Chapter 1130: Destroy Star Link

No.

Unexpectedly, Chu An gently shook their head and began to explain.

Logically, Xuan Haicheng could self-discharge to act as a battery, but his stable structure would definitely run into problems.

Or put another way, even if used as a battery, it would instantly become an unstable energy body of extremely high intensity.

I sent him up purely hoping he could go to the space station to take a look.

He likewise doesn't need to breathe or eat, ignores obstacles, and moves freely. No one is more suited for reconnaissance than him.

Lin An's expression froze upon hearing this, but under his super-fast thinking he instantly grasped Chu An's idea.

Are you trying to find the astronauts inside the space station? Do you want to obtain firsthand infection data?

Chu An gently nodded, while the others looked completely bewildered.

Correct.

If we ask which lifeform first came into contact with the zombie virus worldwide, there's no doubt it's the astronauts inside the space station. The premise is that the solar virus theory is correct.

Therefore, to verify this hypothesis, he must send a 'person' to have a look.

After finalizing the departing personnel, Chu An shifted the topic back to the satellite.

'This time controlling the satellite isn't just to help us better monitor zombie tides, mutants, and regional events; in fact, we can also make a big profit.'

As the words fell, everyone in the meeting room looked bewildered.

How can launching rockets make money? By painting another country's flag on the rocket or catching a free ride? Just like the Huaxia War Zone used to extort Saudi Arabia before?

Having grown accustomed to Chu An constantly throwing out all kinds of wild ideas, they had given up thinking and just waited for Chu An to explain.

Just after Chu An finished speaking, Lin An raised his eyebrows, yet still only he understood Chu An's meaning.

'Do you want to sell the satellite's real-time images? Or sell early-warning information?'

'Once a region suffers a disaster or shows signs of a large-scale special event or zombie tide, we just sell the information to them?'

Not a bad idea.

Take the Soviet War Zone as an example. If they had known early that the Red Tower kept producing monsters, they would have immediately dumped nuclear bombs in there; the researcher zombies might not have had time to dig deep pits, let alone produce so many mutants.

Tearing open an energy bar, Chu An ate while nodding.

'That's right.'

'The satellite flies globally, which means that often the areas it monitors do not belong to Huaxia. Leaving it idle like this is too wasteful.'

'Selling early-warning information—this kind of life-saving information—no one would begrudge spending money on it.'

As the words fell, everyone in the meeting room couldn't help but glance at each other, feeling that this idea was truly quite novel.

Just then, Gao Tian, who had been silently learning the two's line of thought, suddenly spoke up, posing the question:

'Colonel Chu, what if they don't buy?'

'I mean, if the direction of the disaster or zombie tide's movement isn't near those wealthy major powers, why would their High Level buy it?'

'Besides, look at the Huaxia War Zone—so many places have zombie tides moving, and even our Faction: Long An wouldn't bother. After all, the dead aren't ourselves. Even the authorities might not care, since they're the ones paying while the benefits go to others. Not to mention those overseas war zones, where the authorities' sense of responsibility is far worse than that of the Huaxia War Zone!'

Gao Tian finished speaking, and Lin An nodded approvingly.

Human nature is indeed like that.

But this problem is actually not hard to solve—at least he thought of it as soon as Gao Tian finished speaking. Without surprise, Chu An already had a plan.

Without needing Colonel Chu to give a plan, Lin An calmly spoke:

'Very simple.'

'Force them to buy.'

'Use public opinion, use their Survivors to force them to buy!'

'We will openly launch the satellite, openly tell the world we have regained monitoring capability, able to promptly help each 'innocent' Survivor stay alive and avoid zombie tide attacks. The cost is merely some supplies—not much for a faction.'

'At that point, if any gathering site suffers heavy casualties under a zombie tide attack, the survivors who stay alive will regard their authorities as enemies! Those who lose loved ones and suffer heavy losses will regard all major factions as murderers!'

'They will believe that the death of their loved ones, the fall of their Safe Zone, is entirely due to those stingy, hypocritical high-level officials!'

Lin An gave a light laugh, shook his head:

'By then, if the war zone countries still want to command them in the name of the authorities and military, it will be nothing short of a dream.'

'Before the satellite, they could claim ignorance and say they didn't have time to rescue. But afterwards, that would be refusing to save those facing death!'

'Furthermore, once countries are forced to buy the information and it becomes a habit, we can even fabricate false information ourselves.'

'Misinformation, fraud, enticement...'

'With just this move, we could invisibly control a war zone's situation, and even directly destroy it—not impossible.'

Information warfare is not exactly something novel.

As Lin An finished speaking, the meeting room suddenly fell into an eerie silence. For a group of researchers buried in their work, hearing this left them stunned, feeling a chill run up their heads. They had never imagined that behind a satellite launch lay so much.

And Gao Tian, who had been pleased to have spotted the problem, now couldn't help but wryly smile.

Why does he always feel that, in front of Lin An and Colonel Chu, his thoughts are still so simple...

'That's right.'

Chu An softly spoke up, breaking the silence, and meanwhile threw out a new idea:

'Before the launch, I plan to contact the American War Zone.'

'Lin An, you should still have some prestige, right? Exchange a few international communication Props; I need to talk to their High Level.'

'To achieve this goal and do even better, I intend to ask them for Star Link!'

'As long as we control a central satellite and obtain their decryption commands, theoretically we can simultaneously control all satellites.'

'The Star Link Plan, combined with their existing satellite network, provides coverage of 62777 satellites, enough for us to dominate global information.'

'Furthermore, once we have the capability to mass-produce rocket launches later, I plan to install a Spiritual Energy Nuclear Bomb on each orbital satellite, aiming for a global nuclear strike!'

Under the successive shocks of the news, everyone couldn't help but zone out a bit.

All loaded with spirit energy nuclear bombs!?

It's hard to imagine, what a terrifying scene that would be. According to Chu An's conception, once this plan is realized, it would be simply too terrifying.

He smiled, not caring at all.

Chu An threw the empty plastic bag into the trash can, as if saying it was just a mundane thing:

Spirit energy nuclear bombs are small in volume and light in weight; mounting them on satellites is not difficult. If they could be made even smaller, it wouldn't be impossible to hang seven or eight on a single satellite.

Actually, this kind of plan isn't special; before the apocalypse, several major powers had already built nuclear missile platforms in outer space.

As long as the satellite detects a region where a mutant suspected of about to reach the third rank appears, we just lock on and bomb. Nipping the crisis in the bud is crucial for fighting the apocalypse.

Of course, we can also bomb people.

Glug.

Nervously swallowing his saliva, as a researcher of ballistic missiles, he cautiously asked his question with some trepidation:

But... what if they refuse to hand over the Star Link... for a country...

It seemed they had already anticipated someone would ask this question.

Chu An turned his head, looking at the researcher whose forehead was beginning to sweat, and Xi spoke:

So this time I plan to bring the orbital cannon along as well.

If they don't agree, then we'll just blow them up.