Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 44 Radiaz (Please continue reading)

"Mr. Luo Qing went to space?"

The humid wind carried the salty tang of the Caribbean Sea as Rediaz stood on the rooftop terrace of the presidential palace, the cigar between his fingers glowing faintly.

Below are the city's lights that never go out: the tin shacks in the slums to the east are made of crumpled tin foil; the wealthy area to the west is a city that never sleeps.

It was as if two parallel worlds were tearing each other apart in the same city.

At this moment, memories of the "revolution" and the blueprint of the Wallfacer's plan were layering on each other in his mind, quickly making it difficult for Radiaz to distinguish between the past and the present.

The liaison, standing behind Radiaz, replied, "Professor Luo Qing has been up there for three days. He's having a great time on the International Space Station and is also involved in the construction of the space elevator. He probably won't be coming down for a while."

Radiaz snorted out a smoke ring.

"He went up in a spaceplane with the Chinese Space Force?"

The contact shook his head: "That's exactly what I wanted to tell you. He flew up there by himself. It's no secret. You may have been too focused on your own plans these past few days and ignored information from the outside world."

"It flew up by itself?"

Radiaz could clearly feel his breathing becoming heavier.

The contact said, "He finished filming his movie in the atmosphere, caught up with the spaceplane, and went with them to the International Space Station. By the way, the movie will be released worldwide this weekend."

They caught up with the spaceplane.

What an unfamiliar arrangement of words.

“Okay, okay,” said Radiaz, “a charlatan who just yesterday ordered the PDC to launch a spell toward the sun, a cultivator who loves making movies, a US Secretary of Defense who died at the hands of the Wallbreaker, and a scientist obsessed with brain science.”

Rediaz paused, then said, "I'm the only madman."

The contact person smiled but remained silent.

In the days that Wallfacer No. 5 was in space, the other Wallfacers did indeed begin to act. For example, Dr. Luo Ji, after his wife and children went into hibernation, immediately composed a 'spell' and then instructed PDC to emit high-power electromagnetic waves toward the sun.

Just yesterday, the sun, carrying the incantation of the Wallfacer Luo Ji, flew to a star fifty light-years away called 187J3X1.

"Since Mr. Luo Qing has no intention of visiting me, then I don't need to stay here and wait for him. I'll get ready to visit my factory."

Faced with the demands of those who block the way, the contact person has no choice but to comply.

Thanks to the former Venezuelan president's obsession with nuclear weapons, the world's largest experimental 'hydrogen bomb' factory is currently being built in Venezuela.

The 'hydrogen bomb' experimental factory mainly consists of three parts: a computing center, a nuclear fusion material production facility, and an assembly and testing workshop.

Of course, to prevent this Wallfacer from doing anything too outrageous, the PDC prohibited Venezuela from conducting any form of missile delivery research.

Not to mention ballistic missiles, even the old transport planes capable of carrying high-yield nuclear bombs have been dismantled by the Americans.

If you want a hydrogen bomb, you can, but it can only be produced in Venezuela. Once it's produced, keep it to yourself and don't even think about giving it away.

After arriving at the computing center.

Rediaz looked at the weary-looking PDC scientific advisory team.

"Is the calculation for the super-high yield hydrogen bomb still not complete?"

The head of the scientific advisory group spoke with a hint of resentment: "Mathematics cannot be calculated by whipping someone or piling up resources."

“Yes.” Radiaz nodded. “But six years have passed. A gorilla should be able to do addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division by now.”

"But in the past six years, the computing power of computers has not made any significant progress."

"Fifty years ago, the Chinese could calculate the nuclear bomb with an abacus, so why can't you?"

“Then you can go to China and import a truckload of abacuses for us! Just say it’s part of the plan!” The person in charge’s voice was loud, as if he was about to pick up the abacus paper and keyboard on the table and smash them at the man facing the wall. Strangely, Rediaz didn’t seem angry at all; instead, he nodded, which was unusual for him.

"Here's the thing, you can take a few days off now, for example, go see another Wallfacer's new movie and relax properly."

Diaz's words clearly stunned the PDC's scientific advisory group, who began to whisper among themselves.

"Are you serious?" The head of the scientific advisory group frowned.

Rediaz nodded: "Work-life balance."

The person in charge said, "You said this is part of the plan."

Rediaz: "This is part of the plan."

The person in charge turned and left: "Very good, excellent! Everyone follow my instructions, time to go home!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" Everyone cheered in unison. They were too lazy to save the data on their computers and rushed past Radiaz to rush out the door to enjoy the beauty of nature.

The person in charge returned to his seat, pulled a stack of A4 papers from his drawer, went to Radiáz, and slammed the stack of A4 papers heavily in front of Radiáz.

"The mathematical model for the stellar-class hydrogen bomb has been calculated. Compared to the amount of computation required, our work is no less impressive than that of those Chinese who use abacuses! Now, this mathematical model belongs to you, you damned Wallfacer!"

After doing all this, the person in charge turned and left.

Just as he was near the door, he suddenly jumped up like a madman, slamming his fist into the night sky as if he wanted to smash a nuclear bomb with one punch.

Rediaz smiled, lit a new cigar, and picked up the stack of mathematical models of stellar-class hydrogen bombs filled with complex calculations. He read them carefully, his expression devout as if he were admiring a naked woman.

The contact person casually appeared behind Radiaz at some point, saying, "They can calculate these things with these antique computers. They really are no different from the Chinese who used abacuses back then."

"The stellar hydrogen bomb is just the first step in the plan," said Rediaz.

The contact laughed and said, "You are a Wallfacer, you don't need to say such things to me."

Rediaz shook his head: "I know you've always had some disdain for my so-called Wallfacer project, and in fact, that's true. I don't have the power of Luo Qing, nor the experience of being hunted down by the Trisolarans like Luo Ji. Compared to Hines, I'm a waste of resources. Even compared to that guy Taylor, you all have a much better impression of this former US Secretary of Defense than of me, the former president of Venezuela."

The contact person gently shook his head.

Cigar ash fell softly onto his shirt collar, but Diaz seemed oblivious, his nails digging deep into his palms as if to suppress the excitement in his heart.

"To be honest, my plan is even crazier than Taylor's."

"Be careful what you say," the contact person advised.

“It’s okay, I don’t care. That’s how crazy people are.” Rediaz shook his head and said, “I’ve always likened the war between humans and the Trisolarans to a guerrilla war.”

The contact said, "That's right. After all, you led this poor and backward country and broke through the American invasion. You won all of this with guerrilla warfare, which is your specialty."

"My specialty?" It was as if Radiaz's gaze could penetrate the computing center and see the slums buried beneath the nuclear bomb factory.

“It’s just a poor imitation.” Rediaz quoted an Eastern proverb and shook his head: “I’ve messed everything up. My people haven’t become richer because of me. I’ve smashed an old world, but I can’t build a new one.”

The contact person comforted him, saying, "You don't need to blame yourself for this. The global economy is in a terrible state right now. Even the US president is starting to learn from Roosevelt and implement the New Deal. Some countries have even dug up food coupons and industrial supplies vouchers from museums."

"I'm not talking about the economy, I've messed everything up."

The burly old man stubbed out his cigar, picked up the stack of mathematical models, and headed to his next destination. This boy, who had once run barefoot in the slums, was now choosing his own burial plot in advance.

"As atonement, I would rather die at the hands of the people, like Che Guevara."

The Wallfacer's duty brought him back to his senses. Facing his contact of six years, Radiaz silently revealed his true strategic bottom line.

'If I fail, at least I will ensure that the solar system retains its dignity in the explosion.'

(End of this chapter)