The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

"Burn him! Use a slow fire!"

"No! Use the torture device!"

"Tear them apart by chariots!"

The ETO members all participated in Lin Feng's bounty, each writing no fewer than fifty emails, because at that time, they believed that Lin Feng was in a hurry to hide his weaknesses.

Everyone knew that they had misjudged once again, and that the entire organization had been outmaneuvered by Lin Feng; therefore, they were merely in a state of impotent rage.

The funniest thing is that they fooled the entire organization without Lin Feng even knowing they existed.

This is unacceptable to most ETO members; the author is merely an outlet for their anger.

After a while, someone stepped forward and stopped the agitated ETO members.

"Everyone, stop for a moment."

"Hu Hai, are you planning to side with him? If it weren't for that email he sent to Feng Taylor, humanity would never have taken gravitational waves seriously until now."

ETO executives focused their attention on those who stepped forward.

Hu Hai explained, "In fact, the one who played a leading role was Feng Taylor. After reading other people's emails, Feng Taylor could also make connections to gravitational waves. He was not the inevitable factor that caused all of this; Feng Taylor was."

“Maple Taylor is still looking at all kinds of emails, with trillions of unread emails.”

These words calmed the excited ETO members down, and Hu Hai brought up the issue that the ETO members were most worried about.

"So what do we do next? Just sit by and watch Feng Taylor continue like this?" someone asked, dissatisfied.

If we want to stop them from venting their anger, we must provide a way to prevent the situation from getting worse.

Hu Hai said, "Feng Taylor is a big problem, but not one that we need to solve immediately. He has only shown humanity the way; whether humanity can follow through is another matter."

"To be honest, I've always believed that the organization has been making mistakes from the very beginning regarding Feng Taylor, focusing too much energy on him, and always thinking of eliminating Feng Taylor through assassination, breaking through barriers, and other means, in order to defeat humanity," Hu Hai said.

"What's wrong with ETO dealing with the Wallfacers?" an ETO executive asked, somewhat dissatisfied.

The higher-ups felt that Hu Hai was attacking them.

Hu Hai said, “There is nothing wrong with dealing with the Wallfacers. The organization is the enemy of mankind, while the Wallfacers are the core of mankind’s strategy. They have unique vision and wisdom. They are the elite of mankind and the vanguard in the fight against the Trisolarans.”

"However, before dealing with the Wallfacers, everyone should understand one thing: the organization's real enemy is all of humanity, not just the Wallfacers. Focusing too much on the Wallfacers and neglecting the real enemy, all of humanity, is an extremely serious strategic mistake."

Hu Hai emphasized who the organization's real enemy was.

"If the higher-ups hadn't chosen to live in seclusion, what right would you have to spout nonsense here now?"

Among the ETO members, one sneered and asked, "Challenging the authority of the higher-ups requires sufficient prestige. Hu Hai currently has nothing that can convince the organization."

Hu Hai said, “Seclusion is the right thing to do. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it. What I’m trying to say is that the organization’s real enemy is all of humanity. We should start from the perspective of all of humanity and not limit our perspective to just one person, Feng Taylor.”

Hu Hai glanced at the writer beside him and continued, "The reward for this bounty is one hundred billion US dollars and a small space city. The organization should accept it and use it to infiltrate the organization's influence into space."

"So what if we infiltrate space? Help humanity build space infrastructure?"

At the table, an ETO member asked a sarcastic question, which elicited a burst of laughter.

Hu Hai was unmoved by their sarcasm. He firmly said, "No, my plan is for the organization to secretly develop a space fleet belonging to ETO and wage war against humanity."

In an instant, everyone's expression froze, including those who had been mocking them.

Go to war?

Organizing a space fleet?

ETO executives have taken Hu Hai to an even higher level of importance.

“Be more specific,” said an ETO executive.

Hu Hai explained: "Space is vast. The solar system alone is ridiculously large, and there are many places where we can organize and develop our own space fleet."

Mozi shook his head. "What you're saying is completely unrealistic. The entire solar system is under human surveillance. Half a century ago, humanity sensed the existence of a private space army and set up a surveillance network covering the entire solar system. Whether you destroy this surveillance network or not, it will attract human attention."

Hu Hai picked up where Mozi left off, "To correct you, it's not the entire solar system, but only extends to Neptune's orbit. There are no surveillance networks deployed in the Kuiper Belt's asteroid belt."

"A human industrial fleet has set sail for the Kuiper Belt. They are the first, but not the last. After more than a year of sailing, this industrial fleet will complete its deep space voyage, arrive at the Kuiper Belt, and transmit the navigation data back to human society. Other industrial fleets will gradually set off for the Kuiper Belt."

When Hu Hai mentioned the Kuiper Belt, Mozi, King Wen of Zhou, Bohr, and other veteran figures of ETO all had their eyes light up.

This means that Hu Hai's vision now has a material basis.

Hu Hai continued, "It is much more vast than the solar system. Everything there is unknown and it is far removed from the surveillance of the human world. The organization grows there, using cloning technology to multiply its personnel and using thought imprints to ensure loyalty to the organization. After developing a fleet, it seizes control of the Kuiper Belt and finally launches a counterattack from the outside in, returning to the inner solar system."

"By seizing control of planets one by one, we will force humanity back to Earth."

"Even if we ultimately fail, because of the war, humanity will waste a lot of time and resources. When the future Lord's fleet arrives in the solar system, humanity, having wasted so much time and resources, will have no resources and no technology, and naturally will not be able to win the future war."

Hu Hai suggested that ETO suppress humanity by instigating a civil war, thus depleting humanity's strategic resources and development time. They did not need to win; they only needed to prolong the civil war as much as possible, forcing humanity to be unable to develop and grow peacefully within the solar system.

In this way, when the Trisolaran fleet arrives in the solar system in the future, it will be facing a human civilization that is unable to make adequate preparations and fully develop due to civil war.

Chapter 130 We really can't take it anymore

After the virtual war exercise following the Trisolaran fleet's acquisition of gravitational wave technology, another virtual war exercise began. The outcome of the war was undoubtedly a victory for the Trisolaran fleet, with the human fleet being completely crushed. This was something no one was surprised by.

However, unlike previous virtual war exercises, this one ended very quickly.

How fast?

As soon as everyone logged into the game, and the virtual war exercise began, the human fleet collectively withdrew, breaking the record for the fastest defeat in the history of virtual war exercises.

As soon as the virtual war exercise began, the Trisolaran fleet launched a new type of projectile that combined a near-light-speed projectile with an antimatter bomb.

The design of near-light-speed projectiles is combined with antimatter bombs that detonate celestial bodies.

It's the size of five warships, yet it's impossible to intercept because it can reach 70% of the speed of light.

This kind of exploding star projectile comes into contact with the sun and detonates. The resulting miniature black hole devours stellar matter, disrupts the sun's material balance, and consequently releases the entire sun's energy.

With overwhelming force, they wiped out the human fleet in one fell swoop.

The human fleet has no way to evade it. Acceleration takes time, while the energy released by a star explosion travels at the speed of light, covering a distance of one astronomical unit in just eight minutes.

The Trisolaran fleet then deployed a blackout, just like in the previous virtual war exercise, and blocked the star's explosion.

From the perspective of the human fleet, all of this was cheating; the virtual war had become so blatant that it was impossible to fight.

The space force was alright, but the players' rationality snapped immediately after the virtual war exercise ended.

Not only did we lose this time, but we also broke the historical record for every virtual war exercise. How can we tolerate this?

Imagine if, in future history books, your name was prominently featured in the human fleet during the fastest virtual war exercise. Wouldn't that make you want to vomit blood?

Of course, this is not actually the case. Both Lin Feng and the Space Force will protect the reputation of participants in the virtual war exercise and will not allow such a thing to happen.

But players can't help but think in this direction; the gaming industry always likes to create rankings and assign places.

Thus, the scene of the players storming the director's office unfolded.

The virtual login platform of the Director's Office brings together all kinds of player groups.

Their clothes were all kinds of strange, some were punk, some were non-mainstream, and some didn't even look like human beings at first glance, but they were very uniform.

"Directors' Office, open the door!"

"You have the guts to favor the Trisolaran fleet and blatantly cheat there, so why don't you open the door!"

"Isn't this going too far? This time you started by detonating the sun, wiping everyone out in one go. How are we supposed to fight like this? Your boss's AOE covers the entire map and deals 100% damage? Do you know that if other games dared to do this, they would be cyberbullied in no time? You'd be so badly criticized that you wouldn't even recognize your own mother!"

"Come out here! If you keep giving us the cold shoulder, don't blame us for bombarding you with information! You don't really think we don't have the means to punish you, do you?"

The players were clamoring and determined to get justice for their defeat in this virtual war.

What game makes the difficulty level this high?

As soon as we entered, the boss unleashed its ultimate attack, dealing massive AOE damage to the entire field. Not only was the damage high, but it also couldn't be interrupted or defended against.

If a typical game dared to do this, the game's planner and his entire family would be cursed by players millions of times over.

"Stop bombing! Stop bombing! Let's talk this out! Let's talk this out!"

People from the directing department appeared on the login platform.

Upon seeing the newcomer, many players widened their eyes and stared at the person with their mouths agape in astonishment.

It's no wonder they reacted this way, because they know many of the people in the directing department.

"It's you?! The lazy bum gazing at the stars at a 45-degree angle!"

"Wow! You actually joined the directing department?!"

In the previous virtual war exercise, players sarcastically criticized the directing team.

To the players' utter surprise, the player they were joking about actually got a job in the director's department!

It's not that they're too slow-witted, it's that the world is changing too fast!

"Well... it's possible that our chat history was seen by someone in the Space Force's higher-ups. After the last virtual war ended, we received a job offer from the directing department, hahaha..."

The salted fish, gazing at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle, scratched his head and chuckled at the players gathered around the login platform.

Just as the salted fish, gazing at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle, was bracing himself for the players' angry attacks, the players' subsequent reactions surprised him.

"Salted Fish Boss! I'm sticking with your coattails!"

"Forget about those guys. Next time we have a virtual war exercise, could you give our fleet some special training? From now on, we'll be your underlings!"

The commander of the Waaaaa fleet shamelessly rushed up and hugged the leg of the lazy fish gazing at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle, then pointed at the others with a look of disgust.

The commander of the fleet to which the salted fish, who was gazing at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle, belonged, Bai Ye Wuhen, with a gloomy face, kicked the shameless commander of the waaaaa fleet away.

"Get out of here. Salty Fish is one of our fleet's men. Who gives you the right to point fingers like that? Do you think I'm dead? You dare to poach our members like this?"

After glaring angrily at the somewhat disheveled commander of the waaaaa fleet, Bai Ye Wuhen immediately changed his expression and looked very attentively at the salty fish gazing at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle.

"Salted Fish, we're brothers, right?"

"Now that you've risen to prominence, you can't forget the others in the fleet. Forget about those unrelated guys, but giving your fleet a little extra treatment isn't too much to ask, is it?"

"At least don't get wiped out right at the start, okay? I'm begging you, boss. This record is terrible. None of the guys in the entire fleet dare to mention that they're players participating in the virtual war when they go out."

The corner of the salted fish's mouth twitched slightly as he gazed at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle. Of course, he knew all this, as he had also participated in this virtual war exercise.

But the directing department also follows orders, and he was just a newcomer who had just joined the directing department, a nobody who did things for the leaders.

"Well... Boss, this isn't something I can decide. The directing department has no right to demand that the Trisolaran fleet adopt any strategy or tactics in combat..." The salted fish, gazing at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle, looked troubled.