If he were to write his own confession, he would be able to cover up many things, which is clearly impossible.
Soon after the Prime Minister of Java Country agreed to the request, a pre-written confession was handed to him.
"It's very simple, just read this once. Come on, sign here."
He took the confession from the Divine Land People, glanced at it briefly, and immediately panicked.
His criminal activities, both big and small, from childhood to adulthood are all listed above, including bribery and corruption before he came to power, various criminal activities by his subordinates, and numerous evil deeds that he himself could not do, which he had others do in secret, such as assassinating political enemies.
These violations of the law would have been enough to warrant execution ten times over for anyone else. It's only because he wielded immense power that no one dared to pursue the matter.
In addition to his own crimes, there is a record of crimes committed by various high-ranking officials, all of which are included in this document.
This cannot be read aloud.
If I don't study, the worst that can happen is I'll be imprisoned by the Divine Land military, and I might even die.
If you recite it, you're truly doomed; even in death, you won't find peace.
Moreover, he still doesn't believe that the Divine Land People will stay in his country for too long, after all, the United Nations is watching from the outside. If he can stall for a few more days, things might take a turn for the better.
But his little scheme was utterly futile in front of Divine Land; it was like showing off Guan Gong. Anyone could see through it.
"We're not demons. Either you read it, or you stay here and wait."
The commander-in-chief did not take any further coercive measures; instead, he crossed his arms and looked at him with a strange expression.
"Let me think about it, let me think about it."
That's what he said, but his motionless body betrayed his true thoughts.
"Then think about it first, don't rush. Oh, and there's a little entertainment for you."
With a tap of his finger, the screen in front of him switched to a plaza on the ground.
At this moment, the square is crowded with people, and judging from their expressions, most of them are local residents of Java Country. They are trapped in the square by the defensive formation formed by the Divine Land army.
Before them, it was like a live song and dance performance; a large stage had been erected, and only a few Divine Land soldiers were standing on the simple stage, nothing else.
Just as the Prime Minister of Java Country was wondering what Divine Land wanted him to see, someone stepped onto the stage.
Two soldiers escorted a very fat man onto the platform.
He recognized the fat man; he was one of his men, practically his right-hand man.
Watching the fat man being led to the Taishang, he was somewhat confused. What was going on?
He soon understood what the Divine Land People were doing.
After the fat man was taken away, someone who understood Java Country quickly came forward with relevant documents and began to read aloud the fat man's usual violations. Along with his accusations, a large amount of evidence was also revealed at the same time.
The Java Country people, who were initially filled with resentment and anger under the siege of the Divine Land army, shifted their attention upon hearing this.
Although the Divine Land army trapped them here, at least they were treated with some courtesy when they were "invited" here. Apart from those who resisted, the others were not subjected to any forced harm.
The crimes revealed at this time were actually closely related to their daily lives, and many people became increasingly angry as they listened.
I've worked hard for half my life, and most of my wealth has been taken away by these scoundrels. How can I not be furious?
They explained all his crimes and punishments, and then two Divine Land soldiers picked up the fat man who was lying on the ground, seemingly lost in thought, and tied him to a pole.
Meanwhile, the Divine Land army behind the scenes changed its formation, arranging the Java trapped in the center of the square into several rows.
"Now, the right to judge them is in your hands. If you believe someone is guilty and deserves punishment, you can directly put them to trial."
As soon as the words were spoken on the platform, the Java Country people, who had been lined up, came up from one side of the platform as instructed.
A group of ten people were brought to the judgment table. Facing the fat man who was tied up, they were very angry, but the guy's arrogant attitude on weekdays still cast a shadow in their hearts.
The ten people looked at each other, did nothing, walked around the platform to the other side, and then went down.
The fat man, who had initially looked like he was about to die, now showed a hint of disdain.
These troublemakers were all afraid of him at this time.
However, soon after the crowd had gone through three rounds of taking the stage, someone finally made a move against him.
Before all ten people had gathered, the first person to go on stage took a powerful running start and delivered a full-force kick to the fat man's groin.
Although he has a lot of body fat, it's not enough to cover up this area.
That kick made his eyes roll back in his head.
But the man didn't stop; he went up and threw two more punches.
"You bastard, you've finally met your match! I can finally get my revenge."
He cursed as he hit the fat man, as if they were mortal enemies.
His action seemed to ignite something; the others, who had initially been watching from afar, then, as if they had made up their minds, came closer and slowly punched the fat man.
Seeing that the fat man was indeed unable to fight back, and that his own punch had indeed drawn blood, his initial tentative attack now turned into a powerful, swift punch.
Then things spiraled out of control. What started as being forced to go on stage at gunpoint has now turned into a frenzy where many people are scrambling to cut in line.
It's clear that he has a grudge against more than just one family or household.
A grain of sand in the grand scheme of things can be an insurmountable mountain for an ordinary person. Similarly, when this fat man was in a high position, a single word from him could affect dozens, or even hundreds, of families.
Within minutes, the Divine Land military was forced to intervene and bring the situation under control.
There was no way around it; this guy had already been beaten to death. If we kept beating him, it would be like desecrating his corpse.
The angry crowd was driven off the stage, but the farce was clearly not over yet; the next person awaiting trial was dragged up.
The Prime Minister of Java Country was drenched in cold sweat.
His eyes had lost their light, and he was completely lost in thought.
Given the current situation, the entire management system in Java may have completely collapsed.
Even if the Divine Land army withdraws, can they still take power normally as before? That's obviously impossible.
At this moment, Divine Land has shattered the balance between ordinary people and the high-ranking officials of Java Country. Even if Divine Land now, it is foreseeable that Java Country civil war for the next few years.
For him personally, the safest place at this moment is to continue being a prisoner of Divine Land.
After all, he knew very well what he had done. If he were released, his body might not even be able to be pieced back together when he was buried.