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"Briefing."
The aide beside him swiftly swiped across the tablet.
He pulled up the highest-priority message that had just been received, along with preliminary damage assessment images.
"Sir, approximately twenty-five minutes ago, at around 1:35 a.m. Rabbit Nation time.
Our Seventh Fleet flagship, the carrier Japan Footpan Chicken, was in Rabbit waters.
Its command center and critical areas suffered multiple violent internal explosions of unknown cause!
The preliminary assessment indicates precise demolition. The CIC was severely damaged, command and core communications are paralyzed, and casualties remain unknown!
The fleet has entered maximum alert, but... no external source of attack has been detected!
No missiles, no aircraft, no submarine signals! The explosions seemed to occur inside the ship out of thin air!"
Internal precision demolition? The President's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
It was not the fleet confrontation or saturation missile strike he had anticipated, but internal sabotage?
That was more terrifying than an open military conflict!
What kind of terrifying intelligence infiltration and operational capability would that require?
"Rabbit Nation's movements?" His voice was hoarse.
"The other side... is currently maintaining radio silence. There has been no public statement, and no abnormal military movements have been observed."
Cold sweat beaded on the aide's forehead.
The President slowly closed his eyes and considered the entire incident.
Thirty minutes later, when the helicopter landed on the South Lawn of the White Palace,
the President was already being escorted swiftly into the White Palace.
The group quickly crossed the foyer and turned into an ordinary-looking corridor.
At the end of the corridor stood a dark wooden wall panel without any markings.
The wooden panel opened, revealing a dedicated elevator leading underground.
When the elevator doors opened again, a fingerprint scanning platform stood before them.
The President stepped forward and pressed his right palm against