"You'll regret this—"
After saying that, Shen Yufei hung up directly, leaving only a string of short, piercing beeps.
"Heh."
Zhang Qi shook his head and casually tossed the phone onto the sofa.
Things like Sophons were indeed top-tier when it came to stealing intelligence and pulling petty tricks. Like omnipresent ghosts, they could peek at your diary, tamper with your experimental data, and even project a countdown directly onto your retina.
But that was all they could do.
They could not pick up an AK-47, put it to your head, and pull the trigger. Nor could they lift so much as a stone in the macroscopic world.
And this was China, not that Free Federation where guns ran rampant and individual heroism was in vogue.
ETO, the so-called Earth-Trisolaris Organization, had quite limited resources it could mobilize here, as well as limited actions it could take.
Planning an assassination targeting a top scientist here was far more difficult than kidnapping the presidents of a few small countries.
The question now was how to make this game proceed along the squares he had envisioned.
The existence of the Sophons was a problem.
They were like opponents with the entire map revealed to them. Every secret on Earth was meaningless before them.
They had to be dealt with, but not through simple, brutal physical destruction.
That would only drive those neighbors already on their way, four light-years away, into a desperate frenzy.
In a moment of despair, they might broadcast the coordinates of the Solar System to the universe, revealing the location of this dark forest to every passing "hunter."
At humanity's current technological level, it would be difficult to withstand a superweapon on the level of a Dual-Vector Foil.
Besides, if the threat of the Trisolarans was resolved too easily,