Zhao Yingjun blinked and looked at Lin Xian:
"I know you well, and I know you'd never trigger an Atomic Bomb. Would you ever detonate a bomb that levels a city and unleashes white light, just to kill one person or achieve a specific goal?"
"Absolutely not."
Lin Xian shook his head:
"Even considering the trolley problem, success often comes with sacrifice, but I can't imagine anyone with credentials so grand that an atomic bomb is the only way to kill them."
"In my opinion, anyone who can be killed by an atomic bomb can also be killed by a simple handgun; and if someone can't be killed by a handgun, they probably can't be killed by an atomic bomb either... Humans are flesh and blood, after all. Whether as brilliant as Einstein or as strong as Tyson, in the face of firearms, the differences are negligible."
Zhao Yingjun felt the logic was sound and sat upright on the couch, attempting to construct a sentence again:
