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

East Timor has several naming systems, including traditional names of various ethnic groups and Portuguese names. Portuguese names are very popular among East Timor's elite and urban residents, and their meanings are often related to religious figures.

Little Brown Girl's grandfather, Speaker Carlos, is a typical example.

He was in his sixties, his face was full of wrinkles, and his health was somewhat weak due to his long-term imprisonment by the Indonesian authorities, but his words were very persuasive and gave people a sense of conviction. Perhaps this is the quality that a leader must possess.

"Do you believe that the Bancasura organization will become a major threat to our new government?" Speaker Carlos slowly sipped the tea that Zhou Hong had brought.

Zhou Hong nodded: "Yes, it's alright now that the peacekeeping troops and police are here, but once they all withdraw, I think the influence of the Bankasulas on the civilian population will be even greater than that of the new government. Many of your local military and police personnel are actually members of the Bankasulas' organization. I think this needs to be strictly prohibited."

Speaker Carlos remained silent, lost in thought.

During this meeting, the international prosecutor leading his granddaughter's team wanted to pay him a visit. He was only doing so out of courtesy, to give his beloved granddaughter face.

Although this international prosecutor was the youngest, his granddaughter said he was very capable and even refused her suggestion to change his mentor.

But when I met him today, I was speechless. No wonder my granddaughter likes working with him. Little girls all like this kind of guy, right?

But as they talked, Speaker Carlos fell silent.

"I know that some bigwigs in your party are also supporting their own Bankasula organization behind the scenes, spying on the opposition, and even threatening political enemies.

"Oh?" Speaker Carlos was surprised again and looked at Zhou Hong.

I thought he was just young and full of enthusiasm, which is why he came to talk to me. But I didn't expect that this guy had such a clear understanding of the current situation.

"Speaker, using social groups as bargaining chips against political opponents is like drinking poison to quench thirst. If social groups are not managed through party affiliation, they will inevitably become like gangs, and ultimately, it will be a corrupt and money-driven politics. This is still a relatively good outcome, provided that the government can control the gangs. But if East Timor continues to develop like this, after the peacekeeping troops and police withdraw, I'm afraid the gangs will eventually overturn the table. In particular, many gangs have close ties with Indonesia. Indonesia is the most unwilling to see East Timor's stability and prosperity. Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that their occupation of East Timor was a mistake? If East Timor continues to be in chaos, then naturally there will be voices saying, 'Look, you can't even govern yourselves. Only we, as political strongmen, can provide you with a peaceful environment for development.'"

After a pause, Zhou Hong slowly leaned back on the sofa. "In short, these are just my humble opinions."

"So, what do you think I should do?" Speaker Carlos asked with interest.

Zhou Hong knew that if he was just there to ask questions, the old man would only see him as a legal expert who only knew theory.

But since he had come to seek his help, he continued, "I know that the Director General of the Dili Police Department is your ally. He has repeatedly opposed our peacekeeping police department's plans and is one of the main proponents of urging the peacekeeping troops and police to withdraw. I know that he just wants to demonstrate his independent political nature and wants to seize police power as soon as possible, but he is wrong. Many things need to be done step by step. I am currently planning to crack down on several Bankhasula organizations. I hope you can persuade him to give me the green light."

"You're planning to attack Bancasura? Or just a few?" Speaker Carlos asked, his face full of surprise.

"Yes, including the largest Bankhasura—the Lotus Brotherhood of Loyal Hearts; the Wisdom Sons of the Earth, KORK; and the Black Ants."

Carlos looked at Zhou Hong in disbelief. This was one of the three largest Banca Soula groups in East Timor.

Zhou Hong continued, "I know that although the Lotus Brotherhood originated from an organization that supports the opposition in Indonesia, KORK is a powerful tool to support your party in its fight against the opposition. It can support one faction while attacking another, and it is based on a strong government. Otherwise, it will eventually be turned on and controlled. It's better to use this opportunity now, while international forces are still in place, to eliminate these hidden dangers in one fell swoop!"

"Tomorrow, my office will begin a large-scale roundup of the Black Ants. The Speaker can observe the results, but I need the Speaker to speak with your old friend and ask for his approval for my office's cross-regional operation against the Black Ants organization."

"Speaker, I know you need time to consider. I'll wait for your good news." With that, Zhou Hong stood up, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.

……

Sally's vision was completely dark, and her hands were handcuffed behind the chair.

But she wasn't scared; instead, she felt slightly excited.

She could even imagine who had kidnapped her: the eighteen-year-old international prosecutor from Thailand.

These past few days, based on information given by an old acquaintance, she has been preparing to drop a bombshell.

Although it was surprising that the sons of the Xiang Kingdom's powerful families could discover that he was being followed and photographed so quickly, they didn't expect that the Xiang Kingdom's powerful families were just that—powerful families. Did they really think that intimidating him would make him back down? Did they really think this was the Xiang Kingdom?

Taking this opportunity, I will expose the true face of this 18-year-old prosecutor and write a column. The privilege and corruption of this Asian country will once again be exposed to the international community. Soon, human rights journalists will once again bombard the darkness of this country. As the one who has sounded the battle horn, I will surely gain great fame and become one of Australia's most popular journalists.

Even their own writings could be used to criticize the bloated and inefficient UN agencies, which allow so-called 18-year-old prosecutors to enter peacekeeping operations, and many peacekeeping operations are a waste of UN funds.

Starting with a single individual from the sons of powerful and wealthy families in the Xiang Kingdom, a campaign was launched to attack the flaws of the United Nations. He himself was the spearhead who ignited this storm of public opinion.

"Oh, thank God, thank this child for his lawlessness," Sally thought to herself, overjoyed and thanking the Creator.

Suddenly, the black cloth was roughly ripped off, and Sally opened her eyes, staring blankly at the scene before her.

Contrary to her expectations, the arrogant face of the "Prosecutor Hong" was nowhere to be seen. Inside the small, dark room, several armed East Timorese government soldiers stood guard as if facing a formidable enemy.

Before her stood a middle-aged man in a black suit. He then showed Lisa his identification: "Security Affairs Bureau, Ministry of National Defense."

Lisa knew about this department; it was similar to the Ministry of the Interior or the Ministry of Homeland Security in many countries. The East Timorese government had just been established, and many agencies were being set up within a large framework.

"Tell me what you know," the security official said curtly.

"Me? What do I know? Do you even know who I am? I am a journalist authorized by the United Nations and your government. Your actions violate the Geneva Conventions and Additional Protocol No. 1!"

"Don't talk to me about laws or conventions. You're a suspect. I'm not questioning your right to interview or your freedom of action. Your actions have nothing to do with your identity as a journalist. You're secretly spying on a top-secret operation involving national security. Tell me, who's behind you!" As the security officer waved his hand, a soldier brought over a basin of water and some specially made absorbent paper. Clearly, he didn't want to waste any more words and was preparing to subject her to waterboarding.

Sally panicked immediately. "I didn't, I didn't, don't frame me! Don't..."