She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 665

Buck and Dustin moved with astonishing speed.

In less than two days, an exceptionally well-produced video analysis appeared anonymously across major platforms and dedicated military forums.

The title was pure clickbait, engineered to grab attention instantly:

*Tearing Off the Official Fig Leaf! The Providence Wasn't Sunk, It Was Bombed By Its Own!*

In the video, Buck wore a clown mask and Dustin donned a half-skull mask. Dressed in dark, eccentric pirate gear with a massive Jolly Roger flag hung behind them, their aesthetic provided an intense visual shock that quickly racked up millions of views.

They didn't show their full faces, but they played off each other flawlessly. One passionately pointed out the technical anomalies, while the other summarized them in crude, razor-sharp commentary.

They avoided boring their audience with dry data. Instead, they used a barrage of high-res screenshots from the live broadcast alongside simple, custom animations. They broke down complex naval engineering concepts—like inward versus outward metal fatigue, weld deformations, and extreme heat 'frost spots'—so simply that people with zero knowledge of ships could easily understand it.

"Use your damn brains, people!" Buck shouted, slamming his hand on a table. "If someone punches you in the gut, does the bruising push outward from your spine? Hell no! Look at this hull! This ship got stabbed from the inside out!"

Dustin chimed in, his voice icy. "And that knife was a pre-planted C4 charge! The rat who rigged it was hiding right there among the crew!"

At the end of the video, Buck leaned into the camera, his voice distorted by a mechanical filter. "We know the government's lapdogs will jump out and call us crazy, tell you we're making this up. That's fine! We welcome any so-called 'expert' to prove us wrong! Bring your evidence! If a single word we said is a lie, I'll let you kick my head around like a soccer ball!"

Between its unique perspective, indisputable visual evidence, and grass-roots defiance of the official narrative, the video detonated across the internet.

But it was Dustin's closing remark that truly maximized the mockery of the government.

"The Investigation Bureau is just spinning lies to frame a war hero who actually bleeds for this country. And you ordinary people he protects? Instead of standing up for justice, you let these corrupt politicians lead you by the nose. You're completely brain-dead. If Lucian Shapiro wasn't guarding your coastlines, you'd all be homeless and picked clean to the bone by now. You ungrateful idiots better find your brains and your conscience before it's too late."

Knowing the video would go viral—and that the government would try to scrub it from the internet—Loyce spent a day hacking into the official military forums. She locked out the administrator controls and wove several dead-man switches into the site's firewall.

It wouldn't be enough if the government brought in heavy hitters, so she had to monitor the network traffic constantly.

She didn't have to wait long.

As public outrage exploded, the Department of Justice panicked. Seeing their absolute authority questioned, their affiliated research institute released a swift statement. They condemned the video as "absurd, lacking verified evidence, and utilizing highly unprofessional analysis." They claimed it was a "premeditated attempt to incite the public by manipulating their patriotism," warning that "judicial investigations demand rigorous evidence chains and will not be swayed by internet vigilantes."

The Investigation Bureau, currently operating without an official head, was being run by a Deputy Director. But the man had no real power; he moved entirely on Yale Nash's strings.

Following Yale's covert orders, members of the Bureau went to the media, heavily implying that "foreign hostile forces are using misinformation to disrupt our judicial process and exonerate a criminal," pushing the narrative entirely into conspiracy territory.