Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Chapter 96 My Good Brother with 50 Yuan

Wilson just stood there with that same smile, not saying a word.

Murphy took a deep breath, suppressing the last embers of anger in his chest, and turned to nod his chin toward the entrance of the training field.

"Skynet, notify old Johnson to bring the stuff in."

"Yes, sir!"

A moment later, the training ground gate slowly slid open.

Two technicians pushed in a small transport vehicle, on which a huge metal box was secured.

Old Johnson followed beside the car, holding a tablet in his hand, and quickly walked to Murphy's side.

"Sir, as per your request, the final debugging has just been completed."

Murphy gestured with his chin toward Wilson. "Show him."

Wilson leaned closer, his gaze landing on the tablet screen.

The screen displays a set of 3D renderings, with various parameters densely labeled around them.

"This is—the CMC-300 power armor?" Wilson's voice trembled slightly.

Murphy didn't speak, he just nodded.

The CMC-300 power armor can also be called the 50-piece armor.

This thing is really very similar to the power armor worn by human soldiers in StarCraft.

Of course, it's only similar.

After learning that this was the world of exorcists and the terrifying skills of the exorcists, Murphy wondered if he could use this technology to create a batch of enhanced soldiers.

This set of power was based on what he redeemed, and was upgraded and modified by Skynet.

The CMC-300 power armor is 2.5 meters tall, weighs 185 kilograms empty, and has a fully enclosed, one-piece construction.

The armor uses an aerospace-grade titanium alloy load-bearing frame, an outer layer of sintered carbide ceramic armor plates, and a middle layer of Kelvin polymer buffer interlayer.

全身可抵御8毫米口径穿甲弹持续直射，核心部位可抵御12.7毫米子弹及5米外手榴弹爆炸的破片和冲击标配2组可更换式高密度燃料电池组，满负荷作战模式下续航72小时。

In addition, there are oxygen circulation systems, temperature control systems, and physiological support systems.

Its maximum running speed on flat ground is 28 kilometers per hour, and it can cushion the impact of a 15-meter fall.

Furthermore, the helmet's built-in tactical display screen can directly connect to the Skynet tactical data link, displaying the battlefield situation in real time.

Identification of friend or foe, target labeling.

It's fair to say that this CMC power armor is at least twice as powerful as the ones Wilson and his crew originally had.

"Open it." Murphy tilted his head toward old Jameson.

Old Johnson immediately stepped forward and pressed a few buttons on the control panel on the side of the metal box.

"Click".

The sound of the latch popping open.

The lid of the box slowly rose, revealing what was inside.

A 2.5-meter-tall power armor, entirely matte black with sleek and rigid lines, lies quietly on a fixed support inside the box.

The heavy metallic texture gleamed with a cold, faint light under the training field lights.

The intricate joint structure and every connection exude the unique beauty of precision mechanics.

Wilson stood beside the crate, staring intently at the power armor, his eyes practically glued to the object.

"Sir—is this really for me?"

"Try them on." Murphy's voice remained calm, but the slight upturn of his lips indicated that he was in a good mood.

Wilson paused for a moment, then abruptly turned to look at Murphy.

"Now?"

"Now."

Without saying a word, Wilson turned around and ran behind the power armor, only to be dumbfounded.

"How do we get in?"

Old Johnson sighed, walked to the support frame, and pointed to the grooves on the inside of the hatch.

"Put your feet in first, make sure they are firmly planted in the two grooves, then sit down until your wrist touches the contact point, then you're in position."

Wilson did as instructed, first putting his feet in, making sure they were firmly planted, and then sitting down.

As his body sank into the power armor, the heavy hatch on his back began to slowly close.

"Click".

The sound of the sealing latch locking shut.

The next second, a faint light appeared inside the helmet.

Before Wilson, a whole circle of data displays lit up one by one.

Battery level, armor status, weapon interface, communication link — rows of data streams cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Synchronization in progress — Calibration successful! CMC-300 power armor activated."

As the AI ​​program built into his power armor began to play, Wilson tried to raise his arm.

The right arm of the power armor rose up almost the instant he made the thought.

There was no lag, no hesitation; it was as if that heavy metal arm was his own limb.

Wilson paused for a moment, then suddenly took a step forward.

"Thump!"

Heavy footsteps echoed across the training ground.

The power armor stepped off the support and stood firmly on the ground.

Wilson looked down at his hands, which were encased in metal, then looked up at Murphy, who was standing a few meters away.

"Sir—this thing is fucking amazing!"

Murphy didn't say anything, but simply gestured with his chin toward Wilson.

"Take a few steps."

Wilson did as he was told and ran off.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy footsteps sounded, starting slowly and then getting faster.

Finally, Wilson simply came up with many new tricks.

Jump, flip.

Suddenly, Wilson stopped abruptly, turned around, and threw a punch at the iron sandbag hanging to the side.

"Bang!"

The 200-kilogram iron sandbag was sent flying by his punch, hitting a wall ten meters away, bouncing back, rolling twice on the ground, and then coming to a stop.

Wilson stood there, looking at his fist, then at the flattened sandbag, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Sir! That strength, that speed! I can take on ten of them by myself now!"

Murphy's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Skynet".

"Yes, Master."

"Activate the practical testing mode. Turn on all the obstacles and dynamic targets. Wilson, give us a show!"

"Yes, Master. Combat testing mode activated."

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of cracks suddenly appeared in the ground around the training ground, and a dense array of sensors and dynamic target tracks hung down from the ceiling.

At the same time, various obstacle facilities were also raised on the ground.

Once everything was ready, the dynamic targets began to move rapidly, and their speed increased.

Wilson stood still, slightly turning his head. The tactical display inside his helmet showed the targets one by one, with the threat level and optimal attack path calculated in real time next to them.

Wilson then took a deep breath and moved.

The two-and-a-half-meter-tall figure, like a black lightning bolt, instantly cut into the dynamic target.

A fist smashes a human-shaped target.

An elbow strike sent a beast-shaped target flying.

Jump, roll, sprint, stop abruptly.

Every movement was fluid and seamless.

Those dynamic targets were like paper in front of Wilson, who was wearing power armor; they were torn to shreds and sent flying in large pieces.

Thirty seconds later.

Wilson landed steadily as he smashed the last dynamic target with a single punch.

His helmet visor rose, revealing his face, which was covered in sweat and heat.

"Sir, I'm never taking this off again."

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