I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 148: Chapter 129: Please Listen to a Song 1

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Dr. Sergey is truly deserving of the title of one of the greatest scientists in a thousand years.

He may not be the smartest, but he is certainly the most creative and courageous.

At the same time, he has held the greatest power and resources among all scientists in human history.

A supremely intelligent and extremely insane person, with almost unchecked power at his fingertips, the things he could accomplish are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In the era of his reign, there was no existence of the Executive Council, and no one could restrain him.

During his brief tenure, Sergey attempted many unimaginable and inimitable scientific experiments for posterity.

The Quark Quantum Bomb buried under the ground is the masterpiece of his madness.

The real difficulty is not designing and building a bomb that can be buried in the ground, but completing an encryption algorithm that, even after five hundred years, no one can bypass the triggering mechanism with 100% certainty and crack it.

This became Harrison Clark’s lifesaving straw.

Five minutes later, Harrison Clark finished reading Sergey’s diary alone in the medical cabin, closed it, and returned it to the safe.

After that, Harrison Clark requested a single-person office.

Before walking into the office, he said to the communications officer, “Initiate contact with the military and tell them that they need to choose a representative to have secret communication with me. This communication is crucial and must not be eavesdropped on by a third party. After the communication is over, he will judge for himself what can be said and what cannot be.”

Not too long after, the communications officer replied, “The military refused, saying that at least three representatives need to participate in the negotiation.”

Harrison Clark shrugged, “Then tell them I won’t negotiate, I’ll just blow up the Earth, and we’ll be done with it.”

Of course, Harrison Clark was just bluffing.

His intention was not to blow up the Earth, but he had to reveal to others that he had the ability to do so, exposing some of the methods in the process.

But he could not guarantee that there were no infiltrators within the Executive Council.

This time, he leaked the news.

If the bomb is ultimately detonated prematurely, it must be the result of a problem with the person negotiating with him.

As long as their mind is clear and they care about the survival of humanity, they should know that this terrifying ultimate weapon must not be revealed to more people.

As long as one more person on the other side knows about it, Harrison Clark will not be able to pinpoint who has a problem or whether they all have problems.

Or perhaps the space station could luckily escape under the big explosion, and then these three people would suspect each other or try to shift the blame back to Harrison Clark.

Harrison Clark would not allow such a situation to occur, so he only negotiated with one person.

If the person still exists next time, no matter what position they hold, Harrison Clark would be more cautious and might even nip a potential crisis in the bud.

This was the negotiation skill that Harrison Clark had just learned from Nora Camp: Being cautious is always a good thing.

Not too long after, they sent back a message.

The communications soldier said, “They agreed.”

Harrison Clark nodded, “Then connect communication!”

Ten seconds later, a face was projected into the secret communication channel in front of him.

As expected, it was indeed Executive Council member Mr. Green, of the same clan and skin color as Harrison Clark.

“Hello, Harrison.”

Mr. Green greeted with a smile.

Harrison Clark nodded, “Hello.”

“Our battleships have withdrawn, and you can start your journey.”

Harrison Clark sneered, “Are you kidding me?”

Mr. Green did not answer his question.

The two men had an unspoken understanding.

Harrison Clark didn’t bother to expose it, “I’ll ask you once more, are you sure there’s no third person on your end who can hear our conversation?”

Mr. Green pretended to look left and right, then nodded, “I’m sure.”

“Good, would you like to know the second method of triggering Sergey’s Quark Quantum Bomb?”

Mr. Green frowned, “Is there really a second triggering method?”

“Yes, there is, and I know it.”

Mr. Green was initially taken aback and then quickly sobered, “You really already know?”

Harrison Clark: “Of course.”

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Mr. Green sank into intense mental activity.

He knew very well what this meant.

Before the conversation, he had not expected that the importance of this two-person dialogue would suddenly be elevated to this extent.

It concerned the survival of Earth.

His logic made him instinctively want to seek advice from others, but he immediately reacted that no one could be consulted.

He wanted to say that he didn’t believe it, but logical deduction told him that doing so would have an over 80% chance of angering Harrison Clark.

Harrison Clark was very emotional and extremely dangerous.

He might very well say what he meant.

Harrison Clark anticipated Mr. Green’s behavior.

People who rely too much on logical thinking will enter this state of indecision and incompetence when faced with a situation where logic alone cannot make up their mind and there is no way to consult others to share responsibility.

Harrison Clark even knew the three most frequent words that appeared in Mr. Green’s mind.

They must be, “I don’t believe.”

But he didn’t dare say it.

This was quite ridiculous and funny.

Harrison Clark didn’t care about him and just grabbed a guitar from the side.

The guitar he had just made Martha Owen produce using the Atomic Manufacturing Device.

Mr. Green said, “Don’t play mysterious, it’s a waste of everyone’s time.”

Harrison Clark, with his head down, deftly tuned the strings without answering.

Ten seconds later, after tuning, Harrison Clark plucked the strings gently with a twang, then pressed his fingers down on the fretboard, lowered his head slightly, and glanced up at Mr. Green.

“My life is in your hands, and you can shoot us down from the sky at any time. Would I joke with you? I know you won’t believe it. You’ll think I’m bluffing, but it doesn’t matter; you’ll understand soon enough.”

Harrison Clark’s fingers began to move, testing a few simple notes before stopping abruptly.

Although Mr. Green was puzzled, he did not dare to be careless.

Harrison Clark laughed to himself and said, “Sorry, it’s my first time trying to play the guitar in reverse notation, it’s a little uncomfortable. I should go over it in my head first. Never mind, I’ll play it normally first so Mr. Green can recognize this song.”

Then he truly began to selfishly play the guitar at this delicate moment.

Mr. Green’s confusion lasted only a few more seconds, and then he no longer dared to think it was a joke.

Harrison Clark played the guitar accompaniment part of “Self-Combustion.”

Everyone knows that the English version of “Self-Combustion” created by Carrie Thomas is what prompted Sergey to walk on the path of rebellion!

Each leader in the Executive Council has a compulsory course, which is to study and analyze Dr. Sergey’s life and spiritual state changes, as well as his technological achievements.

Mr. Green had listened to this song no less than a hundred times, and his artistic attainment was quite deep.

After Harrison Clark finished the song, he asked, “Mr. Green, how are my playing skills?”

Mr. Green pondered for a long time.

He really didn’t want to discuss art with Harrison Clark at this moment, but he knew that Harrison Clark wouldn’t have done so without reason.

He said, “A very perfect performance technique, accurate to the point of being impeccable. It’s slightly different from the guitar accompaniment in the Chinese version of “Self-Combustion,” but identical to the guitar accompaniment in the English version. It’s truly breathtaking.”

Harrison Clark chuckled, “You flatter me..”