The "trial show" is still in progress, and more and more people are on the live broadcast channel.

Even if some people don't know Borg, they can quickly learn about the news about him by searching his name on the dark web; and the news on the dark web...even the federal government cannot cover it, or it cannot cover it cleanly.

Finally, when the number of viewers in the live broadcast room exceeded 2,000, the judge proposed...vote.

The rules for voting are very simple. Each viewer can find two voting buttons in the lower right corner of the live broadcast page, that is, below the comment box. The red button on the left shows "Yes" and the white button on the right shows "No".

Whenever the judge opens the voting authority, all viewers will get a chance to vote for the next period of time; if the voting time is over, the vote will be deemed invalid and cannot be retained until the next voting.

At the moment, the voting question raised by the judge is simple - "Do you think Borg is guilty?"

"What a joke!" Just ten seconds after the voting began, Borg trembled and scolded, "Which vote is considered a vote? Who is the vote?"

Just below the posing camera, there is a small display screen, which displays the voting numbers in real time. Sitting in Borg's position, you can clearly see the numbers there; in fact, the judge also uses the display screen to know the voting situation.

At this moment, looking at the red numbers that had risen in an instant and the white numbers that were completely motionless, Borg was so angry that he cursed.

"Is it important who is voting?" The judge stood leisurely beside Borg, looking at the latter's face.

"Of course it's important!" Borg shouted, "What class are they...? What qualifications are they?"

"Qualification?" the judge interrupted him, "Haha...class?" He repeated Borg's words and smiled, "Mr. Borg, you, like most of the people who come to me, always have to complicate it when facing a simple problem.

“When I judge a woman, she questioned the men among the voters; when I judge a black man, he felt that there should not be white among the voters; when I judge a believer, he thought he should not accept the opinions of the atheists; and when I judge an official, he talked to me about...class.

"Obviously, for you... the problem is not important, what matters is the position; everyone thinks that their camp, party, class, group... are the ones with the most say, but in fact, we all know very well..."

At this point, the judge picked up the knife again and threw it in front of the other side like a juggling.

"...The person who truly holds the right to speak is the person holding a knife, the person holding a gun, the person occupying more social resources, more force, financial power and power." The judge said, stopping his gorgeous turning knife. "As for the 'position', it is just a form of people relying on each other... to strengthen the strength... Because 'many people' is also a kind of power. Gathering a group of people with similar views is always greater than you alone; even if these people are a group of waste who can only talk, the voice of a hundred such people is louder than that of a single person."

While he was speaking, the number of votes on the small screen was still rising, the number of red votes had quickly exceeded 200, while the number of white votes was still zero.

"Anyway..." the judge glanced at the votes and continued, "Your so-called qualifications, class... are meaningless to me; when you arrive at the 'Fengdu Luoshan', people are no longer divided into different levels; anyone, as long as they are watching this trial now, have the right to vote... Scholars or illiterate, rich or beggar, hero or traitor, federal agent or wanted criminal... are treated equally here." He paused for a moment, raised a finger and said, "They only need to make a choice for a simple question... guilt or not."

"But...why do they make judgments? What can they know? It's just some hearsay rumors!" Borg knew that his status outside could not help him, so he changed his mind.

"Didn't you just say it? The 'official' has made a declaration about your affairs. I think, in addition to rumors, they should be able to find the official statement." The judge said, "Since they know both situations, why do you think they cannot make the correct judgment? Is it... hehe..." Two pleasant sneers came out under the mask, "Even the person involved, you, think that the 'official' statement is too unconvincing?"

"Nonsense! It's just... it's just because these fools often tend to believe some gossip!" As a result, Borg, who could not logically refute the other party, turned his thinking back to class theory.

"Silent people?" The judge shrugged when he heard this, "Mr. Borg, according to my investigation... Your test results from childhood to adulthood and your IQ test results are nothing special... As a subordinate bureaucrat who relies on nepotism, what kind of confidence is that you can take yourself from the ranks of the 'fool people' and put them into the 'elite' group?"

"I... in any case, I don't accept it!" Borg was so angry that he was embarrassed. "This is frame-up! It is slander! I am innocent!"

"Oh?" At this moment, the judge suddenly stopped and exclaimed a very slight amazement.

His reaction was naturally not caused by Borg's pale quibbling, but because... at this moment, he saw four "innocence tickets" on the screen.

Although some people who did not take the vote seriously at the beginning of the trial show were also placed in white votes at will, but this situation has disappeared from the third issue. Today's judges are both wanted criminals in the federal government and urban legends that are widely circulated on the public Internet. No one will question the authenticity of the trial anymore, so everyone who votes knows what their vote means.

But... at this moment, there were four votes, and they were cast in "innocence", and they were almost at the same time, with no more than three seconds between the front and back.

This undoubtedly attracted the attention of the judge.

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At the same time, FCPS Europe headquarters, in a command room.

"Sir! Our votes..." The four agents who voted under Carmen's order all turned to look at her.

"Ah, I know." Carmen stared at the home screen and said calmly, "But this still cannot prove that the picture we see is 'live'." She analyzed, "Maybe the other party just let the votes below the screen display in real time, and the one playing in the picture is still recorded..."

Before Carmen finished speaking, the judge in the picture said, "Mr. Borg, look, there are four 'enthusiastic citizens' who think you are not guilty."

When he said "enthusiastic citizens", he reached out and made a quotation gesture, as if he was pointing out something.

"Sir, it's great! He said it himself, which proves that what we saw must be live broadcast." A female agent sitting near Carmen immediately said excitedly after seeing this scene.

Upon hearing this, Carmen did not speak. On the contrary, the expression on her face became even more serious.

Because Carmen... had noticed something strange from the judge's actions.

"Why did he say that? To further play and anger Borg?

"Not whether it is necessary or not, even if he really wants to do that, with his eloquence, he can say something else...

"Furthermore, judging from Borg's reaction and sight movement, the device that shows the vote should be below the fixed camera, which both Borg and the judge can see... Since they can see it, isn't this a nonsense?

"The judge's whistle just now was obviously a reaction that he saw the change of the white ticket. After just one breath, he said that...

"From his frivolous context, it is okay to use 'there seems to be a few enthusiastic citizens who think you are not guilty', but he insists on saying the specific numbers like 'four', as if... he deliberately wanted to emphasize this information in front of the camera."

Carmen thought quickly, and these thoughts passed by quickly in his mind and he could understand them clearly.

"He seems... to be testing us." A few seconds later, Carmen murmured at the screen.

"What? Aren't we testing him?"

"How is that possible?"

"His he found us?"

"But even if he uses technical means to track it, it is just our private phone. How can he know..."

The four voting agents were immediately panicked when they heard Carmen's speculation.

"He was not completely sure that someone was testing him." Carmen was still calm, "but he undoubtedly had suspicion, so... he immediately released a message telling us that this is the 'live broadcast'... or, in other words, confirmed what I planned to test, and then see what actions we will take next."

"Then..." said an agent, "We will stop this temptation for the time being, so that his suspicion will be eliminated soon."

"Not necessarily." Carmen replied coldly. After a second, she said, "And... there is no need for us to hide ourselves in front of him." She said, stretching out her hand to lift the bangs at the corner of her eyes, and then said, "To this day, even ordinary civilians know... The judge must have been targeted by the Federation, so how could he not know?

"In my opinion, the judge knew very well that every live broadcast was under the surveillance of federal agents, and maybe he still enjoyed it.

“So, the idea of ​​‘making the judge feel like we’re not watching the live broadcast’ is ridiculous in itself.

"In the past few months, you should have taken more proactive measures and tried to get in touch with him... Because criminals like him who are keen on public executions have a considerable degree of narcissism and desire to perform. What people like most is to play cat and mouse games with law enforcement and gain a sense of superiority; we are going to use this to reveal their own flaws."

Although Carmen's words were not malicious and each sentence was basically on the point, they still made their subordinates feel a little embarrassed.

Sometimes if you are too "excellent" and even if you don't want to, you will offend others. Carmen is a helpless example.

"Network Department, you stop first." A few seconds later, Carmen asked while thinking, "Can you... use your private phones and ordinary public networks to control the puppet machine?"

The agents from the network department heard this and looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned around and responded in unison: "It's easy."

Carmen nodded: "Okay, you don't have to do anything now. Take out your phone and invade the computers and mobile phones of ordinary citizens in a short period of time. Use them as puppet machines... the more, the better."

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On the other hand, the "trial show" scene.

"Don't be too nervous, Mr. Borg." The judge left the camera for a few dozen seconds, and then pushed a small cart over. "You are the only one who is on the trial today, so the voting deadline will last for a long time. Maybe there may be a shocking reversal in a while."

"What are you...what are you going to do?" Borg's eyes changed as soon as he saw the thing on the other party's cart.

There were several metal trays on the upper floor of the cart, and various types of tweezers were soaked in disinfectant water in the tray, scissors, pliers, hammers... Anyway, they are all common tools in dental clinics.

"It's still time, I can't just show the audience that you greasy uncle sits there and breathes." The judge picked up a small plier, gently pinched it in the empty space twice, tilted his head, and said to Borg in a somewhat naughty tone.

"No...no..." Borg was already shaking his head. If possible, he hoped he could faint immediately.

"In view of the fact that you have more 'incriminal votes' now than 'incriminal votes', the 'judgment' will begin from now on." The judge said, and reached out to grab the other party's head.

Seeing this, Borg struggled to move his neck. At this time, it would be good for him to keep his head away even a centimeter from the other party: "No...wait... you don't need to do this... Listen to me..."

Although the judge seemed to be enjoying the joy of "sentence" to Borg at this time, his light was actually looking at the monitor under the camera, watching the changes in the "white numbers".

It was at this moment...

The white number moved, and the "innocence ticket" increased to 8 at an extremely fast frequency. After pausing for a few seconds, it jumped to 12, followed by 16, 20, and then stopped and did not jump again.

"Oh?" Under the mask, the judge's face had a smile that could almost be cracked to his ears. He thought to himself, "What's going on? It seems that there is a very interesting guy who wants to play with me."

No matter how much he thought about it, his movements didn't stop.

Although the judge's arms did not look thick, he could firmly pinch Borg's face with one hand and forcefully squeeze his mouth open.

Without taking anesthetics, Borg watched helplessly as the other party put a pair of pliers into his mouth and randomly pulled out one of his teeth with a brute force.
Chapter completed!