stacks, with each stack containing 64 items, and each slot in his backpack can hold countless stacks. What he just took out was merely a drop in the ocean, yet it was enough to create such a shocking scene.