"Sir, the immediate threat in the vicinity has been neutralized," reported the soldier.
Zhou Ling, clad in his combat uniform, looked up from his discussion with Lan Yin, focusing on the soldier. "Thank you, everyone. How is the status of the wormhole?"
The soldier saluted and responded with conviction, "The wormhole will dissipate within an hour. The engineers have deployed a jamming net to erase the Bugs' markings. They won't mistakenly enter Alliance territory in the future."
"Very well. Inform the team to return to the starship for rest. We'll depart for the capital planet promptly at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir!"
Lan Yin was about to stow away the signal receiver and head back to the starship when the device suddenly rang. A red dot appeared on the AI screen, pinpointing a location several dozen kilometers southwest of their current position.
