Five days later, alongside Dalton Highway, near the milestone 115 marker.
Lin Yu'an had been waiting here for three days.
He found a sheltered mountain nook near the designated unloading spot and parked the F-450.
The truck was his temporary abode. Whenever he was hungry or thirsty, he ate some of the food stored in the cabin.
He was like a patient leopard, waiting silently for the prey to approach within his territory.
Finally, at the end of the horizon, a massive red truck cab, akin to a Celestial Pillar, dragging the familiar primary-colored container, struggled through the muddy highway, slowly approaching.
Under Lin Yu'an's direction, the experienced veteran driver used the truck's side lift system to stably unload the container onto the designated open ground.
He hardly exchanged any words with Lin Yu'an, and once he received the final payment in his bank account, he promptly turned the truck around and hurried away.
