Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

When a person or a family is driven to the brink of despair, on the verge of starvation and freezing to death, the laws, morals, and sense of shame that usually constrain people become as fragile as paper, easily punctured.

Then, the rioters appeared.

They might have been white-collar workers in a company, construction workers on a site, or ordinary residents in a community just yesterday.

Today, they've become people roaming the streets with iron pipes, machetes, or even old-fashioned guns they've somehow acquired from the black market, eyeing every target who seems like they can still make some money off them.

They robbed food, robbed fuel, robbed anything that could keep them alive for another day.

Gangs ushered in a golden age.

In the past, gangs were nothing more than fighting for territory, selling drugs, and engaging in some special industries.

Now, however, they have become almost public knowledge.

They even dared to trade with resource-poor communities, exchanging a little moldy grain for the last bit of valuables they owned, or even worse.

However, these are all still within the scope of the collapse of order.

The rebels are even more troublesome.

That's right, they are rebels.

There are always people who don't believe the sun can have a helium flash, thinking it's a lie fabricated by the UEG to control global resources.

There are always people who think that the mountain-moving project is a waste of time and will drag all of humanity down with it.

These people gathered together and raised all sorts of banners.

Anti-UEG, demand freedom, stop moving mountains, give me back my home...

The slogans are loud and clear, but the core is nothing more than violence.

They raided the UEG's supply depot and stole ration trucks.

They sabotaged the unfinished planetary engine facilities, creating panic.

Even in some remote areas where UEG control is weak, so-called autonomous territories have been established.

These rebels, thugs, and gangs, intertwined together, were like packs of hyenas smelling carrion, tearing and ripping at the body of this collapsing society.

Every day, in every city, gunshots, explosions, and cries have almost become background noise.

In this situation, without some serious weaponry, not only would it be difficult to protect one's family business, but even to see the sun rise the next day at night would be a problem.

His factory has a security team of about twenty people, but their role is limited to maintaining order.

If any outside force gets greedy and sets its sights on the supplies and equipment stockpiled in his factory, Malone and his men won't be able to do anything about it.

Murphy doesn't want a turtle that only hides in its shell.

He needs to have teeth that can bite, and hands that can reach out and nip threats in the bud.

That's why he needed that Mo's Industrial Safety Services company.

With this legitimate shell, he could openly recruit more people and apply to purchase more advanced weapons and equipment.

The size of the security team can be expanded several times, or even ten times.

These people are ostensibly the company's security guards and receive formal training.

In reality, they were Murphy's private army.

Wilson and his special operations team are the sharpest bones in this skeleton.

For example, eliminating potential threats that may cause trouble for the factory.

For example, in the future, when expanding their sphere of influence and competing for key resources, they will need to deal with some shady dealings.

For example, if someone in the mutual aid group develops disloyal intentions, they can be removed as soon as possible.

These dirty, shady jobs need to be done by someone.

Now, the security framework has been established, and both overt and covert security measures have been implemented.

Next, we need to make good use of Irving's key players and expand rapidly.

Perhaps, once Wilson has trained Cheng Hongtu and the others, it will be time to let Mo's Industrial Security Services Company take on some side jobs.

Having been by Murphy's side for so long, Garcia instantly understood his meaning when he saw that Murphy hadn't answered but instead asked such a strange question.

"Understood, sir. I know what to do."

"Just so you know. By the way, Garcia, did you look at the vertical farm plan I sent you earlier? Get ready, we might start construction soon."

"Don't worry, sir."

........................

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

In a wooded area outside the Mo's Energy plant, a makeshift command post, hidden under camouflage netting, leans against a tree.

Wilson was standing in the command room, looking at the woodland layout projected in front of him with a slight frown. Then he reached out and swiped, and the projection in front of him instantly changed to a drone's aerial view. He then pressed the communication headset with his right hand.

"Team A, approaching the southeastern pile of deadwood. Team B, prepare to rebuild the defensive line."

Meanwhile, in the woodland, Wilson gave his orders.

Team A, consisting of Cheng Hongtu and Nancy, is advancing under the alternating cover of dead bushes.

Two hundred meters away, behind a brick wall that had mostly collapsed, Kirk and Peter's Team B were helping each other, trying to rearrange their position.

Although the two trained very hard during the past month, there is still a difference between people.

In terms of combat skills, Kirk and Peter are by no means weak, but in terms of overall strategic vision, they are not as good as Cheng Hongtu and Nancy.

No, to be precise, he is not as good as Cheng Hongtu.

They have conducted countless practical training exercises like this, but every time Cheng Hongtu leads the team, that team always wins.

Peter glanced at Kirk beside him, gritted his teeth, and said, "Kirk, when they get close, I'll go out and draw their fire. You take the opportunity to strike. We have to injure at least one person. We absolutely cannot let that Cheng Hongtu wipe us out."

"Peter, have you thought this through? If you do this, you won't have enough points and you'll be eliminated. How are we supposed to face Mr. Murphy then?"

Upon hearing this, Peter fell silent instantly.

But after a few breaths, he still managed to speak with difficulty, "But no matter what, we have to save one."

"I'm almost out of points, but you're different. Neither of us can let Mr. Murphy down."

"it is good."

Now that Peter had thought it through, Kirk no longer hesitated and immediately agreed to his plan.

However, things took a turn for the worse than either of them had anticipated.

Just as they were getting ready, two simulated hand grenades were thrown behind the brick wall from who-knows-where.

"No……"

Kirk was the first to notice, and just as he was about to warn the grenade, it exploded.

"The confrontation is over."

Watching the rising white mist, Wilson pressed the call button expressionlessly.

"Team A wins. Rest for two minutes, then assemble in the command room."

A moment later, four figures appeared in the command room.

Wilson’s gaze first fell on Cheng Hongtu, then shifted to Kirk.

"Team A won, but I have a question for you guys. Kirk, what was your first reaction after you captured the high ground?"

Kirk opened his mouth.

[PS: It's almost Chinese New Year, I wonder if I could ask everyone for a monthly pass?]