Chapter 34 Taylor’s Wall Breaker

10 days later, United States, Washington, D.C., Taylor Residence

Because he has never been able to find an army that he wants, Taylor is now becoming more and more anxious and often breaks out at others.

He could only feel the tranquility of his soul every day when he watched the macroatomic nuclei imprisoned by the magnetic field dancing in a hypnotic and eternal dance at the Maryland Macroatomic Bank.

Nowadays, mankind is accelerating its progress into space, but for Taylor, this is not enough, because large-scale experiments of macroatomic fusion can only be carried out in space.

So Taylor can only wait these days, running between his home and the Maryland Macro Atom Repository every day, hoping for a breakthrough in Say's radiation-driven spacecraft.

But something different happened today. The US Secret Service agent responsible for protecting him told him a message: "Mr. Taylor, there is someone outside who wants to see you."

"Can't you see I'm very busy? Let this guy make an appointment first," Taylor yelled at the Secret Service agent.

"But Mr. Taylor, he insisted on seeing you and said that if he didn't see you, he would set up a tent at the door and wait for you." The Secret Service agent said helplessly.

"He's still waiting at the door and won't leave?!"

"Yes, if he stays at the door all the time, it will not be good for the reputation of our country's authorities. It will remind people of the authoritarian nature of the Wallfacer. Mr. President suggests that you should be more close to the people."

"Okay, okay, let this idiot come in." Taylor waved his hand impatiently and threw the tablet with the ball lightning data chart on the sofa.

"Wallfacer Frederick Taylor, I am your wallbreaker." The Asian man smiled.

Taylor knew that this was most likely not the other person's real name, because there seemed to be no people with short surnames in East Asia, and the name of the wall-breaker was actually not important.

This is the kind of person that Taylor looks down upon the most, because in his eyes, people who can only talk nonsense are spineless dogs.

This visitor was obese, had a greasy face, and had long hair.

After getting Taylor's permission, the Secret Service agent let a fat Asian man in, who was the one who insisted on coming in.

Because of their lack of thinking, they can only try their best to show their loyalty in front of others, and even show their shame to express their attitude, but they will be regarded as clowns throughout their lives.

But when he thought that the world he wanted to save was filled with such people, he felt a sense of boredom.

"Although the Lord will never see such an insect like me, it is better to be loyal to the omnipotent Lord than to flatter an insect who is no different from me."

"If you think so, you can ask people to arrest me now, but you know what I am going to say today will be released on the "Breakdown Project" website tomorrow or even tonight."

"Okay Mr. Taylor, the reason why I came for revenge is actually not important. What is important is your plan. Can I continue?"

But the most unacceptable thing is that this man was shaking his white fan head and head, as if he thought he was Zhuge Liang.

"In the end, in your minds, I will be nothing more than a clown who works hard to show off himself. I am not even qualified to catch your eyes."

As a politician, Taylor could tell at a glance that this was a humble person. This did not refer to material humility, but spiritual humility.

The appearance of this person made Taylor feel strange, because generally such psychopaths are European-Americans, and Asian-Americans rarely dare to make trouble in front of such a big man like him.

"But even those crazy terrorists are not capable of revenge on you, and I am just an ordinary person, so naturally I cannot compete with this city on the top of a mountain."

"It makes no sense. Everyone knows this. I talk about this on the news every day." Taylor was still trying to struggle.

But the other party's first words almost made Taylor paralyzed on the ground.

"Indeed, you don't even know what I'm talking about, because in your eyes, a person like me is just a dog, and you don't care what the dog does outside."

Taylor vaguely suspected that this man was once an intellectual, but he did not know this man, and this aspect was not his responsibility.

"Because you ignore me, in the eyes of a big shot like you, no matter how much I help you brag about the superiority of Western civilization, insult the people you want to insult, or kneel down and lick the "noble" Westerners, it's useless."

"So I thought of breaking the wall for you. When the United States, which claims to be the last hope of civilization on earth, is the first to be broken, that will be the most exciting scene."

This man seemed to be wearing a large suit in order to appear formal. However, because his body was relatively large, the suit was as tight as a tights on this man.

"So fast?" He tried to make his words sound calm and calm, but they seemed to have no strength.

Taylor made up his mind to kick this man out after he finished his first sentence. Maybe what this man was going to say was important to him, but it had no meaning to Taylor.

"Why do you want revenge on the United States? Are you from the Middle East?" Taylor broke the silence.

"Are you blind if you ask such a question?" the wall-breaker said sarcastically.

"I sacrificed the rest of my life to meet you. I hope you can give me the respect that the United States refused to give me before, that is, cherish my sacrifice."

If a person fails in life like this, in Taylor's opinion, it is better to just die.

"Thank you." The wallbreaker smiled and said: "Please let me explain your superficial plan first, to establish a space fleet with macro-atomic fusion and ball lightning as its main weapons."

"I'm sorry, actually I can do it faster." A smile appeared on the ugly fat face of the Wall Breaker: "But I wanted to collect more evidence, so I'm late, I'm sorry."

When Taylor was silent, the Wallbreaker continued: "Because this way I can get a satisfying revenge. Don't get me wrong, my revenge target is not you or the PDC, but the entire United States."

"Go on." Taylor waved his hand feebly. The politician's keenness told him that this person must be the winner.

"But fortunately the Lord has come. After the Era of Crisis, I discovered that the so-called developed Western world is just a despicable bug in the eyes of the Lord. So why should I work hard to show my shame in front of you?"

Then the two fell into a suffocating silence again, until Taylor summoned up the courage to look up and ask: "Why?"

"Can."

"Then Mr. Taylor." Wallbreaker bowed humbly and said, "Is what I just stated correct?"

"correct."

"No." The wall-breaker shook his head with a smile and said, "Mr. Taylor, please allow me to say that it is not correct."

In fact, Taylor's wall breaker appeared after the eighth episode of the defense. He was an old man, but I deliberately changed it to something more similar to the production team to be Taylor's wall breaker. Anyone who knows this guy will understand.
Chapter completed!