HBWMA -Chapter 355 Superhero

Silence fell over the crowd.

“No! She wouldn’t!” Jiang Huashan’s tone was firm. “If things had gone badly, she might have injured one or two people before her only means of self-defense was taken away, and then she would have become another ‘victim’ in the prosecution’s version of the case. So I wasn’t acting for myself—my first intention was to save someone.”

“If you watched the video, you should remember that at the beginning I only aimed at non-lethal areas. It was only when two of them tried to counterattack that I shot them in the head. If I only wanted to torture and kill them, why would I put myself in danger?”

The reasoning was solid. The female law student on the jury was already fully moved, nodding repeatedly.

“Objection! The defendant is confusing the issue. After the two men were shot in the head, the remaining men had essentially lost the ability to resist, yet the defendant continued firing and even encouraged the victim to shoot. The prosecution’s charges are directed at these actions.”

Just a moment ago, the prosecution’s representative had shamelessly insisted that calling rapists “victims” was reasonable, but now he only dared to refer to them as “men”—clearly aware that beyond the law, there was still human conscience.

Jiang Huashan let out a faint, contemptuous smile and turned toward the bench. “Your Honor, members of the jury, I want to ask you—do you believe that only physical harm counts as harm?”

The people on the bench showed different expressions. The psychologist, in particular, seemed as though he wanted to say something, but ultimately chose silence given the setting.

Jiang Huashan stood up, her clear black-and-white eyes filled with strength. “My grandfather taught me from a young age never to kneel, because a girl’s dignity matters too. Can’t you see it? The victim may have escaped physical violation, but her knees were shattered!”

“Not only physical harm is harm. Psychological pain is what truly kills. You can look at past cases like this—how many people are there? One year, two years, even ten years, and they still can’t escape the trauma. Their physical wounds have long since healed, but they never recover. Why? Because their souls have already withered.”

“So I taught her how to shoot. I forced her to face her fear. I wanted to help her stand up again—not her body, but her soul. Of course, I know my actions were extreme, but I had no other choice. I couldn’t think of a better way.”

“Before I rushed into that dark room with nothing left to lose, I called the police. But during that entire hour of gunfire, no one came to stop it. Isn’t that ridiculous? People criticize and curse, yet not a single person dares to step forward.”

“Your Honor, members of the jury, I have one more question. If the order and justice of this world temporarily fail, what’s wrong with being a superhero for one hour? Is a one-hour superhero truly unforgivable?”

“If that is also a crime, then why is no one putting on trial whoever kidnapped order and justice?”

Her minute-and-a-half self-defense speech plunged the entire courtroom into an unprecedented silence.

In the gallery, everyone’s eyes were fixed on her. At this moment, she was the brightest presence in the room.

Her words—“What’s wrong with being a superhero for one hour? Is a one-hour superhero truly unforgivable?”—ignited the entire nation of A.

The once chaotic online comments were replaced by a flood of unified red slogans:

—[Support Superhero Jiang Huashan!]

Half a minute after her statement, the courtroom still remained in absolute silence.

Gongyi Hui was deeply moved. It felt as though she had suddenly returned to thirty years ago. Back then, in order to investigate her daughter’s murder, she had secretly infiltrated a school, bribed a hacker to install surveillance equipment, and finally caught the killer. Yet the man was only sentenced to ten years for accidental homicide, with probation and later sentence reductions. Her daughter’s life was deemed worth only one year and three months.

She couldn’t accept that outcome. She had even stolen a colleague’s gun from the Judicial Bureau, intending to personally kill the murderer. If she hadn’t been stopped midway, she would have been willing to become a superhero for her daughter just once.

The prosecution team was left speechless, exchanging glances.

At that moment, one of their phones suddenly vibrated. The person glanced down, his expression changing instantly, and quickly handed it to the representative who had spoken earlier.

“Your Honor, the prosecution has just received a piece of verified evidence. Please review it.”

“What’s going on? There’s more evidence?” The sudden turn of events once again stirred the gallery.

The relevant personnel submitted the new evidence. After carefully examining it, Gongyi Hui revealed no expression and passed it to the other five jurors.

The prosecution finally regained a bit of momentum on their home ground. “The prosecution has already contacted the relevant military authorities and confirmed that the gun in the defendant’s possession… is not the golden gun awarded to General Shen by Country A. The defendant is lying!”

“How could this be?”

“Order!”

The murmurs in the gallery grew louder and louder, forcing Gongyi Hui to restore order once again.

“This is the golden gun awarded to General Shen twenty years ago. Its serial code is as follows. However, the one in the defendant’s possession is newly manufactured—both its model and serial code do not match the one registered in the military records. This is sufficient to prove that the defendant is lying.”

It seemed the path of proving torture and murder was no longer viable. Fortunately, the issue of the gun’s origin had taken an unexpected turn. The prosecution team quietly breathed a sigh of relief—after investing so much manpower and resources, a loss would ruin both the prosecution and the government’s reputation.

Gongyi Hui looked at Jiang Huashan. “Does the defendant have a reasonable explanation?”

Jiang Huashan smiled slightly. “My fault—I didn’t explain clearly. There are four generals who hold golden guns, but… the one I stole wasn’t my grandfather’s. It was… my third uncle, Shen Xi’s gun.”

As soon as she said this, Shen Jiao and Shen Lanxi both curled their lips into faint smiles.

Meanwhile, outside the courtroom—

Gao Zhi was squatting in a corner watching the live broadcast. When he saw Jiang Huashan submit the evidence, the foolish young master—who had been smiling dotingly—suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed as if from heart pain.

That golden gun honor was the only keepsake left to him by his mentor. The recipient of a golden gun could personally choose its model, which would then be specially crafted and registered by a designated military camp. The young master had originally planned to enroll in a military academy and then select a gun model he liked.

And now? Just like that, it had been handed over to Miss Jiang.

Laugh, laugh, laugh! Keep your mouth shut now! There’ll be plenty of time for you to cry later!

Back inside the courtroom—

The prosecution was completely stunned!

Jiang Huashan pulled a certificate from her thin folder and handed it to the court staff.

The staff presented it. After reviewing it, Gongyi Hui passed it to the jury. The jury examined it and then passed it on to the prosecution.

The document bore the seal of the 313th Military Unit. Attached were the golden gun’s design blueprints and magazine serial number—identical to the one in Jiang Huashan’s possession.

It’s worth mentioning that when Jiang Huashan fired that headshot, she had briefly taken out another gun. That one was a retired model gun Shen Lanxi had specially applied for to study military weaponry.

When the gun was handed to Shen Lanxi, it was just a toy. He later modified it for research purposes, and his project had received special approval from the military government—so it did not count as an illegal modification.

“Coincidentally,” when Jiang Huashan stole the guns, she didn’t know any of this. She assumed one was real and one was fake. Moreover, after firing that headshot, she never used the modified gun again, so…

The matter naturally slipped past scrutiny.

Watching Jiang Huashan speak with dazzling eloquence and twist the narrative so effortlessly, the prosecution couldn’t help but feel it was a pity she hadn’t become a lawyer.

At this point, the outcome of the contest between both sides was already clear.

Gongyi Hui announced a temporary adjournment, pending the final verdict.

Escorted out of the courtroom by staff, Jiang Huashan looked entirely different from when she entered. Gone was the earlier dejection—now she held her head high, a spirited smile on her lips, as if she truly were that superhero.