Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

"Snap!"

The sound of metal tearing was sharp and piercing. The steel plate on top of the safe was pressed into a dent, and the welds at the edges cracked.

Wallis's eye twitched.

Wilson threw away the deformed steel plate in his hand, bent down and took out the contents from the crack.

Stacks of credit cards were neatly arranged and bound with rubber bands; each stack was quite thick.

He roughly counted them; there were about twenty or thirty stacks, plus several USB drives sealed in waterproof bags.

Wilson put everything into the pockets of his tactical vest and nodded to Peter.

"Move all these things out; it might be useful to the officer."

"yes!"

A moment later, all the supplies in the storage room were moved outside the warehouse. Wilson then raised his right arm and tapped the terminal on his hand a few times.

Immediately afterwards, three matte black drones pierced through the rain curtain and hovered about ten meters above the open ground.

Cheng Hongtu looked up at the several hovering behemoths and couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his heart.

Mr. Murphy was so concerned about them that before they set off, he repeatedly told them that the outcome of the mission was not important, but that they must all return safely. He also specially arranged for three Raven drones to accompany and support them.

This crow drone was modified from a civilian agricultural drone.

Originally used for spraying pesticides, it was later modified by Jameson from the Production Research Department and several technicians, which greatly improved its efficiency.

The company has a total of 20 of these, which are usually used for lifting goods.

However, in critical moments, with a simple temporary modification, it can be equipped with a small photoelectric probe and a thermal imager, and can also carry two light machine guns.

Aside from its slower flight speed and louder rotor noise, its firepower, payload, and reconnaissance capabilities are not weak.

Mr. Murphy once said that if you encounter an insurmountable force, such as the enemy having heavy firepower or a number of people far exceeding expectations, you must retreat immediately and not fight head-on.

These three Raven drones will cover their retreat and help them escape.

Now they have wiped out the M-13 stronghold without suffering any casualties, without even getting a scratch. They have lived up to Mr. Murphy's expectations and made good use of his painstaking arrangements and valuable equipment.

Compared to Cheng Hongtu's complex thoughts, Wilson didn't have as many feelings. He simply manipulated the terminal on his wrist, controlling the drone and lowering three steel cables.

Wilson walked over, secured the hook at the end of the steel cable to several sealed boxes, then stepped back a few paces and tapped the terminal a few more times.

The steel cable tightened, slowly lifting the boxes of goods.

"Mission accomplished, retreat!"

"Yes, Alpha Wolf!"

The five exoskeletons activated simultaneously and quickly disappeared into the dark, rainy night.

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The lights were still on in the office on the third floor of the factory.

Murphy sat behind his desk and downed his coffee in one gulp. Garcia, who was waiting nearby, immediately stepped forward and refilled his cup.

The clock on the wall was pointing to 2 a.m., but he still couldn't fall asleep.

It wasn't that Murphy was worried about whether Wilson and his team could handle those bastards from the 13th Gang.

After all, with five XM-2 exoskeletons and a month of high-intensity training, it would be strange if they couldn't even take down a street gang stronghold.

He just wanted to see what kind of results he could achieve by drawing his knife for the first time.

Just then, a deep engine roar came from outside the window.

Murphy put down his coffee cup, stood up, and walked to the window.

Three Raven drones pierced through the rain and slowly landed on the helipad in the back of the factory. Immediately afterwards, five figures emerged from the night.

Seeing this, Murphy's lips curled up slightly, and he turned and walked towards the door.

Downstairs, the back door of the factory's rear area had been opened.

Wilson walked in front, with Cheng Hongtu and the other three following behind him.

Although his face showed signs of fatigue, his eyes held an undisguised excitement.

Upon seeing Murphy come down, Wilson immediately quickened his pace and stepped forward, his heels touching.

"Sir, mission accomplished. All personnel have returned safely; no one was injured."

Murphy nodded, his gaze sweeping over each of the five people's faces.

"Well done."

Murphy gave Wilson an approving look before turning his attention to Cheng Hongtu and the other three.

"Sir, we did it!"

Cheng Hongtu stood ramrod straight, his eyes shining brightly.

Murphy walked over and patted him hard on the shoulder twice.

"Well done."

Then he looked at Nancy, Kirk, and Peter in turn, and patted each of them on the shoulder.

"You've all worked hard. Go and rest. Garcia has already asked the cafeteria to prepare hot soup. Remember, eat your fill and eat well."

"Yes, sir!"

The four voices rang out almost simultaneously, and then they prepared to return to the logistics room to take off their gear.

However, Wilson did not move.

"Sir, in addition to initially completing the training requirements, we also captured a batch of supplies, including compressed biscuits, drinking water, and medical kits. I have already used the crow to retrieve them all."

At this point, Wilson went to the place where the drone had just unloaded its cargo, unlocked the steel lock, opened the box, and revealed the contents.

He then returned to Murphy, took out a stack of credit cards and several USB drives from his pocket, and handed them to Murphy.

Murphy took the stack of credit cards and casually flipped through them.

This thing is just like an early bank card, except it has a built-in display screen and fingerprint recognition. Users can turn it on and off at will and make transfers.

However, the credit cards Wilson produced were all black market cards, with no anti-theft features, and could be used at any time.

Looking at the numbers on the display screen, this stack must contain at least five or six hundred thousand credits.

Wilson was lucky, really. These credits were something Wallis had painstakingly accumulated, intending to use them to recruit more members and expand his gang during the chaos in M-9 in the north. But Murphy snatched them away.

"It's dried well, is there any more?"

"There are also some addictive drugs." Wilson paused, pointing to the opened boxes. "What do you think we should do with them?"

Murphy remained silent for a long time without saying a word.

Upon seeing this, Wilson said, "Sir, if there's nothing else, I'll go too."

"Go ahead." Murphy nodded. "Get a good rest tonight. You don't need to get up early for training tomorrow."

Wilson paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, sir."

After saying that, he took the terminal off his hand, handed it to Murphy, and then turned and walked quickly toward the logistics room.

After Wilson walked away, Murphy tapped the terminal a few times to return the drone to the helipad before turning to walk towards the boxes.

He was holding a thick stack of credit cards and a USB flash drive.

This stuff is easy to handle; just hand it over to old Johnson and it'll be fine. It's just that these addictive drugs are a real problem.

These days, things that can make people temporarily forget hunger and cold sell better than food.

On the black market, a small bottle can be exchanged for three days' worth of ration coupons.