Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

"Look at that, Wilson."

With Murphy's permission, Wilson strode forward, his hands trembling, and brushed over the items in the box.

"XM-2 exoskeleton, standard issue for Army Rangers, individual load enhancement system, integrating attitude self-stabilization module and shock-absorbing joint."

"The M17A2 modular assault rifle comes standard with a holographic diffraction scope and a 40mm grenade launcher mounting rail."

He continued looking into the box.

"High-frequency vibration combat knife, ceramic plate bulletproof vest, quad night vision goggles, individual encrypted communication terminal, hydration pack, first aid and trauma kit..."

"Sir," Wilson's Adam's apple bobbed several times, "These...are they all prepared for us?"

"Of course, are you satisfied?"

Wilson stood in front of the pile of equipment, unsure of what to say.

I'm not just satisfied, I'm extremely satisfied.

All the others are nothing compared to the XM-2 exoskeleton.

The XM-2 exoskeleton, officially named the XM-2 Lightweight Powered Mechanical Exoskeleton, is the top-of-the-line version of the Army Ranger Individual Load Enhancement System.

It uses a composite material of metal and graphene, and its core power source is a tritium battery.

It can provide continuous operation of the exoskeleton for 24 hours.

When equipped, it can provide 500 kg of upper body strength, and can still maintain a running speed of 12 km/h while carrying a load of 800 kg.

It also provides a jump height of 3 meters and a span width of 2 meters.

Moreover, this exoskeleton also provides comprehensive protection.

The exoskeleton alone can withstand 7.62mm rifle bullets fired from the front.

The AR series that street gangs use most often now is 5.56mm.

If combined with breastplate plates, it can withstand even the firearms used by the rebels without injury.

Moreover, this exoskeleton can withstand the impact of a fall from a height of 10 meters.

It also provides both biological and electromagnetic protection.

Electromagnetic protection means their communications will be extremely difficult to interfere with.

Biological protection can prevent various accidents, such as harm from chemical agents, biological warfare agents, and other similar substances.

Wilson withdrew his finger and continued reading.

There is also a weapon mounting port on the back of the exoskeleton.

During his previous service, one of his teammates liked to mount a miniature six-barreled rapid-fire machine gun on it.

Although it is miniature, its rate of fire is still as high as 3000 rounds per minute, enough to turn a light armored vehicle into a sieve.

"This...this is for us?" Kirk's voice trembled as he looked at the equipment in front of him.

"certainly!"

Upon seeing this, Murphy's lips curled slightly.

Thomas delivered this equipment a few days ago.

This batch of goods was originally purchased two years ago by the Ministry of Public Security as pilot equipment for the establishment of urban rapid response forces.

The project was later halted by the UEG review team and has been stored in the federal supply warehouse in San Antonio ever since.

After learning that Murphy wanted to set up a security company, Thomas transferred six sets of equipment under the guise of a pilot project for the modernization of local security forces, and secretly transported them to him after writing off all the inventory.

"Sir."

Wilson's voice was a little hoarse. "With this equipment, even a clerk who has never handled a gun before can hold off three thugs in urban combat."

"Cheng Hongtu and his team were already quite good to begin with. After a month of training, their tactical skills have reached the entry-level threshold of special forces. Now, with this added—"

He didn't continue, and Murphy picked up where he left off.

"Now, with this, as long as they don't encounter heavy firepower from regular troops, all the gang rebels in Texas, and even the UEG local armed conflict teams, will be in for a rough time."

"It's not enough to drink a whole pot, sir."

Something was burning in Wilson's gray eyes.

"As long as they have enough ammunition, they can beat those people until they question why they were born on this street."

The command room was silent for a few seconds.

"Well said."

Murphy smiled and picked up a head-mounted neural interaction ring from the side of the box, playing with it in his hand.

"Everyone, try them on. Garcia will arrange for the logistics team to set up a charging room tonight, and then..."

Murphy handed the interactive ring to Wilson and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"After this, these six skeletons will be yours."

Wilson gripped the interactive ring, unable to help but recall the day he retired, when the military representative pushed over an information card containing his resettlement allowance, along with a stack of psychological counseling appointment cards.

Even now, Wilson still remembers what the representative said.

"Mr. Brian, you have served your country for twenty years. America thanks you."

"However, your current physical condition is not suitable for military service, so I'm sorry, but I wish you a pleasant life ahead."

Then, like trash, I kicked him away.

And now, this young man standing before him, more than ten years younger than him, with a different skin color, has entrusted him with six mechanical exoskeletons—enough to make any small armed force envious and go crazy. What a profound trust this is!

Wilson didn't say anything, but simply slipped the interlocking ring onto his left wrist.

"Sir, I will immediately get them used to the XM-2 tomorrow morning. A week later, I will be able to lead them on any mission you assign."

Murphy looked at him and nodded.

"No rush."

He turned around and glanced at Cheng Hongtu and the other three.

"Claim your equipment first, and remember to write your name on it and stick it on so you don't get them mixed up."

"Also, Garcia will arrange a late-night snack. The cafeteria has fresh pork stew with potatoes today, and there's plenty of meat, no limit."

After a pause, Murphy smiled slightly.

"Eat your fill, so Wilson won't kick your butts again tomorrow."

Cheng Hongtu and the others suppressed their laughter, not daring to actually laugh out loud, their expressions quite strange.

After saying that, Murphy turned to look at Wilson.

"Wilson, don't let me down, and don't let me down either."

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

At night, three modified Raven drones, fully armed, hovered above an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Houston's southeast industrial district.

Fifty meters away from the warehouse, behind a half-collapsed concrete wall, Wilson knelt on one knee, his left index and middle fingers resting on the side of his tactical helmet.

Through the holographic eyepiece, the internal structure of the warehouse gradually becomes clear.

The main hall is long and narrow, covering approximately 400 square meters.

There are piles of abandoned refrigeration equipment on the west side, and two small compartments have been partitioned off on the east side.

The heat source signal was concentrated in the center of the main hall—eleven people, no, twelve people.

One of the heat sources is near the corner of the wall, possibly a sentry.

Wilson ran his thumb along the edge of the eyepiece, marking seven of the heat sources as red diamonds and the other five as yellow triangles.

"Wolf Cub No. 1, there are eleven to twelve targets in the main hall, most of them are gathered together. There are two heat sources in the east compartment, which are far from the main group. The western storage area appears to be unoccupied."

"The infiltration route on the west side is clear."

"Go to the west side, number 2 will block the back door, numbers 3 and 4 will defend the front, you follow me in."

"clear."

"Roger that, Alpha Wolf!"

With a barely perceptible hum of electricity, four XM-2 exoskeletons slowly rose from the shadows of the wall.

Wilson adjusted his M17A2 rifle and glanced down at the green pulse pulsating on the neural interaction ring in his left wrist.

He could never repay Murphy's kindness.

Now it's finally time to pay back the debt, and how? With bullets, of course.

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