Anticipation

Since the mysterious organization had managed to hijack the target ship right under their noses, they must have arranged a proper reception on the other end as well.

But their methods were truly dirty. As the saying went, the strongest fortresses were always breached from within. The Epoch Clan had guarded against every possible threat, yet never imagined that one day, their own people would be tossing EMP bombs around inside the ship's compartments.

At the same time, he was deeply shocked. These people had always been like rats, unable to show themselves in the light, and it had taken great effort just to catch one. This had led them to underestimate the organization's scale. Only now that it had made its move did they realize that spies were everywhere around them.

Still, no matter how many of them there were, they were only more rats. Could they possibly blow up every Epoch Clan warship? He knew that some Epoch Clan units were fully automated—Glow's most guarded foundation, used to ensure its own security. No spies could infiltrate those warships.

Their exposure would do nothing but make the Epoch Clan bleed a little, yet the price they paid was their lives. The commander silently pondered what could have happened to drive these people so mad.

"Where is the patrol team closest to XM768?"

"The patrol team closest to the XM768 Star Gate is XLXD1029101, at a distance of 2.6 light-years."

"Send them over. Issue the mission notice."

"Sent."

With matters on the other side arranged, the Epoch Clan commanders exchanged silent looks. Two-point-six light-years meant the journey would take time, and there would be no result anytime soon. All they could do now was wait on the XM1209 Star Gate side. If the target was still in the rear half