Chapter 94 Evans' Plan_1

A global manhunt for the poisoners of the Adventist Faction began.

Qin Ming learned of this through a combination of the Ding Yi System and Telekinetic Field communication. Aside from Pan Han's poisoning, the rest was not much different from the original plot. It was very likely that Sophon had already abandoned the ETO; otherwise, Pan Han and Evans wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to stage this.

After the paralysis of the Nanocenter, whether the Guzheng Plan could be implemented smoothly was now a big question.

Qin Ming believed that the poisoning incident was not so simple, and it might be covering up something.

With too little information known, he couldn't analyze what Evans's true intentions were.

He had to wait for news from Logic's side before he knew how to respond.

Since joining the Trisolaran Organization, Evans hadn't asked Logic to do anything, and he hadn't shown any other abnormalities. He just exhibited the curiosity of a newcomer to the base, wandering around the ship.

Besides a few mysterious places that were off-limits, he had basically roamed the entire giant ship,

Benefiting from his strong memory after cultivation, he had roughly mapped out the overall structure and layout of the ship in his mind.

The ship was converted from a ten-thousand-ton tanker, with a large inner space like a honeycomb, divided into rooms. People walked through the secreting crisscrossing passages, and without someone to lead or a map to guide, an ordinary person could easily get lost and never find their way out.

While wandering, he hooked up with a foreign girl with a unique flavor on the ship. He strictly played his role without the slightest slackness, because the System told him that the organization might have a 24-hour surveillance method.

He wasn't good at playing others, but playing himself, did he even need to act?

"Comrade Logic, would you like to study English tonight?" The voluptuous blonde leaned against the corridor wall, giving him a sultry look and a radiant smile.

Her hint was too obvious; even a fool like Logic could understand what she meant.

If I don't go to hell, who will?

"Study, of course, I'd like to study."

At night, to show the unique charm of an Eastern Cultivator, Logic exerted great effort, making the people in the next room gnash their teeth.

What the hell, is this even human?

"Comrade Logic, Comrade Evans is looking for you. Please come up to the deck."

The speaker in the room sounded.

If they didn't look for him, he would have wondered if he had been forgotten.

Logic was speechless. He got up, walked out of the room, and following the corridor left and right, he arrived at the deck of the giant ship.

A few people stood at the edge of the spacious deck, including Evans. As he walked over and was about to ask what was going on, he was stunned by what he saw beneath their feet.

It was a sea turtle larger than a grindstone, and it looked severely deformed, especially what was entangled around the center of its shell.

It was a piece of marine debris that looked like a black rubber ring, trapped at the center of the turtle's shell.

It must have been there since the turtle was young, as the rubber ring tightly constricted its waist, making it the thinnest part of its body, making the whole body look like a gourd.

This inevitably reminded him of the square watermelons in Japan, where they would grow to a certain size and then be framed with wood to morph from round to square during development. The difference was, watermelons didn't have nerves or a brain.

In the innocent eyes of the sea turtle, Logic saw pain and despair. If no accident occurred, it would inevitably die because of this rubber ring.

He couldn't bear to look anymore, and his gaze shifted from the deformed sea turtle to Evans.

"You must have seen it by now—this is the destruction that humanity has caused to nature; can you imagine its pain?"

Evans said while struggling to cut a rubber band with a pair of scissors.

"All around the world, such things have been happening nonstop, and yet people are clueless about it, feeling no guilt for what they have done."

Logic saw hatred and pity on their faces—hatred toward humans and pity for the sea turtles.

Someone agreed, "We don't know what alien civilizations are like, but we know humanity!"

Evans looked around at the people gathered and repeated a line he had said countless times before:

"Our dream is to ask the Trisolaran civilization to reform the human civilization, to curb the madness and evil of humanity, and make Earth harmonious and prosperous once again, a world without sin. More and more people are recognizing our ideals, and our organization is rapidly expanding, with members all over the world."

"What can I do?" Logic nodded.

"You will lead us in cultivation, teach us to become the strongest cultivators! Give us the ability to defend ourselves, even fight back, against the madness and evil of humans, preparing better for the arrival of the Trisolaran civilization!"

Logic was silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded, "I'll do my best."

Evans raised a fist high and shouted to the crowd, "Destroy the human tyranny!"

Along with the sound of the waves and the screeching of the seagulls, the Trisolaran Warriors shouted in unison, "The world belongs to the Three-Body!"

That night, Evans stood at the bow of "Judgment Day," and the Pacific Ocean beneath the starry sky flowed by like a vast expanse of black satin. Standing next to him was a tall European Caucasian, his confidant and the second leader of the Adventists.

"Chief, everything is proceeding smoothly according to plan. Ye Wenjie has been captured, the Redemptionists within our organization have been uprooted, and Pan Han has leaked information to purge those within the organization worldwide who were not firmly committed with the help of the military," the man reported.

"The ones left are the most steadfast comrades. They have all gone into hiding as you instructed, ready to act on our subsequent commands at any moment."

"How much longer until we reach that place?"

"Three days," the European Caucasian answered.

Evans smiled:

"Very well, in three days we will step onto the world stage and let all of humanity know the might of the Trisolaran Warriors."

"By then, no one will be able to destroy us, nor will anyone be able to stop us."

"Yes, Chief."

The European Caucasian, his blood boiling with excitement about the future, suddenly thought of a question:

"That newcomer from Huaxia, do you really believe he's a cultivator?"

"From a powerless scholar to his current non-human form, whether he is or isn't, as long as he's useful to us, that's enough," Evans responded.

"Even if he's not a cultivator, his physique is beyond that of an ordinary person. He might possess some kind of magical training method. The East has ancient martial arts that could be of great help to our comrades' future actions. After three days, we will be the most formidable force on Earth."

The man in the suit left, and Evans gazed into the dark sky, seeing nothing before him, but he knew that his Lord was watching over him.

"Lord, I will prove my loyalty to you."

At that moment, he stood at the stern, a look of loneliness in his eyes, watching the snow-white wake of "Judgment Day" extend into the misty night, like the flow of time.

The great ship traveled across the Atlantic, following the predetermined route.