The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

However, this same man was the mastermind behind the plot to assassinate his father, and George Anderson Ford played a significant role in the CIA's defection.

"Why?" Exhausted Old Ford forced a mocking smile at Lin Feng and said, "Of course, it's to make sure that the right people become Wallfacers. You're not suitable to be a Wallfacer at all."

Lin Feng nodded in deep agreement and asked in return, "Then who is suitable?"

“Anything but you! You don’t act like a Wallfacer at all!” Old Ford shouted.

Lin Feng asked without changing his expression, "What should a Wallfacer truly be like? A master strategist? A decisive victor? Or someone who can scare the Trisolarans so much that they run back to the Trisolaran system with just a single sentence? Can you tell me? I'm very curious about what this 'Wallfacer' you're talking about is really like."

"My dad? Radiaz? Hines? Luo Ji? Or you?"

Old Ford stared at Lin Feng's face, his expression gradually turning ferocious.

"At least I'm not a loser like you who got breached twice by ETO!"

Breaking the wall? What a joke. How could it be broken without a wall? Lin Feng sighed inwardly. He was being "broken the wall" just to make a scapegoat for his own people hiding in ETO.

But this kind of thing can't be explained now, because the Sophons are monitoring all of humanity in real time.

“I admit that the ETO broke through my Wallfacer barrier, but so what? I have other plans.” Lin Feng shrugged and countered, “But what about you? After I lost my Wallfacer qualification, you didn’t even have a thought on who to choose as the Wallfacer. How can you deal with the Trisolaran fleet centuries from now?”

Old Ford, still defiant, replied, "Anyone can do it better than you..."

"Stop pretending, aren't you tired? You're about to die and you still don't dare to tell the truth. Isn't it pathetic to live like this?"

Lin Feng rudely interrupted Old Ford, his gaze meeting Old Ford's cold eyes.

In an instant, Old Ford felt as if he had been seen through.

Lin Feng asked, "You're putting on this righteous act, do you think anyone would hear you and risk coming to save you?"

“I’m telling you, it’s impossible. If you’re executed as an ETO member, even your own children will despise you. Saving you would be like standing against humanity. Who would save you besides the ETO?”

"We're not all innocent newborn babies; there's no need to tell such a stupid lie that only a fool would believe."

"Replace the Wallfacer? Who will be replaced? Is it you?"

"Your term as vice president will end in a few months. Don't you have anything to say about that?"

A series of questions made Old Ford's face even more gloomy. He didn't speak and remained silent.

Lin Feng said, "The Wallfacers have great power, almost like a dictatorship. They are only controlled by the PDC, and can do almost anything they want with just a sentence like 'This is part of the plan'."

"But have you thought about centuries from now? You usurped this power just for your own enjoyment. What will happen to humanity centuries from now? Will they face the Trisolarans without any preparation?"

Having learned the whole story from the information obtained from Suzumiya, Lin Feng felt anger and disappointment with human nature.

Although he never had any hope for human nature, he never imagined he would fall to such a low point.

"Who cares about them!"

Perhaps knowing that no amount of pretense would be of any use, former Vice President Ford roared at Lin Feng with a ferocious expression.

"That's centuries from now!"

"Hundreds of years! My grandson won't even live to see that time! Why should I care about a group of people who haven't even been born yet, whether they live or die?"

"You really think humanity can defeat the Trisolarans? What makes you think you can? The Trisolarans only launched a few protons and locked down humanity's technology. Do you think humanity has any chance of survival when the Trisolaran fleet arrives? What makes you think you can?"

Old Ford roared, his voice strong and clear, unlike his previous weakness, as if he were a lion suddenly attacking its prey.

"I don't care what happens after I die"—that was Vice President Ford's thinking. What did it matter to him what happened hundreds of years later? So what if humanity couldn't defeat the Trisolarans? He would be long dead by then. Would the Trisolarans be so neurotic as to resurrect him and kill him again?

At that time, his most cherished son would not be alive either, and might even be able to enjoy his old age in peace. Hundreds of years later, five or six generations later, who would remember him, George Anderson Ford? Why should he care about the life and death of a group of people who don't even remember who he is?

A sense of mission? Glory? Sorry, but Ford saw these things as meaningless psychological comforts, and as a politician, he never valued them.

Lin Feng asked coldly, "So you just want to throw caution to the wind and enjoy yourself while you can?"

Old Ford scoffed, retorting, "Reaching the pinnacle of power is my lifelong dream. What's wrong with striving for my lifelong dream? Tell me, what's wrong with me? Why should I give up readily available power for a crisis centuries from now?"

"Trisolaran invasion? I'd be dead by then! A pile of dirt trampled underfoot by everyone! Why should I care about a Trisolaran invasion? What can the Trisolarans do to a dead man?"

Lin Feng asked again, "Don't you care about the bloodline your son will leave behind?"

After venting his frustrations, Old Ford calmed down and asked a question in return.

"Do I care if the bloodline will survive centuries from now? Do I care if humanity will be able to defeat the Trisolarans by then? Or will the Trisolarans obediently retreat to their star system?"

"Like you said, none of us are innocent newborn babies anymore, let's be realistic."

This time, Lin Feng didn't say anything more, and Old Ford didn't say another word either. The interrogation room was unusually quiet.

A moment later, Lin Feng got up and left. As he opened the interrogation room door, he turned back to look at Old Ford.

"Old Ford, maybe you think humanity is beyond saving, but I've never thought that way."

Lin Feng, who had read the original novel, knew that the Trisolaran fleet, several centuries later, would abandon its attack on the solar system due to Luo Ji's Dark Forest theory.

But Lin Feng couldn't say these things. The Dark Forest Deterrence is very complex and special. Apart from Luo Ji, it's really questionable whether the Dark Forest Deterrence would be effective for others. It's necessary to consider the Swordholder, people's hearts, and whether the Trisolarans are deterred.

Furthermore, before the deterrent is established, no one can know about it, as humanity would not agree to it. Why didn't Luo Ji directly announce the Dark Forest Law after the Doomsday Battle, but instead announced it after the arrangements were completed?

It's because if humans had known in advance that Luo Ji's fate would have been just like Rediaz, who was killed by a rock.

This is why Lin Feng did not publish the Dark Forest Theory; he did not believe he could compare to Luo Ji.

Maintaining mental tension for decades in an empty room to deter the Trisolarans? What a joke! This isn't some Swordholder, this is Superman!

Black Forest deterrence is no easy task. Lin Feng recalled how many people in his previous life said that Black Forest deterrence was so simple, and that he could do it too.

Many people think they are Luo Ji, but in reality, they are all Cheng Xin!

Chapter 43 What? They're not hibernating anymore?

Seeing Old Ford lost in thought, Lin Feng shook his head and left the interrogation room.

Once outside the interrogation room, Lin Feng made a throat-slitting gesture to the accompanying agents.

"I was worried that I might kill the wrong person, but now I have nothing to hesitate about."

The agent didn't say much, just nodded silently.

Those who commit murder should be prepared to be killed themselves. If Old Ford had only seized power, Lin Feng wouldn't have gone to such extremes. But since Old Ford wanted to kill his family, he would have to pay the price.

Sitting in his own car, Lin Feng kept picturing the roaring Ford engine in his mind.

Lin Feng was no stranger to complete losers. Standing tall and looking far, could these human elites not see the future of human civilization?

It's visible, and very clear, but so what?

Unable to win, the desperate human elite either resign themselves to their fate and choose a life of debauchery, like Old Ford, or they choose to flee in despair, like Zhang Beihai.

Human nature is such a troublesome thing...

Wait, ideas!

Lin Feng suddenly remembered something and abruptly sat up.

"I almost forgot about that question."

Effeminate culture!

The mainstream culture of the future human world!

This is a big problem!

……

In the Three-Body Problem game world, Mozi and King Arthur sit on two scorching hot rocks.

"Mozi, you have failed. Feng Taylor did not lose the right to be a Wallfacer as you wished," King Arthur mocked.

"Impossible! He has no reason to have sensed it! All his defenses are against us, not against humans! My plan should be perfect!"

Mozi angrily slammed his fist on the stone beside him.

"Yes, there's really no reason to have noticed it; it can only be described as a coincidence."

King Arthur, unusually, did not argue with Mozi on this issue and agreed with his views.

"Chance...Do you believe in chance?" Mozi asked.

King Arthur shook his head and replied, "Chance, literally, means something that doesn't happen often. That's what makes it chance. If it happens frequently, then it can't be called 'chance'..."

“My thoughts are the same as yours,” Mozi said.

“If that ‘nail’ in the organization isn’t removed, we’ll never be able to kill Feng Taylor.”

……

Several months later, while Lin Feng was pondering how to solve the problem of effeminate culture among future humans, he received a message from the agent.

"Have the Wallfacers, Radiaz and Hines, gone into hibernation?"

Lin Feng asked, and the agent nodded.

"Yes, they will awaken in twenty years, when integrated circuits and von Neumann architecture computers have reached their limits."

"Furthermore, please make sure to attend the next Wallfacer hearing. Refusing to attend the hearing should not be considered part of the Wallfacer program. The PDC's rights supersede the Wallfacer program."

The agent's statement came from a notification from the United Nations.

"I see."

Lin Feng waved for the agents to leave, then leaned against the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought.

"Hibernation..."

In the original story, Radiaz hibernated several decades into the future, which was also the time when the Wallbreaker broke through his wall.

Lin Feng's mind conjured up the image of the brown-skinned, stocky Venezuelan president, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

He was a hero who sacrificed himself for all mankind, but in the end, he died under the stones thrown by his own people.

After hesitating for a long time, Lin Feng stood up.

"Let's go see him."

……

When Lin Feng visited Radiáz, he didn't receive a very warm welcome. Radiáz was wearing a white bathrobe and sat opposite Lin Feng.

The curtains in the room were drawn, Regiaz

"Why did you suddenly come to find me? Are you here to ask for the mathematical model of the stellar nuclear bomb as well?"