I'm The King of Business & Technology in the Modern World-Chapter 133: The Transport

The next week at Sentinel BioTech was nothing short of a controlled storm. The countdown to the Titan Mk-I demonstration was shrinking fast, and every department was in overdrive, ensuring that nothing—absolutely nothing—went wrong.

Matthew stood in the engineering bay, watching as his team finalized the transport setup for the exoskeleton. Titan Mk-I had been disassembled into modular sections, making it easier to transport securely while maintaining military secrecy.

"Are we cleared for transport?" Matthew asked, his voice calm but firm.

Dr. Lucia Vasquez checked the last batch of structural scans on her tablet. "The alloy plating is perfect. No microfractures, no weak points. It's ready."

Dr. Hassan Al-Masri nodded from his station, where he had been running power diagnostics. "Core output is stable. Battery cells are holding charge as expected."

Daniel Cho barely looked up from his screen. "AI subsystems are locked in. No deviations in neural relay patterns. The moment we power it back on, it should function at 100% efficiency."

Matthew exhaled slowly. They were ready.

Now, it was time to get the suit across the world.

Angel walked into the bay, dressed sharply as always, tablet in hand. "Alright, I just got word from our aviation team. The cargo plane is prepped at the private hangar."

Matthew glanced at her. "Everything cleared?"

She nodded. "Flight manifests are secured and classified. The U.S. Department of Defense has already granted us an expedited clearance for airspace entry. They're expecting us."

Matthew smirked. "Good. I'd rather not have our billion-dollar asset getting stuck in customs."

Angel shot him a look. "Or shot down by overzealous air defenses?"

Matthew chuckled. "That too."

Moving a military-grade exoskeleton prototype across international borders wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence. The U.S. wasn't taking any chances—they had assigned an escort of two fighter jets to accompany their transport plane as soon as they entered U.S. airspace.

"They really don't trust us, huh?" Daniel commented dryly.

Angel shrugged. "Would you?"

Matthew smirked. "Let's not give them a reason to be paranoid. Yet."

Before moving Titan Mk-I to the transport vehicle, Matthew himself went over every last detail.

Suit Integrity: Perfect. The graphene-reinforced titanium showed no damage.

Power Core: Fully charged and stable.

AI Systems: Synced and responsive.

Armor Modularity: Sections securely packed for transport.

Security Measures: GPS tracking enabled; unauthorized access impossible.

Once satisfied, Matthew gave the final go-ahead.

"Move it."

A team of specialized transport engineers carefully loaded the modular components of Titan Mk-I into the armored transport truck, securing them inside shock-resistant containers designed to withstand turbulence and impact.

Two armed security vehicles followed behind as they made their way to the private airstrip, where their cargo plane—a modified Boeing C-17 Globemaster—was waiting.

At the Sentinel BioTech private hangar, the scene was meticulously organized. Matthew, Angel, and a select few engineers would accompany Titan Mk-I on its journey to the U.S., ensuring that everything was reassembled and tested before the demonstration.

As the exoskeleton's secured crates were loaded into the cargo hold, Angel double-checked the clearance codes on her tablet.

"We're good to go," she confirmed.

Matthew took a last look at the massive military aircraft, then at his team.

"This is it," he said.

Dr. Vasquez crossed her arms. "You nervous?"

Matthew smirked. "No. I'm excited."

This was more than just a demonstration. This was a power move—a chance to establish Sentinel BioTech as the leader in military exoskeleton technology.

Once airborne, the tension in the cabin was palpable. No one spoke much, but the weight of the moment was impossible to ignore.

Angel sat across from Matthew, arms crossed. "You do realize what happens if this goes wrong, right?"

Matthew smirked. "Nothing's going to go wrong."

Angel narrowed her eyes. "You're too confident."

Matthew leaned back. "Angel, we've built something no one else has. The U.S. wants this. The moment they see it in action, they'll be the ones chasing us—not the other way around."

Angel exhaled. "Just don't make them regret inviting us."

Matthew chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it."

A voice crackled over the intercom.

"Sentinel Flight, this is U.S. Air Force Command. You are now entering restricted airspace. Maintain course. Fighter escort is inbound."

Outside, through the small cabin windows, two F-22 Raptors flanked their aircraft, escorting them toward the secure military base where the demonstration would take place.

"Now it feels real," Daniel muttered, watching the fighter jets.

Matthew just smirked. This was only the beginning.

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As the plane touched down on the massive military base runway, Matthew caught a glimpse of the waiting convoy—dozens of military personnel, armored vehicles, and high-ranking officials standing in formation.

Angel glanced at him. "They rolled out the red carpet."

Matthew's smirk widened. "Let's give them a show."

The cargo ramp of the C-17 Globemaster lowered with a mechanical whir, revealing the scene outside. A line of military Humvees and armored personnel carriers stood at the edge of the runway, their engines humming beneath the warm afternoon sun. Beyond them, a group of high-ranking officers and specialists waited, their gazes fixed on the aircraft.

As Matthew, Angel, and the Sentinel BioTech team descended the ramp, the weight of the moment settled in. This wasn't just another business deal. This was an evaluation by one of the most powerful military forces in the world.

Angel adjusted her blazer, keeping her expression composed, while Daniel Cho pushed his glasses up, scanning the figures ahead. Dr. Vasquez, Dr. Al-Masri, and Dr. Watanabe remained close, their eyes flickering between the military personnel and the massive transport crates being unloaded behind them.

A tall, broad-shouldered officer stepped forward, his uniform crisp, the four silver stars on his epaulets catching the sunlight. General Malcolm Reed—head of the U.S. Advanced Warfare Division.

"Mr. Borja," General Reed greeted, extending a firm handshake. "Welcome to Fort Hanley."

Matthew met the handshake with equal strength, offering a confident smirk. "Appreciate the invite, General."

Reed's sharp gaze shifted to the containers being unloaded. "I assume the Titan Mk-I is in there?"

Matthew nodded. "Fully secured and ready for assembly."

Another officer, a colonel with graying hair, stepped beside Reed. Colonel Nathan Reynolds, the man who had responded to Angel's email. He carried a tablet, likely loaded with classified evaluation reports.

"We've set up a secure hangar for your team to reassemble the unit," Reynolds said. "You'll have 48 hours to prepare before the demonstration."

Angel arched an eyebrow. "That's sooner than we expected."

General Reed's expression remained unreadable. "Let's just say there's a lot of interest in this project, and we're not the only ones watching."

Matthew's smirk didn't waver, but he understood the unspoken meaning. Other military forces, intelligence agencies, and defense contractors were keeping tabs on this demonstration. The U.S. wasn't just testing Titan Mk-I—they were evaluating whether to lock it down before someone else got their hands on it.

"Then we won't waste any time," Matthew said.

Reed nodded, then motioned to a waiting Humvee. "Your team will be escorted to the hangar. Let's get you settled in."

As they climbed into the military transport, Matthew glanced back at the Titan Mk-I containers, watching as they were carefully secured onto a convoy of armored trucks.

Two days.

In two days, the world would see what Sentinel BioTech had built.

And nothing would be the same after that.