Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

For example, small-scale modular cold fusion energy core technology packages and megawatt-level modular energy storage power stations are things that can truly change the landscape.

Therefore, Murphy had to resist the urge to spend immediately and continue saving.

I'm making a steady few hundred points every day now, and it will only take a few months to accumulate over 100,000 points.

We'll decide which one to switch to then.

Right now, Murphy is visiting the brand-new wolf pack squad, or rather, the wolf pack company.

Murphy has now taken over the entire area within a 10-kilometer radius of the factory.

Five kilometers away from the factory, in a sizable, fully enclosed training camp surrounded by three-meter-high barbed wire fences, Murphy stood on a second-floor observation platform, looking into the field through the one-way glass in front of him.

Forty team members wearing A1-1 exoskeletons are divided into four tactical squads and are conducting various training exercises. Two of the squads are conducting simulated street combat.

"Sir."

Wilson came up the stairs, holding a tablet, and stood next to Murphy.

"As per your request, the four teams will take turns conducting live-fire combat assessments every month. Currently, Cheng Hongtu's Red Team and Kirk's Blue Team are in charge."

Murphy nodded, his gaze fixed on the arena.

Cheng Hongtu's team was advancing rapidly along a passageway filled with abandoned shipping containers.

The ten team members formed a standard alternating cover formation: four advanced, three guarded the flanks, and three covered the rear.

As soon as they advanced to a cover, the assault team immediately raised their guns to provide cover, and the covering team quickly followed. The whole process was smooth and efficient, with almost no unnecessary movements.

"Cheng Hongtu has made considerable progress in the past six months," Murphy remarked.

"Yes."

Wilson tapped the tablet. "His tactical awareness is now the most solid of the four squad leaders. In the last simulated combat exercise, he led his team to a head-on defeat of Kirk's squad in an urban warfare environment, with casualties outnumbering them by one to four."

"One to four?"

"Cheng Hongtu lost two men, while Kirk's entire team was wiped out."

Wilson's lips twitched slightly. "That kid's gotten smarter now. He doesn't confront people head-on; he just looks for gaps in the defenses and tries to slip through."

Murphy didn't speak, turning his gaze to the other side.

Kirk's squad was using a three-story building for defense, but Cheng Hongtu seemed to have sensed Kirk's intentions. Instead of attacking, he split into two groups to flank from the side, while the rest of the men kept changing positions in the ruins a hundred meters away to create feints.

"Kirk is going to lose," Murphy said.

Wilson glanced at the real-time data on the screen. "Cheng Hongtu's red team currently has a 70% win rate. However, Kirk hasn't been idle these past six months either. The individual skills of the rookies under his command are the strongest among the four teams. If Cheng Hongtu gets caught out while maneuvering, they might be able to turn the tide."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of gunfire erupted in the arena.

Just as Cheng Hongtu's flanking team reached within fifty meters of the side of the small building, one of Kirk's hidden sentries suddenly opened fire. Two team members were shot in the chest, and the sensors on the surface of their exoskeletons lit up red, then automatically locked their joints, freezing the three of them in place instantly.

But just as the hidden sentry was exposed, Cheng Hongtu's main force moved from the front.

The four people jumped out from behind the cover at the same time, and with the help of the exoskeleton, they crossed the open area in just over ten seconds and rushed to the base of the small building.

Immediately afterwards, two smoke grenades were thrown in through the window, and the next second, seven people simultaneously smashed through two windows on the first floor and rushed in.

Gunshots rang out like popping beans inside the building, and then one by one, red lights appeared on the bodies of team members, their joints locked, and they were forced to withdraw from the battle.

Half a minute later, a voice came from Cheng Hongtu's communication channel.

"Red team report: Target building secured, Blue team wiped out. Red team lost four members, two survive."

Wilson glanced down at the data on the tablet, then looked up at Murphy.

"Sir, Cheng Hongtu won. He lost four men but wiped out all six of the enemy's."

Murphy's lips curled up slightly.

"Let's go down and take a look."

The two stepped off the observation platform and passed through an iron gate into the training field.

The arena was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder and the heat emanating from the hydraulic mechanisms.

Several players with red glowing bodies were standing on the sidelines, waiting for the support staff to come and unlock their joints.

Cheng Hongtu walked out of the building, his helmet tucked under his arm, his face covered in sweat, but his eyes were bright.

Upon seeing Murphy approaching, Cheng Hongtu immediately stood up straight, his heels touching.

"teacher!"

From the other three directions, Kirk, Nancy, and Peter also ran over quickly and stood in a row behind Cheng Hongtu.

All forty team members stood at attention, their eyes all fixed on Murphy.

Murphy didn't speak immediately, but walked up to Cheng Hongtu and patted him on the shoulder.

"Well played."

Then he looked at Kirk.

"Your hidden sentry was well set up; we almost turned the tide."

Kirk opened his mouth, a hint of shame on his face, "Sir, I still lost."

"Losing is normal, but your unexpected refereeing move was something he didn't anticipate. Next time, he'll have to be more careful. Isn't that the point of training?"

Kirk nodded vigorously.

After speaking, Murphy turned to the forty team members, his gaze sweeping over their faces one by one, a sense of pride welling up within him.

This was the wealth he had painstakingly accumulated.

During this period, the company's armed forces have expanded considerably.

First is the A1-1 exoskeleton, which serves as the core of the wolf pack squadron.

In terms of appearance, the A1-1 is much more rugged than the military's official XM-2.

However, aside from the fact that it uses a high-density lithium battery pack, which limits the battery life to only eight to ten hours, making it less than the XM-2's 24-hour all-weather capability, it is absolutely up to 90% of the original XM-2 in all other aspects.

The protective vest uses multi-layer rolled steel plates sandwiched with Kevlar fibers. The joint drive retains hydraulic servo, but some automatic posture adjustment has been eliminated, and basic manual control plus haptic feedback vest has been used instead.

Although it's not that smart, it's sturdy and reliable. If it breaks down, a couple of taps will usually fix it.

In addition to providing each person with an A1-1, James Johnson also worked with Skynet to upgrade and modify the Raven drone.

The current Raven 2 drone is an upgrade that combines some military-grade parts acquired from the black market with a self-developed control system.

It has a larger fuselage and a greater carrying capacity, and can carry two light machine guns plus four small rocket launchers.

Although it can't compare to the real reconnaissance and strike drones in the military, it's more than capable of conducting reconnaissance, sniping, and dropping bombs in urban environments.

Furthermore, a complete production line is already in place, with a monthly output of 20 to 30 units.

As for why he didn't buy the Predator drone, it wasn't because Murphy lacked faith in it.

With his current assets, buying one wouldn't be very useful, and even if he wanted to reverse engineer it, his technical skills wouldn't be up to par.

In addition, there are several armored vehicles converted from the company's original armed escort convoy, and five OH-6Cs acquired through special channels, now named Eagle.

Combined with the remaining heavy firepower.

It's fair to say that with the power Murphy currently wields, as long as he doesn't overstep his bounds, he could practically roam freely in Houston.