Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

The next morning, Zhou Hong came to Refugee Checkpoint No. 1 again, and in the courtyard of the checkpoint, he called together many refugees from both sides, nearly a hundred people in total, including two mentally ill old men.

All peacekeeping police were ordered to guard outside the compound.

Even Little Brown Girl and Clara could only play with clods of dirt outside the compound.

He could only watch from afar as Hong Jian and the refugees talked to each other.

……

Inside the courtyard, the spiritual leaders of the two groups, Mano and Nihe, were both dumbfounded.

Because this Prosecutor Hong seemed to have witnessed the entire conflict firsthand, and even his lines were exactly the same.

The nearly one hundred people they brought were mainly young adults, but also included some women. They were all involved in the initial conflict and were on the front lines during the armed clashes.

"You grabbed her hair first! You were cursing..." Zhou Hong pointed at a woman from the Deton people, precisely calling her by her name, as well as the name of the girl whose hair had been grabbed.

The woman had even forgotten what she had said, and when the UN prosecutor reminded her, her mouth formed an "O" shape in surprise.

Zhou Hong recounted how the conflict escalated, as if he had witnessed it firsthand.

"And then you, the first one to use the equipment!" Zhou Hong pulled a young man out from the Manbai tribe.

"You're the one who got hit with the stick, come stand here."

Zhou Hong gestured and recreated the scene step by step.

More than half an hour later, Zhou Hong drew a human figure on the ground with chalk, and then pulled out a young and strong man from Durton. "You were the third one to stab, and in fact, you stabbed the heart of victim number 1. You are the real murderer. The others who finished the job are guilty of desecrating a corpse..."

The young man was trembling and too scared to speak.

……

Half an hour later, Zhou Hong, having completely dissected the entire process, called the two spiritual leaders aside, leaving the hundred participants silent and trembling.

Mano and Nihe, the two old men, were deathly pale, staring at Zhou Hong in shock, completely speechless.

"It was a revelation from a dream, but I feel like I'm right, right?"

Zhou Hong originally wanted to say that the military's drone surveillance footage happened to contain the video from that day.

But when the words came out, they immediately turned into those of a charlatan.

"What do you two think about convicting someone based on a complete reconstruction of the events of that day?"

Mano and Nihe were still in shock from the "oracle" and had not yet come to their senses.

Zhou Hong felt that the longer these old men talked about their superstitions, the more likely they would end up with one of two outcomes: either they would convince themselves that God existed and even try to interpret every little thing as a matter of God's will; or they would completely disbelieve and treat their religious duties as a tool.

Of course, I don't know if God exists or not. After all, if the system exists, what difference does it make whether God exists or not?

"However, if we trace the root of the problem, it will continue to sow the seeds of hatred. Moreover, there is an element of passion involved in multi-person brawls."

"But according to your propaganda about your respective ethnic groups, such as holy war, as you wish, I can also define this brawl as a war. In that case, ordinary soldiers on both sides have no legal responsibility unless they have committed crimes against humanity."

"However, the commanders on both sides may be involved in serious crimes, which I need to investigate further."

"Whether this brawl can be defined as a war, I need to look for relevant cases, or perhaps this is the first case."

Zhou Hong sat on a small wooden table, while two elderly men stood shakily in front of him, listening to his eloquent speech.

Lighting a cigarette, Zhou Hong pondered, "Personally, I hope you sign a reconciliation agreement and promise that there will be no more holy wars or anything like that. If such rumors resurface, I think I'll send both of you to jail. I'm confident I can do that!"

"In addition, I will contact outside charitable organizations to ensure sufficient supplies for the refugee camps. As for the young and strong, there are many companies outside now, so I will also help you find jobs."

Mano and Nihe exchanged a glance but remained silent.

"Take a look at the settlement agreement." Zhou Hong took out two documents from his briefcase and handed them to the two men.

Zhou Hong considered this settlement agreement for a whole night. It was mainly a restrictive agreement with many constraints on both parties.

"Also, plea agreements. I need to arrest thirteen people, but since it's a crime of passion involving a gang fight, the sentences won't be very long if they voluntarily sign a plea agreement."

Zhou Hong then pulled out a thick stack of files, containing more than a dozen plea agreements.

"You two show them this. I need the results now. You have one hour to consider, otherwise all agreements are null and void." After saying this, Zhou Hong got up and strolled out of the courtyard.

As the first difficult problem encountered upon entering the ranks of international prosecutors, it is extremely important.

To this end, they did not hesitate to use "time rewind" to reenact the events of the case.

Yesterday afternoon, I already had a clear understanding of the case. I spent the whole afternoon wandering around the refugee camp, looking for the relevant parties, getting to know them, and finding out their names.

After all, in "time travel," if you shout at each other and no one's name is called, you don't even know what their name is; you only recognize their face.

……

Inside the swung Land Rover, neither Little Brown nor Clara uttered a sound.

The operation was very successful, with over a dozen people signing plea agreements. All the individuals were taken away by the police from the branch office that arrived later, while some officers stayed behind to take statements from eyewitnesses.

There was also a joint declaration from the elders of the two ethnic groups, with the two elders taking the initiative to assume responsibility and announcing a long list of things such as racial reconciliation.

In reality, the two elders signed a secret reconciliation agreement, promising to work within their own communities to eliminate misunderstandings about each other's communities.

Furthermore, in refugee camps, buffer zones are maintained between the two ethnic groups to facilitate the surrender of any privately possessed sharp weapons by peacekeeping police.

Zhou Hong, in his personal capacity rather than as a prosecutor, verbally promised the two elderly men that he would push for the provision of convenience foods to the refugee camps.

This must not be known to outsiders.

Of course, Zhou Hong didn't hide it from Xiao Zongmei and Clara, emphasizing that it was because he had agreed to the two elders' financial demands that they handed over the individuals involved, provided eyewitnesses and testimonies, and all the individuals involved signed plea agreements. The two elders also promised to ease inter-tribal relations and stood together to issue a joint declaration to both tribes, demonstrating their commitment to reconciliation.

But Little Brown Girl and Clara aren't three-year-olds. You think you can just say you'll throw a few coins into the refugee camp and solve this complicated group incident? You're kidding me.

"This is superpower, the superpower of the rich!" Zhou Hong concluded his explanation to the two of them with a single, confident sentence.

"Oh, we have to work overtime tonight!" Zhou Hong added.

That's absolutely necessary. The dozen or so plea agreements need to be rigorously reviewed again, and the case details need to be thoroughly examined to avoid any loopholes.

To avoid any problems arising after going to court.