Sweden.
Police Departnt.
"Ugh!"
The person in charge scratched his head, extrely frustrated. A whole night had passed, and no clues were found, let alone the people. The wailing sirens echoed all night, and the heavy snow erased many traces.
It seems.
Resignation is inevitable.
"The press conference is about to start." The assistant with dark circles under his eyes ca in.
"Got it."
The response was weak and lifeless.
Soon after.
Tidying up his clothes, taking a sip of coffee to refresh himself, the person in charge went to the second floor. For such a big event, the news spokesperson could only stand aside, as it wasn’t related to them; he was the one responsible.
And.
Also the main responsible party.
At this mont.
The press conference scene was lively, with major dia from various countries present, eager to get the first-hand news. Most were just there for the show, caring only if the news had explosive qualities, nothing more.
In fact.
So unscrupulous journalists even hoped nothing would be found for an extended period; that way, they wouldn’t run out of news, just by visiting the Sweden Police Departnt every day.
"Have you confird the identity of the kidnappers?"
"..."
"Have the kidnappers contacted the police?"
"..."
"Have the three scientists t with misfortune?"
"..."
"Are their objectives money or transcription fluid technology?"
"..."
Each question was like a soul-searching inquiry, and he couldn’t answer any of them, only giving perfunctory responses. But the journalists didn’t mind; being unable to answer such questions was already big news.
With this scenario.
There were countless speculations, allowing more room to develop.
Onstage.
The person in charge also knew that these people’s imaginations could take the situation to worse levels, but he had no clue; he couldn’t just make one up, as that would be even harder to resolve.
Finally.
"To the villains who kidnapped the three scientists, I hope you surrender soon and ensure the safety of the three scientists. They have saved countless lives and are heroes to all humans."
"Such behavior is a serious cri."
"..."
A round of persuasion.
Although it certainly had no effect, it had to be said for appearances. Otherwise, if everything was unknown, this press conference would be aningless. At least these statents could salvage a tiny bit of image.
"Thank you!"
He bowed.
Stepping down from the stage.
Returning to the office.
"The Pri Minister wants to see you."
"Alright."
With a restless heart, he went to the Pri Minister’s Office. The pressure was on him, but it was even greater on the Pri Minister’s Office. This atrocious incident severely affected Sweden’s image. As the Pri Minister, he had to make every effort to redeem it.
The king.
Public Opinion.
International pressure.
Under multiparty pressure, they also didn’t sleep all night.
"Any progress?"
"No."
"..."
Listen.
Is that what you should be saying in your position?
Seeing the Pri Minister’s face looking bad, he quickly said, "We are expanding the search area; they can’t possibly leave by airplane." As soon as these words ca out, the Pri Minister’s eyes flashed with a peculiar look.
That look.
Clearly said: Are you kidding ?
In fact.
He wasn’t wrong in his deduction.
Aviation?
Unless soone lost their mind, they wouldn’t choose to leave by airplane. Of course, the person in charge knows this, but he also knows the blockade on land and sea wasn’t tight; after all, it’s near the coast.
With careful planning.
In truth.
He had many ways to hide and transfer the three scientists.
"Twenty-four hours."
The Pri Minister said.
"You only have twenty-four hours. If you can’t rescue the three scientists by then, just resign." Naturally, he wouldn’t be the one to step down; he’s the Pri Minister, not his turn.
As expected.
The person in charge didn’t resist.
After all.
This is standard procedure, not targeting him.
"Understood."
...
International.
Daybreak.
"Damn villains, return my scientists."
"Hand them over."
"I suspect this might be orchestrated by the Swedish authorities themselves. In such heavily guarded places, only the Swedish authorities have the capability to kidnap the three scientists. Hand them over now."
"Makes sense."
"Thief."
"Indeed, Sweden has both motive and capability."
"Thieves’ den."
"Thief."
"Robber."
"And they call themselves a developed country; their ans are despicable."
"..."
Online.
It’s already in turmoil. The resentnt was directly directed at Sweden; being the host and responsible for security, they had ample reason to suspect this was Sweden’s conspiracy.
Otherwise.
The villains wouldn’t have succeeded so easily.
"I suspect the so-called villains killed earlier were rely to confuse, to push the bla onto them. The second battle with the villains was just an excuse to disperse police forces."
"Yes, it must be; it was all to create a false impression of the villains kidnapping people."
"In fact, it’s an insider cri. No, it’s collusion, a staged play."
"..."
In a short ti.
Conspiracy theories began to spread.
The logic was seamless.
Making it hard to refute. This resentnt, transmitted back through patients and tourists from various countries, was imdiately caught by the dia, who embellished the narrative.
"International netizens suspect that this kidnapping is related to the Swedish authorities."
"There’s speculation the kidnapping was a drama staged by the Swedish authorities."
"The Swedish authorities are suspected to be the masterminds planning this kidnapping."
"..."
Spreading rumors.
They are professionals.
Creating sothing out of nothing.
They’re also experts. For journalists interested in tarnishing Sweden’s image, Sweden always held a rather cool deanor, now having the chance to pull them down and criticize intensely.
Satisfying!
In an instant.
Creativity flowed.
Sweden.
Thoroughly ignited.
...
Twenty-four hours later.
"Regarding this incident, I sincerely apologize. I didn’t anticipate this, nor was I able to implent effective ergency asures, resulting in the kidnapping of the three scientists. Later, I will submit my resignation to the Pri Minister’s Office."
One day.
Similarly.
Found nothing.
Clues.
All were fake.
Hope.
Shattered again and again, leading to despair. Thirty hours after the three scientists were kidnapped, various forces almost turned the ground upside down but couldn’t find any trace of the scientists.
...
One day.
...
Two days.
...
Three days.
...
A week passed, and Sweden was on the headlines every day. If it were good news, it wouldn’t matter, but it’s bad news day after day. Not found, conspiracy theories, execution... Now the Swedish authorities are under enormous pressure.
"Ugh!"
If only they had known.
The three scientists wouldn’t have been invited; the awards could have been delivered, or soone else could have picked them up. Of course, such thoughts were from regular ’spectators,’ unaware of the consortium’s plans.
At the mont.
The consortiums were also speechless.
Right under their eyes.
The chips weren’t even warm yet.
And the people were gone.
ticulously planned, pocketed but snatched, and they ended up taking the bla as the initiators. Sweden cooperated, and now it’s ssed up; they can’t just walk away.
The international community kept demanding explanations.
Constantly urging.
Even sent an investigation team over; their eyes seed capable of killing. The Sweden Police Departnt served them cautiously, allowing them to join the frontline investigation to understand the difficulty of this matter.
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