What Do You ETO Have to Fight Me With?

"Wait, Your Honors, we also have some questions for the witness." Garcia, the lawyer Lin Feng had hired, petitioned the chief justice.

"Granted."

One of the chief justices nodded in approval.

Lawyer Garcia turned to the former Major General Williams.

"Mr. Williams, could you explain in detail what you were arguing about at the time?"

Williams thought for a moment before answering, "During the meeting, Feng Taylor spent too much time talking about irrelevant matters. Because the previous Wallfacer had failed, I was predisposed to believe that Feng Taylor lacked the ability to succeed him as a Wallfacer."

"So that was what you argued over?" Garcia asked.

Williams discreetly glanced toward Miller at the plaintiff's table, then nodded and answered righteously.

"Yes. The Trisolaran threat is urgent. We cannot let someone incapable waste all humanity's time."

"I understand your anxiety. Then do you think Feng Taylor is suited to be a Wallfacer?" Garcia asked.

"No one is more suited than him," Williams answered firmly. Then he sighed. "To be honest, I do regret it somewhat. After learning about the Macro-Electron Storage Plan Feng Taylor proposed, I realized he truly possessed the qualities of a Wallfacer. Back then, I was simply asking for trouble..."

With Williams having said that much, no matter how stupid Miller was, he realized something was wrong. He hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

"Wait! You're leading our witness!"

Miller's voice drowned out Williams's and cut off anything further he might have said.

Garcia asked in confusion, "Leading him? How?"

"I need to speak with my witness."

Miller petitioned the chief justice. Once the chief justice granted permission, Miller hurried away from the plaintiff's table and walked over to the witness stand.

Keeping his voice as low as possible, he fiercely questioned Williams.

"What the hell are you doing? This isn't what we agreed on!"

"Don't forget, Feng Taylor was the one who made you lose everything!"

Williams answered bluntly, "Sorry, but we've already reached an agreement."

"You think Feng Taylor is trustworthy? This is your only chance to make a comeback!" Miller demanded through gritted teeth.

He had been so close—just a little more, and he could have cemented Wallfacer Feng Taylor's crimes against humanity. Yet something had gone wrong at this very moment.

He had been so close. How could Miller possibly accept this? How was he supposed to answer to the organization?

"...It is indeed my only chance to make a comeback, but you still don't understand anything. With or without me, the outcome of this trial won't change in the slightest."

Williams's pitying gaze made Miller freeze. It was the same look Miller had given Feng Taylor earlier.

Only then did he become alert. He looked around in shock and finally realized what was wrong with the courtroom—and why Feng Taylor had dared to enter it with such arrogance, why the gallery and jury box had remained so quiet all this time...

As Miller swept his gaze around, it eventually met Lin Feng's. From that faintly smiling expression, Miller understood the meaning behind it—Surprised? The judges, lawyers, jury, witnesses, spectators—everyone in this courtroom except you is one of mine. What does your ETO have to fight me with?

Miller looked around again. Court officers had sealed off every passage leading out of the courtroom, and there were far more officers stationed there than in a normal court.

The moment Miller made any inappropriate move, they would arrest him.

Miller was a turtle in a jar! There was no way he could escape!

Having realized the cruel reality, Miller returned to the plaintiff's table with a pale face and said nothing. He no longer dared to imagine what fate awaited him.

This court trial had merely been a show.

A show staged for all humanity, with Lin Feng and the government agencies as its cast.

When public opinion had first begun to surge, Lin Feng had proactively contacted the United Nations and stated that the so-called quantum ghostification of all humanity was nonsense fabricated by the ETO.

Of course, humanity's leaders were not idiots who believed everything Lin Feng said. At first, they had not believed his claims at all. The situation was exactly the opposite of what it had been with Lin Feng's father, Frederick Taylor.

Back then, no matter what Frederick Taylor said, humanity's leaders believed the plan exposed by the Wallbreaker was fake. But with Lin Feng, no matter what he said, humanity's leaders believed the plan exposed by the Wallbreaker was real.

There was no helping it. The overlap was far too great. Both the Macro-Electron Storage Plan and the quantum ghostification of all humanity required spherical lightning energy storage devices to be distributed around the world and stockpiled with enormous amounts of energy.

It was like holding a knife to someone's throat, then having the person holding it say, Don't worry, I definitely won't cut you. I'm just holding it against your neck.

Whether it was true or not, anyone with a knife at their throat would inevitably have doubts.

The solution to this sense of danger was simple: let the person with the knife at their throat hold the knife themselves. That would naturally dispel their fear.

So Lin Feng proposed to the United Nations that the Macro-Electron Storage Plan be handed over entirely to the United Nations, and that he would no longer have any involvement with it.

The crisis of confidence among humanity's upper ranks had been resolved, but that of the lower ranks had not. Thus, they wrote and directed this trial of the Wallfacer themselves.

Of course, if everything had been entirely scripted, it would have looked too fake. So during this period, Lin Feng had been waiting for the ETO to accuse him.

The chief justices and jury had all been coordinated in advance. The people sitting in the gallery were actually agents. Even Jones, the lawyer Miller had hired, was on Lin Feng's side.

When Miller was not paying attention, an agent revealed to Jones that Miller was an ETO member. No matter how foolish Jones was, he would not want to be associated with the ETO, so he switched sides easily.

The same was true of Williams. While preparing to testify, agents told him that as long as he cooperated, he could be reinstated and clear his name. On one side was nothing but malicious revenge against Lin Feng; on the other was the restoration of his authority and status.

A child might choose the former, but adults would generally choose the latter. Choosing the former might not even accomplish anything, and even if it did, they would gain nothing. With the latter, everything they had lost would return—it was tangible, visible profit.

As expected, the entire trial ended like a mere formality. Lin Feng was found not guilty, while Miller, the plaintiff, was convicted of defamation and ordered to pay 3.6 million dollars in compensation.

That meant nearly all of his assets now belonged to Lin Feng.

But that was not the end. The CIA and several other American intelligence agencies came knocking, slapped irrefutable evidence that Miller was an ETO member in his face, and took him away directly.

Major media outlets spoke out one after another, guiding the direction of public opinion.

The storm of public opinion stirred up by the ETO quietly subsided just like that. After all, the internet's memory was comparable to a goldfish's—only seven seconds long.

PS: As long as I haven't gone to sleep, it's not tomorrow yet. QWQ