Rabbit Nation, Upper Capital press conference venue
9:15 a.m.
There were still forty-five minutes until the press conference officially began.
Yet the press hall at the Upper Capital International Conference Center was already packed to capacity.
The invitations for this press conference had been sent out suddenly yesterday afternoon.
There had been no advance notice, no rumors—just a brief email:
"Rabbit Nation's Foreign Ministry will hold a press conference at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Your attendance is respectfully requested."
For reporters who covered international news year-round, this kind of sudden move meant only one thing.
Rabbit Nation was about to lay its cards on the table.
At this moment, the dark mass of people in the press hall included virtually every major media outlet in the world:
CN, the New York Times, the Washington Post, and others.
Footpan Chicken: NH, Japan News.
Kangaroo Broadcasting Company, BBC, Agence France-Presse, Le Monde.
KBS from the Stick Nation, Central News Agency...
And those anxious media outlets from W.
They had arrived first, and they were also the most restless.
Since the early hours of this morning, chaos had already broken out on their side. LQD had disappeared.
The villa district was in ruins. More than twenty agents had all been killed, and every surveillance system had failed.
No organization had claimed responsibility, and no clue pointed to the culprit.
But everyone knew that on this planet, there were only three countries capable of carrying out such an operation without alerting anyone.
Bald Eagle, Rabbit Nation, and Bear Nation.
And judging by the traces at the scene and the methods used, Rabbit Nation was the prime suspect.
"It was definitely them!" a Liberty Times reporter whispered to a colleague beside him, barely suppressing his anger.
"We have to pin it on them later! Kidnapping a