"This is the War Robot: Brave, developed by our company. It is designed for counterterrorism operations, armed conflict, and personal security."
Zhu He introduced it without revealing specific data. With reporters and cameras everywhere, it was best not to let third parties learn too much about the War Robot's performance before it saw actual combat.
She could clearly sense Franji's eagerness. Since entering the exhibition area, he had glanced at the War Robot no fewer than eight times.
"What makes it special?"
"The combat capability of one robot is comparable to that of a well-trained special forces squad," Zhu He said.
Those words made Franji's pupils constrict sharply. Hesitation flashed across his face; clearly, he found it hard to believe.
One robot being equivalent to a special forces squad was a terrifying prospect.
Though he did not entirely believe it, Franji still felt hopeful. If it was true, the armed unrest in his country and the headache of terrorists entrenched there could be resolved with ease.
War did not just burn money. It also required a constant supply of soldiers.
Special forces required lengthy selection and extensive training, and not everyone could qualify. That was what made special forces squads so exceptional.
With the long time investment, manpower costs, and the battlefield being a meat grinder, soldiers were consumables.
If robots could replace special forces squads and be mass-produced, the battlefield would see an endless stream of powerful "living" forces. The implications were obvious.
"Are you sure it can compare to a special forces squad?" Franji asked skeptically.
"Of course. We understand our own robots best."
Before coming here, her superiors had given her a list of countries that could be sold War Robots. Syria was among them.
Syria was currently a battleground for global powers. Selling War Robots to