Zhang Beihai

"Antimatter?"

"What did you want to use antimatter—for?"

"It's part of the plan."

Zhang Qi merely smiled and offered no explanation.

As he spoke, he pushed the hard drive containing the data toward Frederick Taylor.

Taylor's gaze lingered on the chip for several seconds. Then he took a deep breath and did not press further.

If this was Zhang Qi's Wallfacer Project, there was indeed no need for him to explain it.

"Fine, then what do you want me to do?"

"You propose this plan.

Then have the Free Federation take the lead and apply to the PDC, the Planetary Defense Council, for resources. The blueprints, the relevant technologies—

they're all in here."

Zhang Qi explained.

Hearing that, Taylor understood as well.

The Three-Body Crisis had indeed united the nations of the world as never before, but that did not mean the suspicions and rivalries buried deep in history had vanished in an instant.

They had merely been temporarily suppressed by a greater fear, like undercurrents beneath the deep sea.

If every era-defining project—the space fleet, macro-atom research, antimatter factories—came from the same country, then the string called "balance" would break sooner or later.

"Heh—"

Thinking of this, Taylor gave a rather helpless laugh, full of self-mockery.

Human civilization had already been pushed to the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless abyss beneath their feet, yet they were still scheming over who could stand straighter and look more impressive at the cliff's edge.

At that moment, he suddenly understood those people from ET0 a little better—

"Understood."

He reined in all his emotions and put away the hard drive.

At the very least, he had confirmed one thing.

The man before him had not given up.

That was enough.

Taylor rose to his feet, straightened the hem of his