Notification

"Intelligence confirmed—it really is the true Zerg Queen!" A shout rang out from the operations staff room in the rear.

"Didn't the intelligence department just say there was no way to confirm it? How did they find a way so quickly?" one staff officer asked in confusion.

"Yeah, could it be false information? We need to send a message and confirm it again." Another staff officer also found it strange. This was no trivial matter, as it would affect their upcoming battle plans. It had to be repeatedly verified.

The staff officer who had shouted acted quickly, immediately sending a message to inquire. Only a few seconds later, he received another affirmative reply.

The response was very simple, containing only the words, "Target confirmed. Execute the plan." It said nothing at all about how the confirmation had been made—concise to the extreme.

This reply, which offered only a result without any explanation, left the staff officers of the Think Tank even more puzzled. They became even less willing to act rashly and planned to bypass the chain of command and confirm the information directly with higher-ups.

"So that's how it is. I understand now." A staff officer who had been frowning in thought from the beginning suddenly cried out upon seeing the brief reply.

"Understand what?" his colleagues around him asked, looking at him in confusion.

The staff officer who spoke had an unusual original form. It was impossible to tell which race he came from, but he was certainly not from any of the powerful Inner-Ring Civilizations or Mid-Ring Civilizations. He was likely from some relatively small racial faction.

But no matter how distinctive his appearance was, as a carbon-based lifeform, he still followed certain fundamental rules shared by most races. For instance, his wrinkled skin and muscles, like