United Pressure

Eagle Nation, United Department headquarters.

The atmosphere at the emergency Security Council meeting was grave.

The documents on the long table were neatly arranged, but an invisible tension hung in the air.

This was already the second country this year to formally accuse Rabbit Nation here.

Just like last time, the accuser likewise could not produce anything that could directly—

Conclusive proof that Rabbit Nation was responsible.

What left the Eagle Nation representative who had initiated the accusation even more powerless was—

This time, they believed they had seized the opportunity. The very moment the dilapidated residential ship underwent a violent explosion—

Eagle Nation had deployed high-resolution reconnaissance satellites to photograph the relevant waters.

They had attempted to capture any suspicious vessels or signs of activity.

Yet the images sent back showed only a blanket of white fog, perfectly covering the incident area and dozens of nautical miles around it.

After the fog dispersed, they still found nothing, save for oil slicks left behind by the explosion.

Scattered floating debris indicated that something had once happened there.

Banana Nation's envoy stood at the podium, visibly emotional.

Waving blurry scene photos and chaotic verbal accounts from the crew, his voice carried a sobbing tremor:

"...This was a deliberate, naked attack! A blatant trampling of international norms!

Our personnel's lives were gravely endangered, and our property suffered enormous losses.

The responsible country must be held accountable..."

The rotating chair signaled that his time was up.

Rabbit Nation's representative, Wang, straightened the folder before him and rose with a calm expression.

Walking to the podium, he first gave a slight nod toward the chair's dais.

Then he opened a neatly bound report.

"Mr. Chair, distinguished representatives," Wang said in a clear, steady voice, transmitted through simultaneous interpretation into everyone's ears.

"Our side attaches