That afternoon, in the FBA press briefing room, the spokesperson stood before the microphone, facing dozens of media outlets below:
"Professor Gao is currently under the FBA's strict protection. However, he was severely injured during yesterday's operation and is in critical condition.
Tomorrow afternoon, we will provide Professor Gao with more advanced medical treatment.
Please pray for Professor Gao."
Every word from the press conference spread across the world through radio waves and the internet.
Rabbit Nation safe house.
The curtains were drawn tight, and the lighting was dim. Tianyi sat before a crude folding table, a thick intelligence analysis report printed on A4 paper spread out before him.
Standing before the table was a Rabbit Nation intelligence officer codenamed Old Eagle. In his forties, with an ordinary face and a gray jacket, he would never draw attention if thrown into a crowd.
His finger pointed at several lines in the report as he spoke rapidly and clearly:
"Major Tianyi, this is the result of our cross-checking recent news reports against intelligence from our sources.
The information sent back by our insider in Bald Eagle closely matches what the FBA has publicly released.
Professor Gao is indeed in FBA custody, but the intelligence about his severe injuries is definitely false."
His finger moved to the final paragraph of the report, where a line had been underlined in red:
"We believe there is an extremely high probability that this intelligence is intended to use Professor Gao's death to force you into mounting a rescue. This is an open trap."
Old Eagle raised his head and looked Tianyi directly in the eye, lowering his voice slightly:
"Major Tianyi, based on the intelligence analysis, this is simply too dangerous.
I recommend abandoning the rescue of Professor Gao and preserving your own safety.
Professor