Knight Asylum

“That’s our strength, our reason.”

Montana tore off the handcuffs on his hands, kicked the guardrail of the defendant's seat, and walked to the hearing seat. In front of Red, it was not him who walked in front of the camera, but the camera followed him.

"So, humans...it's time to choose which direction to fly."

The camera shows Montana's tall back and the courtroom full of weirdos.

"To be a pig."

"Let's enjoy the pigs."

Chapter 364: Acquittal

Nascita coffee.

“Is this true? Hahahaha – this is so funny!”

Ishido Soichi pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead, stared at the screen for a long time, then held his stomach and burst into laughter.

"Are there still humans like this? Humans are so interesting!"

Kiryu Sento and Banko Ryuga stared at Montana who was giving a speech on the screen with serious expressions. They really thought Ishido Soichi was annoying, but there was another person sitting here, so they couldn't get angry.

"It's really interesting, although it's hard to believe, but this man has no desire in his heart, only a sense of mission."

Metzl put down Ishido Soichi's handmade coffee and raised her brows slightly.

"But, what a stupid man."

"Stupid? No no no - Miss Metzger, this man is smarter than anyone else. If half of the human leaders were people like him, at least one-third of the weirdos would have died in the past ten years, except for a few exceptionally strong ones."

Ishidoso was nonchalantly shaking the coffee can in his hand, with a deep light flashing in his eyes.

"He's right about one thing. Weirdos really cannot be separated from [S·L]. Only in [S·L] can they act as weirdos."

Kiryuu Sento slowly bent his head to one side, raised his right hand and scratched his hair hard.

The show trial in Montana transformed into a pre-war mobilization for the entire world.

Is this reasonable?

Of course it's unreasonable.

The purpose of this public trial is to implement the new special law for weirdos.

So as soon as the speeches in Montana began, the countries realized something was wrong and wanted to cut off the signal, but they failed. Their networks had been hacked, and no matter how they operated or how they carried out anti-tracking attacks, they could not interrupt this public live broadcast.

The only solution is to prevent the audience around the world from watching this public trial.

But... is this possible?

Inside Sylvie Tullia's command tower, all the communicators were trying hard to stop the spread of the public trial, but the more they tried, the more desperate they became. The signal source that was attacking the network was moving around the globe at an extremely strange and terrifying speed, as if all signal terminals around the world were attacking the network to allow the public trial to continue.

U sat in the highest commander's position, crossed his fingers and placed them in front of his mouth, staring straight at the screen in front of him, listening carefully to Montana's speech, which made Embe, who was running around anxiously below, a little overwhelmed.

Although the current situation is no longer something they can prevent, he still hopes that U can say something to stabilize the hearts of the employees within Selvi Turia.

He could sense that because of Montana's speech, the employees within Selvi Tullia were shaken. The enemies among us that Montana referred to were probably Selvi Tullia and various governments.

"U——"

Finally, Enbei couldn't stand it anymore and shouted.

"What's wrong?" U's eyes finally shifted away from Montana who was speaking and fell on Embe.

"What...what's wrong? U, shouldn't you say something?" Embe wanted to yell, but as soon as he straightened his chest, it deflated like a balloon.

"What? Do you think Montana is wrong?" U crossed his arms.

Ember stammered, not knowing how to refute for a moment.

Is Montana wrong?

"The policies implemented by governments in order to gain the power of the weirdos are indeed radical and short-sighted, and they ignore some practical problems. But Montana should not incite human hostility towards the weirdos. There must be a more gentle solution, you want to say that, right?"

U raised his fingers and tapped the armrest.

"I... want to say that, but I'm not that shameless yet," Enbei tried his best but still couldn't nod.

"[There must be a more gentle way to deal with it] means there is still room, and if there is still room, it means they will be more greedy and reckless."

Ember put his hands on his hips and sighed deeply.

"Every moment before they shout that there must be a gentler way to deal with it is the most timely and best time to solve the problem."

"Isn't this very clear to you?" U raised his eyebrows, changed to a more comfortable position and leaned back in his chair to stare at Montana's speech, "Then what do you think I should say?"

"I do not know either……"

Ember muttered under his breath.

Social impact?

riot?

"What happens next? Do Montana's followers attack the prison to rescue Montana?"

Embe felt awkward, but he had to admit that Montana's speech did indeed drag out those potential problems that had already become excessive. It was normal for Montana's followers to appear inside and outside [S·L].

But if those followers break the law...

Fans who are obsessed with the idea will justify all their extreme behaviors, causing already sharp conflicts to become even more irreconcilable and forcing neutral parties to make a choice.

But what Enbe didn't expect was that U asked back with a surprised look on his face.

“Why did Montana’s followers attack the prison?”

"Uh...of course it's because of Montana that he will be put in jail?" When asked by U, Embe suddenly hesitated.

"Montana, you won't be going to jail," U crossed his legs, his glasses reflecting the light and covering his eyes.

Although hesitant, Embe was really shocked by U's decisive judgment. You know, Montana's public speech offended the governments of various countries to the extent that they wanted to execute him.

“What is Montana’s crime?”

Enbei was stunned, holding his chin in thought for a while, then his eyes suddenly widened and his pupils trembled wildly.

【Kidnap Rosette】

The law is very humane, especially after the establishment of the special law on weirdos. As long as the victim expresses forgiveness and does not pursue responsibility, the lawsuit will end on the spot, and the defendant can even walk away from the main entrance of the court in a swagger.

No matter how outrageous or excessive the lawsuit itself is.

As long as the plaintiff gives up.

Less than five minutes after the public trial in Montana ended, the judge had not even begun to pronounce the verdict, and everyone had not yet recovered, but the Enoch Group held a global press conference as if it had been prepared for it.

As Rosette's only relative, Lee Jae-young, the president of Enoch Group, came on stage in person.

Most people, especially Rosette's fans, were very excited, thinking that Rosette's brother Lee Jae-young was going to criticize Montana harshly.

But Li Zaiying's answer once again shocked the world.

"On behalf of my sister Rosette, I withdraw the lawsuit. We do not intend to pursue responsibility."

Without the plaintiff, Montana ended up being acquitted.

Montana pushed open the door of the Supreme Court, and the sunlight fell on his body. There were crowds of people in front of the door of the Supreme Court, both men and women, and they all had strips of cloth with flame symbols on their arms.

A man came forward and handed Montana an old military coat.

"Colonel."

Montana raised his hand and threw his coat over his shoulders. He turned sideways and looked at the Supreme Court behind him. Red was standing in the dim corridor, looking at him.

"A monster who wears a mask and sells false hope to humans."

Chapter 365: Trump Card? Does the Archangel sent by God count?

"Excuse me, is everything Montana said true? In less than ten years, hundreds of millions of people have died in [S·L]!"

"Shouldn't Selvi Tulia, a human rescue organization, be held responsible for this?"

"What on earth is Sylvie Tullia hiding? How many people have died in the past ten years? Please explain!"

Asano, who had finally escaped from the bombardment of reporters, unbuttoned his collar, sat on a bench in the smoking area, and let out a long breath.

"What's wrong? You look like you're dying."

Asano raised his head, then lowered it again, and hooked his hand at the man sitting on the other side of the bench.

"Isn't this Director Dashiell from the Criminal Investigation Department? It's rare to see you here. Is there anything else?"

Dashiell raised his brows slightly, placed the cigarette box and lighter on the bench, and pushed them hard in the direction of Asano.

"Thanks--" Asano slowly took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, "Is the criminal investigation department free now?"

"No, I'm extremely busy. The public telephone has been bombarded with calls, one after another. Some people are asking for an investigation into the truth behind their family members' disappearances, while others are asking for the settlement of disputes with those weirdos," Dashiell waved his hand.

"This is what we are supposed to do, so there is nothing to complain about."

"This is really... hard work."

Asano pushed the cigarette and lighter back.

"It's really surprising. Are you out of your mind?" Dashiell said in surprise. "Don't you like to laugh at us who do odd jobs the most?"

"Everyone is busy dealing with dirty and tiring chores now, so stop crowding each other out," Asano said, raising his hand and waving it helplessly, a cigarette in his mouth.

"We can still cope with it for now...but, those are all problems we have to face."

"Telling one lie means telling countless lies to make up for it. Even the smallest mistake will be magnified by countless lies and become a sin."

Dashiell placed his hands on his knees and stared ahead.

"Now, it's just a matter of starting to count our sins."

"Sins? That's really exaggerated. Can we still count them now?" Asano leaned forward slightly, and sparks ignited.

"After all, this is not at all..."

"It's not our fault at all, do you really think so?"

Asano fell silent.

They were not the source, but there is no doubt that they were accomplices.

"If this continues, Sylvie Tullia will most likely be dismembered," Asano lowered his head.

"is it?"

Dashiell held a cigarette in his mouth, showing no joy or sadness.

……

"Big brother? Big brother!"

Reid was startled and came back to his senses. In front of him, Zhuo Mo Yilang was gesticulating with his hands.

"Oh, sorry - I was distracted. What did you just say?" Red held his head and shook it from side to side.

"No, no, no - how can this be your fault, brother? It must be because I said too much boring nonsense!" Zhuomu Yilang shook his head like a rattle.

"Huh...where were we just now?" Reid waved his hand.

"Ahem - it's about the Zhinao Group. It seems that Murakami Kyo is a little anxious now because he can't understand why the president of the Enoch Group forgave Montana on behalf of his sister. He is urging me to find a way to let him contact Miss Rosette."

Zhuoma Yilang crossed his arms across his chest.

As a qualified younger brother, I shouldn't speculate or spy on my elder brother's thoughts, but!

A younger brother who can't share the pressure with his elder brother is worse than a piece of barbecued pork.

Ever since attending Montana's public trial, Red has had a thoughtful expression on his face from time to time.

"I personally think that although the Enoch Group's operation this time was somewhat unexpected, it is an opportunity."

As soon as Yilang finished his words, Red's cell phone on the table started ringing. The caller was Qiao, who was in charge of taking care of Rosette.

Zhuomu Yilang was very tactful. He stretched out his hands and respectfully pushed Red's cell phone in Red's direction.

"Uh... you don't have to, ha-never mind."

Reid lowered his head, gave up on correcting Yilang's thoughts, and answered the call. Before he could open his mouth, Qiao's voice bombarded out of the phone.

"Hey! Red! Something big happened here! Come here quickly!"

The background sounds included various crackling sounds of things being smashed and screams.