Musk's openness and optimism were completely opposite to the way ordinary people were behaving in the current environment.
While ordinary people were all worried about whether the foreign races' armies would attack, he still maintained the simplest of convictions.
Let professionals handle professional matters. Excessive worry would only affect his own work efficiency.
Su Mo was momentarily speechless. Musk's approach was exactly the same as his own.
Although the war on the front lines might have entered its most tense period of contact, he likewise had not the slightest intention of participating.
Farming more Special Survival Points and preparing for the first Gods Gambling Duel was his proper duty.
The more chaotic the outside environment became, the less he could afford to lose his composure.
"Are you planning to mass-produce this equipment and deploy it to the front-line troops?" Su Mo asked after thinking it over. For Musk to develop a prototype so quickly, he must have considered that war had already arrived.
If this kind of Exoskeleton Battle Armor could be widely issued to the troops on the front lines, humanity's odds against the foreign races would certainly rise by several percentage points.
In a large-scale racial war, those few percentage points could represent the lives of several million or even tens of millions of people.
"I have that idea, but we still need to test its performance." Musk lowered his voice.
"This equipment isn't cheap. Even outfitting a hundred thousand people would cost an astronomical sum. Maintenance and upgrades later on would also be troublesome, and it would be difficult to organize the corresponding mechanized maintenance teams."
"Fortunately, in the current economic environment, everything takes war as its priority, and winning the two duels comes first. Economic efficiency, infrastructure, return rates, and the like don't need to be