Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Maple Street, East Side of Houston.

The fierce battle had been going on for a full half hour.

Three police cars riddled with bullet holes were blocking the middle of the road, while behind a brick wall next to them, several American police officers were cowering, afraid to peek out.

The gunshots rang out like firecrackers during Chinese New Year, crackling and popping for almost twenty minutes.

"Sheriff! Ammunition! We need ammunition!"

"Wait, wait, the enemy's firepower is too strong."

As the sheriff of the Southeast Precinct of the Houston Police Department, Vince Vince wanted to rush over to help his teammates, but the problem was that the enemy's firepower was simply too overwhelming.

In a three-story building across the street, a dozen rioters were armed with M17s, spraying bullets like they were free. Under such circumstances, it was difficult to even peek out, let alone deliver ammunition.

"Damn it," Vince muttered as he loaded the last round of bullets into the magazine.

Three days ago, these thugs occupied this building and ousted all the families who originally lived there.

This morning, they started firing into the street.

It's not about shooting at specific people, it's about firing a gun.

Hit whatever you see.

Vince arrived with seven men, initially expecting a routine extermination mission, but upon arrival, they were immediately overwhelmed and unable to lift their heads.

"Sheriff! Their firepower is too much! Let's retreat!"

Another young policeman shouted.

withdraw?

Vince wanted to leave, but the problem was, where to leave?

The street behind him is the newly opened energy storage center in the Southeast Industrial Zone.

If those thugs rush over...

Vince didn't think any further. He simply shoved the magazine into the gun, stuck half his head out, and fired a burst at the other side.

Unsurprisingly, his action immediately resulted in even stronger suppression.

Just then, a low humming sound came from above.

Vince instinctively looked up.

In the hazy sky, a small black dot was rapidly swooping down.

In the blink of an eye, the black dot transformed into a clearly defined drone.

The drone was larger than any civilian drone Bevins had ever seen, with something hanging under its wings, dark and indistinct, that he couldn't make out.

"What is that thing?"

The young policeman next to him also saw it, and stood there dumbfounded with his mouth agape.

The next second, the drone was seen hovering in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a tongue of fire shot out from under its wing.

"Da da da..."

With a burst of machine gun fire, the small building across the street fell silent instantly.

But the drones didn't stop.

With a slight adjustment of the angle, another tongue of fire appeared.

However, this time the target was not the small building, but the open space in front of it.

After the drone finished its sweep, the building was quiet for three seconds.

Then, someone threw a gun out of the window.

One, two, three.

Then, several figures stumbled out, and just then, a series of heavy footsteps came from the street corner.

Vince looked in the direction of the sound.

Four figures were rapidly advancing along the street.

The leader, wearing a gray-black exoskeleton, walked up to Vince in a few steps.

"Sheriff Vince?"

"Who am I? Who are you?"

Once the target was identified, the mask rose, revealing Wilson's face.

"Hello, Sheriff Vince, this is the action team from Mo's Energy Security Company. We're here to assist you."

As he spoke, Cheng Hongtu took out a document from his pocket and handed it over.

Vince glanced down at the Texas emblem and red stamp on the document, then looked at Cheng Hongtu with a completely bewildered expression.

His gaze lingered on those lines of text for two seconds. "You..."

Cheng Hongtu took the document back, folded it again, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Sheriff Vince, you've seen the documents, so I won't say anything more. According to the emergency decree temporarily issued by Texas, this area is now under our control."

After saying that, he waved his hand and led his three team members into the depths of the street.

Vince was left standing there dumbfounded, along with the thugs who lay motionless on the ground.

A similar situation is happening simultaneously throughout Houston.

On the first day, the rioters, who had gone completely mad, were still able to put up a fight.

But that's all.

When Cheng Hongtu and his men appeared on Third Street in Houston's East Side, a group of gangsters who had taken over an abandoned supermarket as their base even tried to shoot at them with machine guns.

As a result, Cheng Hongtu didn't even dodge; he smashed through the supermarket's roller shutter door while being riddled with bullets, and after three minutes inside, it became quiet.

Later, according to eyewitnesses who were squatting nearby, most of the people were still alive when they were dragged out, but everyone looked at Cheng Hongtu as if they had seen a ghost.

That evening, the gunfire in Houston's East Side subsided considerably.

The surviving gang members either hid in the sewers or fled to other territories overnight; in any case, they dared not show their faces again.

The first day has passed just like that.

The situation calmed down a bit the next day. Cheng Hongtu and his team didn't launch a large-scale operation again. Instead, they split into more than a dozen groups to work with Cheng Hongtu, Kirk, Peter, and others to lead the cleanup.

They went wherever there was gunfire, and rushed towards wherever there was thick smoke.

But the real show begins on the third day.

That gang isn't stupid. If they don't fight back after being beaten like this, how will they survive in the future?

On the afternoon of the third day, the biggest counterattack in Houston's East Side came.

The Blood Gang, the 13th Gang, the Crippled Gang, and the Bandit Gang—four forces that had previously fought to the death—joined forces for the first time.

They gathered nearly two hundred people and simultaneously attacked a block that Cheng Hongtu and his team were clearing from three directions.

Heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and even two armored pickup trucks that appeared out of nowhere.

That said, Wilson sold them these weapons.

Despite having ample weaponry and displaying impressive fighting skills, they were actually quite ordinary when it came to a real fight.

Needless to say, the members of the Wolf Pack Squadron, and even the security team led by Malen, after several rounds of expansion, have reached an astonishing 300 people, all of whom are retired soldiers.

These people, when put together, could easily be considered an army.

First came a volley of drone fire.

Immediately afterwards, Maren led his security team out from the flank and cut off the group's retreat.

Finally, Wilson led his team to engage in a direct confrontation.

In just half an hour, Wilson and his men wiped it all out.

By the fifth day, the number of terrorist attacks in Houston had dropped by 30 percent.

Of course, this was made possible entirely by Wilson and his team's A1-1 exoskeleton, along with the dozen or so Raven 2 drones hovering in the sky.

Previously, these equipment had to be hidden away, but now there's no need for that at all.

With official authorization from Texas and the protection of Irving and Thomas, even if someone wanted to cause trouble, they wouldn't be able to find any decent grounds.

It's legally compliant and procedurally sound, so what else can you say?

Over the next two weeks, the previously chaotic Houston was completely brought under control.

As long as the factory can continue production, it can continue to pay taxes.

Once the taxes are paid, the state's finances can breathe a sigh of relief.

This is Thomas's answer, proving that his proposal was flawless.

As for those thugs who were driven away and those gangs who were suppressed, who cares what they think?