The defense attorney was already sweating profusely, lacking any political sensitivity.
In such a high-profile case that his peers dared not take on, only he had the audacity.
Itâs not that he lacked ability, but Mattâs attorney was no less skilled than he was.
After an intense war of words, his attempts to provoke the witness into losing control all failed, thwarted by Matt!
Moreover, Mattâs responses almost exactly countered his own, as if he were Eastern, one might exclaim:
"Are you the king of all kings?"
But he couldnât lose!
Staking his aspirations for fame and fortune, he had to win this trial!
Defense Attorney: "I heard the witness mention a soldier named Edward Drogon, but he wasnât at the scene..."
Matt: "Mr. Drogon has already died from a gunshot wound, and in fact, here, my witness wants to accuse senior officials of the NSA..."
"NSA?" the defense attorney scratched his head, frantically searching through his documents for something that wasnât there at all!
"How could this be related to the NSA..."
Lieberman raised his hand: "Because I was a former employee of the NSA, an analyst, and if you look up the news, youâll find that I âdiedâ from a shooting last year."
"But..."
"No buts, this actually explains the context of my plaintiffâs attack..."
Within the country, the CIA had almost no law enforcement authority, completely overshadowed by other intelligence agenciesâ
But it made complete sense if the NSA, the National Security Bureau, was involved!
On the stand, Lieberman presented shocking evidence once again, which showed that a year earlier he had obtained footage from Ghana and had reported to his superior that an investigation was possible.
But his superior had ordered him not to investigate further, so he secretly sent the footage to a newspaper...
The day after he did this, he was killed by a team of agents in the park!
The reason for his killing was: leaking national secrets!
The astute Lieberman wore a bulletproof vest at the time, and before the bullets pierced through, he jumped into the river in the park and narrowly escaped, waiting all these years for a chanceâ
An opportunity like today.
Liebermanâs additional revelations made the case even more complicated: the National Security Bureau was also involved!
The defense attorney looked bewildered, but obviously, his plaintiff Rollins knew, and he also knew what was going to happen next...
In recent days, Frank had completed several missions wearing an exoskeleton, not only rescuing Lieberman and Ghana but also those still alive and related to the case!
Journalists from the newspaper, editors, everyone stepped forward, each verifying the authenticity of the event.
Frankâs additional witnesses caught the opposing attorney off guard, completely disrupting his rhythm...
He looked towards Rollins, now they had only one card left, although the timing and buildup for playing it were pretty poor...
But this was the only way.
"Wait a minute... Yes, the authenticity of the entire event may be undeniable, but this doesnât prove that the mysterious commander is my plaintiff."
Lilleâs eyebrows raisedâdaring to talk nonsense even with conclusive evidence?
Everyone had assumed the events had occurred, and now you say: the murder is real, the process is fine, but the murderer isnât my plaintiff!
What kind of defense is this?
Impressive.
The defense attorney wiped the sweat from his brow: "Thereâs also a witness at the scene who can testify that your description of that mysterious commander does not match Mr. Rollins."
Ghana in the plaintiffâs seat, cluelessly glanced at Frank, who looked incredulously towards the defenseâ
Of the Hellhound Team still alive, besides him and Ghana, there was only one left!
His best brother, almost like another family member!
He was unwilling to testify, which Frank understoodâbecause Billy now owned a private military contracting company, the most successful among his brothers.
But how could Billy stand on the opposite side from him?
"Please welcome my witness: Billy Russell."
The defense attorney called out the familiar name to Frank, and Billyâs handsome face appeared in Frankâs mind...
But no one came through the witness corridor.
The courtroom fell silent, both the defense attorney and Rollins looked puzzled, but soon, the door openedâ
It was a man in a suit who hastily walked toward the defendantâs bench.
The manâs face completely mismatched the one in Frankâs mind!
Frank, harboring a glimmer of hope, turned very angry: Those damned agents, planning to find someone to impersonate his brother?
And then the next second, he saw the defense attorneyâs face turn pale in an instant, and Rollins almost collapsed, grabbing the handrail.
Lille, however, immediately hacked into nearby cameras, knowing what had happened...
Indeed there was such a mysterious witness, but he had just slipped away.
Bang, bang.
The judge rapped the gavel: "Where is the witness?"
"Gone..."
This Billy character was highly skilled, knocking out the court officer without anyone noticing and slipped away in a change of clothes...
"I request a recess..."
Bang!
The judge frowned and slammed his gavel, no longer willing to give Rollins, this upstart clown, any more screen time.
With the case being so clear, he had already inclined to believe the plaintiffâs storyâ
As for why that witness ran away?
The judge decided it was irrelevant to the truth.
Because the truth was already out.
"During the trial of this case, the court has carefully considered all the evidence, and heard the statements of the lawyers on both sides and the testimonies of the witnesses.
Based on the evidence reviewed, the defendant William Rollinsâs actions not only violated the law but also betrayed the trust and expectations society had in his duty.
The harm his actions have done to society is profound and irreversible.
The final verdict isâguilty."
Bang.
As the gavel fell, it was as if it broke the backbone of Rollins, an intelligence officer who had stopped at nothing for promotion and political ambition, and he suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.
But no one would feel sympathy for him:
All he lost was his political life, yet many others lost their lives because of him.
Victory inspired all those who watched the trial live through the internet, and the nature of the incident was finally sealed.
The Supreme Court judged the CIAâs Deputy Director, extending its interpretation of justice even further, and also made people re-examine this war that had gone on for years...
Perhaps at first, they were counter-attacking terrorists, but now?
Once started, reflections couldnât stop; they might even begin to rethink the events before the war began, to contemplate the causes of the terrorist attacks...
But in any case, at the most visceral level, the spirit of the Constitution was interpreted once againârule of law hadnât become a joke yet.
Of course, the common man would hardly realize the intricacies involved, but whoever brought down a powerful magnate, that was a good thing.
If it was the law, then it was a good law; if it was a person, then it was a good person.
Watching the scene unfold, no matter how much of an outlaw he was inside, Lille had to admit something:
Humans were able to gradually form a stable society because of rules, creating miracles in the universe.
This wasnât Night City; fighting and killing was never the goal.
...
[Done?]
[Hydra: Done.]
The final image of the trial displayed on the screen as a young man lay on a couch, lazily holding a wine glass.
Watching the people cheer and celebrate for the trialâs resolution, the images flashed by on screen, finally pausing on Lilleâs face.
"Interesting... alas, Iâve always said that simple brute force wouldnât work, a bunch of idiots with no brains."
In front of him was a tablet, but in reality, the device used satellite signals for secure communication.
More text appeared on the screen:
[Hydra: Whoâs next?]
[Rich Man: Next... thereâs an idiot in the Federal Trade Commission, information has been sent, seats were booked for him on the plane tomorrow.]
[Hydra: With all due respect... thatâs another minor character, the Trampler doesnât do such small tasks.]
[Rich Man: Donât f*cking bullshit me, I pay you, you just do your job!]
[Rich Man: Havenât you had your fill of losses yet? How come besides Dr. Zola, youâre all idiots who canât understand human speech?]
The text conveyed a sense of power of money that made Hydra on the other side of the screen have to succumb.
The manâs mood seemed to change rapidly. After cursing out Hydra, he went back to normal.
"This world is full of individualistic fools.
But this one seems a bit different."
[Atomic Energy Commission Information: Dear Mr. Dalio Agger, today we received a report from International Genetics Cooperation Ltd. about nuclear research.]
[Block it, make up any reason to hang up on them.]
[Atomic Energy Commission: Understood, wish you a pleasant day at work.]
"Nuclear energy?" The man known as Dalio raised an eyebrow, "Multithreading operations, huh? Iâll give you something to do."
To deal with such an enemy, one must use the immense resources at oneâs command, methodically crushing all their hopes bit by bit.
[Tony, the Unmanned Mecha you sent me last time was interesting, Iâd like to discuss this further...]
After sending the message, Dalio walked to the balconyâ
A lifelike statue of the Greek mythological creature, the Minotaur, stood in the center of the courtyard, looking like a real monster from a distance.
He looked up, as the setting sun drenched his naked body, and beheld a perfectly landscaped view that seemed to have no end.
The soft grass, the dense trees, every position of each tree exquisitely chosen, these trees, costing tens of thousands of dollars each, stood on the boundless green fields, together with the setting sun, displaying a beautiful scene rarely seen in the world.
Such scenery, located in the yard of his house, this landscape, every inch belonged to his personal property.
"The victory of the rule of law?" He snorted with derision.
"The Constitution isnât unchangeable."