Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"The design is mostly fine, but I suggest that when using magnetohydrodynamic propulsion, you should try to dive to a relatively deep area. The substances in the ocean can shield against abnormal magnetic phenomena. If you get too close to the surface, you will be detected no matter how much noise you reduce."

"Yes."

"By the way, you're the best at mounting weapons..."

As Isaac spoke at length, Tessa watched the boy with a smile.

"Hey, Isaac, brother."

"Huh? I'm going to go into the details now."

"Could you come to my ship as a technician later?" Tessa asked shyly.

"I don't think you need to. I'll tell you about all the potential problems today. Just write them down and ask some regular technicians to help you."

"..."

The father, who was in the distance, couldn't help but cover his face.

This child is definitely not like me.

Chapter 537: AS Developed by Isaac

After the visit, the father took Isaac away from the deserted island.

Thanks to Isaac's advice, the submarine's launch will be delayed for a while longer.

“Extraordinary, I’ve found that after a while I’ve almost forgotten that you’re the ‘Listener.’” The father recalled the scene of Isaac instructing Tessa earlier. “Could you help me upgrade my aircraft carrier?”

"At most, we can install a few electronic devices on it. For large aircraft carriers like yours, every little thing that is done during construction has far-reaching consequences. If you want a complete upgrade, it would be better to just ask headquarters to build a new one for you."

“A small change is fine,” the father laughed. “But my team is doing very well right now, so it shouldn’t be long before I can move into management.”

"...Congratulations!"

The combat records of Isaac's father's Atlantic Division and Western Pacific Division were completely different. The Western Pacific Fleet suffered countless losses due to the intervention of 'IW' and had to accelerate the development of new submarines.

The Atlantic distribution was also due to 'IW'. Every time, the father was able to complete the mission perfectly. The reason was that the decision-makers of 'IW' knew that the general of that team was their boss's father. Every time his side started a war, this side needed to do some tricks.

This is also why my father was able to win every battle.

"Dad, were 'Mithril's' submarines built specifically to deal with 'IW'?"

"No, that's not it. They started this plan some time ago. Back then, there wasn't much friction between 'IW' and the Western Pacific Division. The main goal was simply to establish a rapid reaction force."

"I see."

He had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

'IW' is not actually an enemy of 'Mithril'; in fact, they even cooperate with some teams. It's just that the Western Pacific team was unlucky enough to be in a position of conflict of interest.

Regardless of their purpose, Isaac had already figured out the entire structure of the submarine.

-

During holidays, Isaac would visit the headquarters of his newly established 'IW' to inspect the situation.

The true strength of the organization he established four years ago is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface to various countries.

There are 700 more intercontinental cruise missiles lying in their silos, and each one is equipped with an ESC electromagnetic stealth system and a nuclear warhead with a yield of 200 kilotons.

The fleet includes 1,500 large military drones and 10,000 small military drones, capable of carpet bombing any region.

New tanks, armored vehicles, self-propelled artillery, and even armed helicopters are all available.

However, with only about 1000 combat personnel at present, most of the products produced either end up in the market or gather dust in their own warehouses.

Of course, most of what was sold were outdated products, but it was still at least ten years ahead of the world.

According to outside rumors, 'IW' alone accounts for 20% of the global arms market, and this share is growing year by year. Its reputation is gradually surpassing that of 'Mithril'.

"Hey boss, it's been a while. How's school? Did you find a girlfriend?"

George already knew Isaac would be returning at this time, so he was waiting for him at the port.

"Why does everyone have to ask me about my girlfriend? My dad does it, and so do you."

“That’s right. Our company is now the world’s largest military company. If you had a girlfriend, it would be big news that would shake the world,” George laughed. “Although no one knows yet that you are our boss.”

"That's good. My identity can't be revealed yet."

The two walked out of the port and entered the island.

This island was specifically prepared for military training, and it is covered by a huge canopy to prevent spy satellites from various countries from spying on it.

"George, give us a report on the current situation."

"Our combat personnel have increased from 1,145 last month to 1,396 now. Weapon sales have increased by 5% year-on-year. We also recently discovered oil near our factory in international waters and now plan to extract it there."

“Not bad,” Isaac said. “What do you think of Mithril’s Western Pacific team?”

“Oh, we had a conflict with their team before, but fortunately there were no casualties on either side, and it ended with them withdrawing,” George said. “To be honest, the previous ‘Mithril’ forces mainly relied on American-made AS—M6 series, which are actually quite easy to fight, but recently their AS equipment has become a bit troublesome.”

"What?"

“It’s a third-generation AS called M9. This machine’s new energy is superior to the previous M6, making it a bit difficult to deal with,” George said, frowning.

"M9? Isn't that the AS that the US military is still developing?"

“Yeah, who knows what methods ‘Mithril’ used to mass-produce it directly?” George said with some distress. “Boss, do you think we should also establish an AS unit? It just so happens that some of the newly recruited people are skilled at piloting ASs.”

“Let’s see how things go first. Traditional AS drones can usually handle things instantly with drones. I haven’t seen the M9 model you mentioned, so I can’t make a judgment,” Isaac said. “I started my research on AS drones two years ago, and I happen to have one in a warehouse on this island.”

"Huh? Do we have such a thing?"

"Come with me."

Isaac led George to a warehouse hidden deep inside. They pressed the keypad on the outside and entered their fingerprints, and the huge iron warehouse door slowly opened.

A huge black robot came into view. Its body was a little taller than a typical AS, and its entire body was covered in thick armor.

George felt a sense of oppression even when he stood right in front of it.

"This is……"

“I named it IW-95, an AS specifically designed for mountain warfare,” Isaac said. “It was built based on research data obtained from the wreckage of the RK-92 and M6 series, and all its equipment is state-of-the-art.”

"Wow, that's amazing..." George exclaimed sincerely. "Has anyone tried out this AS?"

“Not yet. I produced it purely to test the compatibility of the new product with AS, and I had no intention of deploying it to the battlefield,” Isaac said. “Besides, we didn’t have the talent in this area at that time.”

"That's a real pity... Oh, speaking of which, we've got a new expert in this field here."

"Who?"

“It’s an acquaintance of the boss; I’ve met him before in Afghanistan.”

Chapter 538: Sosuke Xiangliang

George left the warehouse and soon returned with a dark-haired boy.

Looking at the face of the dark-haired boy, Isaac recalled being a young soldier in Afghanistan back then, only now he had grown up.

"Qasim? Long time no see."

"It's been a long time, sir. I'm Sousuke Sagara, a new recruit who just joined the IW Rapid Reaction Force." The black-haired boy quickly gave a military salute.

His rigid and meticulous demeanor does indeed resemble that of a soldier.

"Oh? You changed your name?"

"Yes, that's supposedly my former name."

“Well then, Sagara, welcome to IW.” Isaac extended his hand.

"It is my great honor."

Sousuke Sagara's hand clasped Isaac's.

When did you get here?

“A week ago, my original Lebanese armed forces unit was scattered. While wandering, I found Mr. Shechik, who led me to this island.”

What happened to your previous guerrilla unit?

“We were separated by the Russian army, and I got separated from the leader,” Sagara said. “Later, a Russian officer named Kalinin found me, but then we were separated by the enemy again.”

"You really have a rough life," Isaac said speechlessly. "Don't tell anyone about my identity, understand?"

"learn!"

“Alright.” Isaac turned to look at the AS he had designed and said, “I heard you used to drive ASs, is that right?”

"Yes, I flew an RK-92 in Afghanistan and an M6 when I was transferred to the Lebanese armed forces. You can rest assured about my combat experience."

“Sure, come and try out this AS in front of you.” Isaac pointed to the black AS behind him.

When Sagara Sousuke saw the AS, he was a little puzzled and asked, "Sir, this is a model I've never seen before. I don't know if I can quickly adapt to the operating environment."

"Don't worry about that. The operating environment inside is modeled after the M6's operating system, and you'll get used to it quickly."

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Sagara Sousuke quickly climbed to the top of the aircraft, found the hatch, and pressed the switch.

In an instant, the hatch on the back of the AS opened, revealing the cockpit inside.

This was a prototype made by Isaac, so there were no combination locks or identification devices installed inside. Before long, the large robot's eyes glowed red, and it slowly stood up.

The shadows enveloped George and Isaac, and only then did George realize how this AS differed from the other models.

Its taller stature, thicker armor, and the machine gun in its hand and rockets mounted on its arm undoubtedly give it a powerful impact.

This is simply the embodiment of firepower.

"Sagara, can you hear me?" Isaac called from outside.

"of course."

Electronic voices emanated from the giant humanoid machine.

"Very good, come with me to the training ground."

Isaac left the warehouse first, and the huge AS followed step by step, each step causing the ground to tremble.

The training ground on the deserted island was enormous. When Sagara arrived in his AS, there were five RK-92s and five M6s parked around him.

“Saragi, the IW-95 you’re piloting is 11.3 meters tall. I’ve used holmium alloy and Chobham composite armor on its armored parts, so the weight of the machine exceeds twenty-five tons,” Isaac said. “It has four AGM missiles on each arm, a seven-barrel Gatling gun, and medium-range ballistic missiles on its back…”