516: Chapter 515 A High-Stakes Gamble! Becoming the True Spokesperson for the Three-Body Problem on Earth!

"My new plan is to use this opportunity to package our eighteen Saints as top geniuses in various fields and enter Huaxia."

516: Chapter 515 A High-Stakes Gamble! Becoming the True Spokesperson for the Three-Body Problem on Earth!

"My new plan is to use this opportunity to package our eighteen Saints as top geniuses in various fields and enter Huaxia."

Smith's eyes flickered with light.

"Once they successfully enter Huaxia and qualify to participate in their core projects, the core of our plan will be activated."

"This core is the Seventeenth Saint, Illusion Lady."

"Her mind control ability, while unable to directly control someone with a strong will like Lin Mo, is fatal for those high-ranking officials, scientists, and engineers who are not at the absolute core."

"We don't need to rush to assassinate Lin Mo; that would be too foolish."

"What we need to do is silently plant our viral cells inside the body of Huaxia."

Smith's voice dropped lower, carrying a cold cruelty.

"Through Illusion Lady, control one, and through that one, influence ten. Build a secret intelligence and execution network from top to bottom, covering every key department in Huaxia."

"The strongest fortresses are always breached from within. What we must do is not blow up this fortress with explosives, but let every one of its bricks be unknowingly corroded and replaced by us."

"What we need to do is chronic erosion. By the time the people of Huaxia notice something is wrong, their entire decision-making system and social foundation will have rotted through. At that point, we just need a gentle push, and this seemingly indestructible tower will collapse."

After Smith finished explaining his plan, the entire room fell into a dead silence.

He waited nervously, fine beads of sweat already seeping from his palms.

This was not just a new plan; it was his huge gamble.

He had bet the entire Earth-Trisolaris Organization, along with his own life and fortune, on it.

This plan.

It would allow the Earth-Trisolaris Organization, and himself, to transform from a piece that could be discarded at any time into a chess player with long-term strategic value to the Trisolaran Civilization.

Time passed minute by minute, every second feeling as long as a century.

Just as Smith was about to break, a line of cold text finally slowly emerged on the light screen.

[Awaiting judgment.]

Then, the light screen vanished silently, just as it had appeared.

Smith's body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He gasped for air, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

Waiting...

Waiting again.

He didn't know what the result of this judgment would be.

If successful, he would become the true spokesperson for the Trisolaran Civilization on Earth.

If he failed, he and his Sanctuary might be completely erased.

...

Four light-years away.

Trisolaran Central Fleet.

Flagship.

The command hall was dim, with only the golden beam leading to the Supercomputing Center pulsing silently in the center.

The figures of the thirty-three Executives were silent as mercury, completely hidden in the darkness.

The past golden glow of communication, like flowing water, had stopped; the entire space was terrifyingly silent.

Suddenly, a golden ball of light composed of thoughts separated from the Chief Executive and instantly spread to every Executive present.

[The 1847th deduction has ended.]

[Final calculation results have been generated.]

Almost at the same time, all the Executives received that cold, unacceptable deduction report in their consciousness.

The true success rate of the "Human Extinction Project" had plummeted from 75.6% to 13.4%.

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