On the front desk of the central control room, there were two groups of people sitting on the left and right sides of Fingel. There were four people in each group. Group A on the left was arguing for the pros, and Group B on the right was arguing against. Between the two groups was a girl with glasses, Group C, who acted as the recording officer and faithfully typed all the highlights of the speeches of the AB groups into documents for preservation.
It is not difficult to see that this unique debate is prepared for the hearing two days later. It is not like ordinary debates where one controversial topic is debated from morning to night, from the argument of prehistoric humans in BC to In the development of humanities in the post-apocalyptic era, the current debate competition is mainly about changing debate topics, testing on-the-spot performance, amazing speaking speed, and clear thinking.
Since we are preparing for the hearing, all the current defense topics have one thing in common, which is to debate the guilt or innocence of the same person who appears in these multiple cases based on different "realistic cases."
In fact, it is more of a lawsuit in the traditional sense than a debate. The highlight is the verbal battle between the plaintiff's lawyer and the defendant's lawyer.
As a referee, Fingel believed that if only one lawyer from the pros and cons was present, different perspectives might be missed, so he simply increased the number of defense lawyers for the plaintiff and defendant to 4v4 with a wave of his hand, forming a standard debate format.
In order to ensure professionalism, Fingel specially collected the Night Watch Forum account data of everyone in the New Ministry, and specially selected old friends from professional forums with a history of more than 99 replies to build these two debate teams.
The division of labor between these two teams of four is so accurate that everyone has their own duties in the debate. Debate No. 1 should act as a facade and have excellent eloquence, Debate No. 2 should respond quickly, be the king of evidence, and a fighter, and Debate No. 3 should act as a facade. Debater No. 4 must be able to think clearly, be clever, and be good at the nerve gun. Debater No. 4 must be steady and convincing in summarizing.
Fingel was serious about debating this time. He even consulted juniors and juniors who had experience in friendly debates with Oxford and Cambridge universities, and completely instilled these experiences into the current group of grassroots.
A lot of classic debating techniques can be seen in their arguments. One side will use reductio ad absurdum from time to time, and the other side will immediately counterattack with reductio ad absurdum; one side will sneak in the topic of argument, and the other side will immediately seize the flaw and fight back strongly; and go deeper. They all began to follow the seven methods of Mobian (effect, push, or, fake, moo, pi, and support) in "Mo Jing·Xiao Qi" to respond to the challenge in a targeted manner.
The brains of the debaters on both sides have been accelerating from the beginning and have not stopped, and the CPU is almost burning out. This is mainly because the brothers below the stage who are responsible for digging documents have been gaining results, and the previous incident has not been finished yet. One incident happened one after another, and anyone else would be overloaded.
But the good news is that the level of the debaters on both sides has also improved rapidly in the simulated actual combat. They generalize, cover the debate topics, quote classics, and talk about the moral high ground. The intensity of the confrontation begins to approach the normal level. "Is money the root of all evil?" is at the cutting edge of the level.
What is now playing on the 3D projection is the billowing smoke of a small island in the Somali Sea. The entire island has turned into a sea of fire. The initiator is of course the young "S-level commissioner" who was leaning on the side of the tugboat and blowing the sea breeze.
"The commissioner involved seriously violated the orders of the Executive Department. After completing the task, he used his own will to force himself to land in the pirate den to investigate, brutally tortured the enemy and tortured the intelligence, and finally set fire to the island in a brazen manner. This kind of do-it-yourself, perverse and rebellious behavior The behavior is completely inconsistent with the rules and regulations of the Executive Department."
"Objection. Looking through the entire file, the actions of the 'S" level commissioner were necessary actions taken under special circumstances and fully complied with the rules and regulations of the Executive Department - priority regulations to protect social security and protect life.
As shown in the files, a large number of women and children were abducted, abused, and inhumanely detained in pirate dens at that time. The situations faced by commissioners when performing similar tasks were often dangerous and complex, and corresponding measures must be taken based on the actual situation. Action, and in this case, special measures will inevitably be needed to protect yourself and the safety of the public.
The Enforcement Department clearly stipulates that when public security and personal safety are involved, appropriate means can be used to obtain intelligence. These means include torture or interrogation of suspects. This is the meaning of the existence of the Interrogation Department, so we
It is believed that "Everything the S" did in this operation was legal. Only when his behavior violated the laws established by the secret party, can we convict him. "
The 3D projection once again switched to a familiar town, the town of Carmel. In the archive photos, the familiar back figure of a man went deep into the dangerous zone covered by a huge field, moving forward inexorably.
"Obviously, he once again disobeyed the order. This was an act of ignoring the orders of his superiors countless times. In the incident in the town of Carmel, he even refused to exchange information with his companions in a way of personal heroism. Carrying huge risks to carry out the mission. In addition, during this mission, he was suspected of having close communication and cooperation with the fugitive suspect who betrayed Miju, Mandy Gonzalez. This makes it difficult not to make people doubt whether he Hiding evil intentions."
"Please note that the point of Mandy Gonzalez's betrayal was at the end of the mission. The S-class person involved was even shot and went into sleep in the life-support module. Does it mean that your loyalty should be questioned even if you use your life to complete the mission?' The continued existence of suspicion will only create great instability within the party, which will not only delay judicial justice, but also destroy the basic trust between superiors and subordinates in the executive department system.
Furthermore, we do not deny that "S-class actions have elements of personal heroism, but this kind of personal heroism is a righteous act based on selfless dedication to the group. Under the circumstances at that time, there was no other alternative." You understand, so the "S" class chose to take a self-sacrifice risk. This kind of personal heroism should be understood and even praised."
"Well said! My junior brother is an old torch, light yourself up and illuminate others!" Fingel applauded and encouraged the horses on both sides, while drinking Coke to moisten his throat.
"Don't reason with your opponents. Remember that the stage you are rehearsing is a hearing, not a debate. Those old people who should have exploded with gold coins at the hearing are all disrespectful people. They will not reason with you. , will use all kinds of sophistry and power to oppress you. What you have to do is not really to win the argument against the other party! But to make the other party feel ashamed under your just words! Your real opponent is the jury! "
"Boss, I found something new...it's a bit awkward, it's a video." Someone in the audience stood up and looked at Fingel and said.
"Throw it in!" Fingel ordered with a wave of his hand.
The video was projected onto a large screen. It was a black-and-white surveillance perspective. The screen showed an empty computer room. The lights of the chassis group flashed frequently, illuminating many dark figures walking in the criss-crossing passages.
Those figures walked in the computer room as if they were looking for something, wandering around.
"This size...is this Norma's computer room?" Someone noticed the huge computer room in the video. Only supercomputers can have units of this size.
"That's not the point." The person who dug up the video whispered, "The next thing is the point... Pay attention, it's coming!"
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed across the screen. The speed was so fast that even the camera could not capture it. He passed by a figure. In an instant, the man's head flew upwards as if being pulled by a huge force, and a large amount of blood spurted out. And out! Then the black shadow kept passing through the complex and intertwined chassis passages, and every figure he passed by was beheaded or cut in half! The black shadow swept across the huge computer room like the wind. Every figure in every passage was his target. Wherever he went, he would kill without mercy!
Countless figures were cut into pieces, and even the harvesters felt too soft, but the murderous shadow was not there. When the killing was almost done, the lingering figures in the entire computer room suddenly stopped in sync and fell to the ground. The nightmare-like black figure stopped in place, and at this time, the surveillance camera happened to capture his face.
Everyone knows the face on the screen, because it captures it so clearly. If the resolution of the black-and-white surveillance wasn't a bit low, it could even enlarge it and become a part of the girl's desktop wallpaper. All the paparazzi in the news department had no doubt about his identity, and at the same time they had goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Boss, this..." The four debaters in Group B looked at Fingel, and Fingel was stunned with a Coke to his mouth, watching the video blankly.
Group A was also silent... What are you arguing for? What's there to argue with? The video has already been used to defend them. This is absolutely irrefutable evidence! less than a few minutes
In the video, how many people did the black shadow kill? If not a hundred, it must be seventy or eighty, right? That is a real human life! Like wheat in autumn, they were all cut to the ground, and their blood flowed everywhere.
"Where was this dug out? What mission record?" Fingel put down the Coke can and said sharply.
I don’t know... This video has no number, only a string of original codes as the name. Judging from the time, it should have been created around May 2009. I found it in Norma’s independent block. There are several more lines in that block. AA-level firewalls. If Norma hadn't been down and no one was maintaining these firewalls, it would have been impossible for an entire hacker team to dig it out of Norma's hands..."
May 2009... Fingel thought for a while, and instantly realized what happened during that time. Then he broke into a cold sweat on his back, and the location in sight was ready to be remembered in his mind - Hui Yeji's computer room.
Why did Lin Nian appear in such a subtle place? It was the supercomputer hangar of the Japanese branch, a forbidden area with the same security level as the ice cellar. The relationship between the headquarters and the Japanese branch was originally very subtle and tense... Wait, those Could the missing figure be the commissioner of the Japanese branch? Lin Nian killed dozens of people from the Japanese branch in a certain mission?
"It's not easy to argue..." The first debate in Group B was a bit muggle. He felt uncomfortable watching the video that was played repeatedly, "I have one thing to say, 'S" level seems to have gone too far this time..."
"You have done a good job." Fingel slapped himself in the face and looked at the man who dug up the video. "Go and see if there is anything else that can be mined in that block. I suspect it is A secret information library dedicated to storing shady things."
"If we dig it out, can we still get out of this door alive?" A brother couldn't help but swallowed.
"Don't mess up your position. If you mess up your army at this time, you will be dragged out into the minefield." Fingel glared at the guy and warned.
"But how should we argue?" The second defender from Group A raised his hand and asked, "If I were the investigation team, I wouldn't even have to speak. I would just have to play the video repeatedly at the hearing and explain what happened in the video. Time and place are all that matters. This kind of mass killing... can’t be justified by any excuse, right?"
"The most important thing is that those who were killed haven't made any excessive resistance. It's just like..." Group B's third debate stopped at the end. After all, the words "assembly line pigs" could not be said. He couldn't say it, but looking at his expression you could tell how much psychological pressure he was feeling.
"Yes, why didn't they resist? Can we argue not guilty from this point? To explain that something else happened at that time? It is reasonable for him to take action like this." Fingel looked at the people in Group B and asked.
The four people in Group B looked at each other, and then gave a wry smile as an answer.
"The most important thing is that the face was photographed. Even if the picture is a little blurry, we can still insist that the person inside is not an "S" class." Team A, who was supposed to be guilty of the defense, was trying hard to help the person in the video. Terror found a reason to kill embryos.
Fingel suddenly seemed to notice something unusual. Looking at the video that was constantly looping on the screen, he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
At this time, the Ma Zai from before shouted loudly again, "I've found something new. I'll complete the decryption and put it on the screen right away."
Tens of seconds later, the projection on the big screen disappeared, and the video that made everyone breathless was also broadcast. But before they could recover, another surveillance video appeared, but this one was in full color. And the resolution is much clearer than before, and there are even many split screens to shoot the same scene from various angles.
It was a boy wearing a white T-shirt holding a folding knife, facing a group of monsters covered with black scales in a magnificent hall.
"Deadpool!" Someone in the central control room recognized the true identity of these monsters at a glance.
Before he could make any other comments, in an instant, the group of monsters in the video who were grinding their teeth and sucking blood sprayed out a straight arrow of blood from the back of their heads, and then fell to the ground!
"Pause! Rewind!" shouted Fingel.
I hope the frequency stops,
Then it was played back, and the monster on the ground stood up stiffly, then stopped.
"Play ten times slower."
The video started to play, playing at ten times slower speed. The boy standing in the video disappeared, and then moved dozens of meters out of thin air in the next frame. Dozens of Deadpools sprayed black blood neatly on the backs of their heads.
In the previous frame, the folding knife in the boy's hand was still intact. In the next moment, the corroded folding knife, which was almost scrapped, had spun into flowers on his fingertips. From the corner of his eyes, those golden eyes accidentally glanced at the direction of the surveillance video, seeming to choose someone. And bite.
There was a younger brother who took the initiative to avoid looking at me! I didn’t dare to look at the guy in the video, “Is this… a human?”
"Is there any record of when this happened?" Fingel turned to ask.
"There was an unexpected mission around June last year, numbered HD-BH-003. The location was the hometown of the "S" class, the Pearl Tower, a landmark building in the coastal city. "The S, class seemed to have conducted a lurking inside. Activity, with the intention of arresting an illegal mixed-race group that sells banned alchemical drugs! "
"Huh...are you executing the mission of the department? That's okay. So these are all artificial Deadpools made with alchemy drugs? The real strength must be limited, and it is natural for him to be killed by his junior brother." Fingel rubbed it. He sweated and looked at the video again, "Those colorful test tubes contain illegal alchemy drugs, right? Look, isn't he destroying them conscientiously?"
The protagonist in the video indeed crushed the expensive alchemy potions one by one. Just when Fingel was about to say something more, he found that the protagonist in the video inexplicably walked to the small bar on one side and picked up the He took out the wine bottle and started a series of cocktail preparations, and finally made a cocktail.
Fingel's face gradually stiffened and turned twitching, and he stared blankly at the gangster in the video, breaking a stick of alchemy medicine and pouring it into the cocktail, then raising his glass and toasting to every surveillance camera from multiple angles and drinking it all in one gulp!
"Boss, I have dug up a separate hidden file again." The buddy who dug the block happily raised his head to claim the credit, but he saw his boss's constipated face.
The large screen in the central control room switched to video again. This time, the camera was very shaky. The picture seemed to be a video of a ship on board. The time and place was a patch of turbulent water in the night. The background was the noise of a violent storm and the captain's cabin. A flurry of orders and shouts.
"Huh? This is on the Yangtze River, right... This ship looks familiar. Is it the Monyach?" The brother who dug out this video subconsciously analyzed the content of the picture, but when he realized something, his originally happy face immediately changed. It just changed.
The two terms "Kuimen Plan" and "Bronze Plan" instantly appeared in everyone's mind.
Everyone's eyes widened, because both the former and the latter were classified as "S" level top secrets when Norma filed them! Only a few people with less than two hands in the entire secret party could read this! Real top-secret files, the real case about the fall of the Dragon King!
In the picture, a bolt of thunder suddenly exploded across the sky. In the background of heavy rain and thunder, a long and ethereal roar penetrated into everyone's ears through the speakers in the control room. Everyone shuddered subconsciously and realized what was coming. What terrible things could happen.
Sure enough, in the picture, the water surface far away from the Monyach suddenly swelled and then turned white, and exploded when it reached the critical point! A creature as huge as a blue whale broke through the water and rose into the sky. It was a pure-blood dragon!
And on the dragon's head, a figure was stubbornly rooted on it like a barnacle, holding a pale bone knife and piercing it into the molten red dragon pupils! Pull it! Bath in the strong and poisonous dragon blood!
In severe pain and madness, the dragons struggled to ascend to the sky and crashed a low-flying helicopter in the sky. The helicopter turned into a blazing fireball and was pulled back to the water by gravity along with the dragons. The monster that was biting the dragons in its eyes also disappeared in the dozens of meters of water waves caused by the giant object hitting the water.
The turbulence caused by the impact of dozens or hundreds of tons of dragons on the water surface was close to the destructiveness of wind force 12. The entire Monyach was thrown to the mountain wall. Everyone saw the anchor iron as the earth shook and the mountains shook. There was a terrifying scene of the chain breaking and bouncing into a straight line in the air. Finally, amidst the roar of the mountain collision, only a snowflake remained on the screen.
The central control room was quiet for a long time, until Fingel slowly raised his hand and scratched his eyebrows and whispered, "Oh my god..."
"Boss, this..." The members of the AB group couldn't even smile bitterly. They felt that no matter how wonderful the debate was, it would pale in front of this video.
Almost no one in Kassel Academy has seen the real scene of the "S, Class" slaying the dragon, including the Battle of Constantine. Even though the battlefield took place in the academy, when the "S, Class" and the King of Bronze and Fire entered into hand-to-hand combat, , the students in the school have almost separated.
The only thing the students could see was probably when they safely evacuated to the bottom of the mountain, they turned back and looked halfway up the mountain. They caught a glimpse of the "Vulcan God Agni" dancing wildly with his arms among the buildings of the ancient castle. The scene. Most students really don’t know how Constantine was killed, and naturally they don’t have any intuitive feelings about the S-class dragon-slaying scene with full firepower.
"'S, level, it's normal to be more powerful... How can you say that he has a dangerous bloodline just because he can fight dragons hand-to-hand." The No. 2 debater in Group B said in a low voice.
Team A did not refute him, because they probably felt that keeping silent at this time was the best choice, but I am afraid that the investigation team then would not be as silent as them.
"This is betrayal!" Someone suddenly said angrily.
Many people looked at the speaker in surprise and found that it was the bespectacled lady from Group C who had been recording the debate. She was one of the few female members of the Shinmabu, but she was also the majority who supported Lin Nian. One of the students.
"Don't you see? You are risking your life! You are risking your life for the survivors on that boat, and you are also risking your life for everyone who was still in the college at that time!" The young lady pointed at the big screen with a sharp and distorted voice, "School Board of Directors How dare you launch a bloodline judgment against him at this time? This is a naked betrayal! Burning bridges across rivers! Killing donkeys by breaking the mill!"
"This is the truth, but if the school board is determined to burn bridges, we have nothing to do. In history, are there too many cases of people throwing knives into the furnace because their hands are dirty?" Someone said in a deep voice.
"They can't do this!" The young lady was indignant and furious, "This is unfair! Senior Lin deserves the respect he deserves, not an inexplicable hearing!"
"This is the truth... We all understand the truth. Rather than venting, we should do something within our capabilities." Fingel took a breath. Even though he is a professional coal briquette washer, he now feels that there is little hope. "This is indeed the school's responsibility." The board of directors doesn't care about moral principles, but at least they are willing to play this game with us, even though the referee and the rules are set by them..."
"Is it possible that the school board is not willing to play with you, but that they have to play with you?" Another female student wearing a hat among the paparazzi in the audience put forward a different opinion.
"What are you talking about...what do you mean you have to play with us?" Fingel subconsciously asked, but suddenly he was stunned, then his expression changed, and he pulled out a loaded gun from his waist with his right hand. Locke raised his gun and aimed it at the girl wearing a hat who was speaking in the crowd.
At the same time, the sound of guns being drawn was heard endlessly, and more than a dozen muzzles were raised at the same time. The paparazzi from the Information Department in the audience immediately formed a circle and blocked the female practitioner wearing a hat.
"Who are you? When did you sneak in? There are only a few girls in the press department, but I have never heard your voice." Fingel squinted his eyes, raised his gun and pointed it at the low-key man. The woman whose head was covered by the brim of a hat simultaneously signaled to the nearby paparazzi to remove her hat.
Before the paparazzi could reach out to take it, the female student wearing the hat raised her hand and pulled off the peaked cap, revealing long hair and an unexpected face.
She looked up at Fingel, smiled slightly at the other's surprised expression, and said, "Fingel, do you want to win the hearing? I may have some exclusive information that is particularly critical to you... that can directly influence your victory. Negative information!"
