The maximum operational radius of these small reconnaissance ships exceeds fifty billion kilometers, with rotations every half month, using the armed ships of the vanguard team as supply stations.

The reconnaissance ships bear the toughest and most dangerous missions.

Although this is the frontier of the Empire's territory, it is still the Empire's dominions. The rovers active here must undoubtedly be the elite of their respective civilizations. Source Star is merely a C-level colony with no chance of victory against any enemy.

In the unfortunate event of encountering an enemy, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

If they encounter an enemy, they don't need to send an alert. The nine vanguard ships will determine the presence of enemies that can harm the reconnaissance ships by the disappearance of their representing signals.

In a sense, the crew aboard the reconnaissance ships are a suicide squad.

Moreover, according to the Alson Group's long-distance travel plan, these crew members on the reconnaissance ships will inherit their roles through generations and are not eligible for cryogenic sleep.

These crew members are mostly composed of individuals with lower Citizen Levels but possess certain talents in various fields. Their sacrifices will grant their descendants the chance to be promoted to Seventh Level Source Star Citizens, becoming civilians within the Empire upon arrival.

In the past, annual wheel-class transport ships have always operated this way.

The Tracker Spaceship switched to stealth mode, trailing far behind the fleet, even more so than the rearguard team responsible for guarding the rear.

At this moment, Ren Zhong sat calmly on the Iron Throne, with people standing below him.

On the left stood his trusted aides from the Ren Group, while on the right were high-level executives from the Nine Major Groups and the original Association.

Both sides had about two hundred people each, leaving a vast space between them, clearly demarcated like the Chu and Han boundaries.

Only Ma Xiaoling and Ma Xiaocheng, these two distant relatives, stood close to each other at the front of their respective camps, chatting casually.

At this moment, Ren Zhong did not announce the start of the meeting but quietly gazed at the three-dimensional star map of Source Star suspended above everyone's heads, lost in thought.

The people below gathered in groups of three or four, exchanging glances, occasionally whispering to each other about work-related matters, appearing particularly diligent.

Xiao Xingyue, who was originally supposed to be Ren Zhong's confidant and had many acquaintances in the Source Star Military Industry and the now-disbanded Promotion Association, stayed far in the shadows at the back of the crowd, seemingly deliberately avoiding attention.

"Those nine chairs commemorating the ancestors are gone; something seems off," said Ma Xiaocheng, hinting to Ma Xiaoling about his discontent with Ren Zhong's previous execution of most core members of the Augustus family.

Ma Xiaoling smirked, "What's so strange about it? You don't know him. You don't understand how much he hates the Nine Major Groups. He can't wait for them to be wiped out... uh... not including you, not including me. In any case, I believe what he says. Now we need to unite, decisions must be efficient, so only his voice can be heard. Those chairs only give rise to ambitions and fantasies; it's just right this way."

"But I'm not used to seeing him so condescending," Ma Xiaocheng shrugged. "When he worked at Deep Communication Group, even as a project group leader, he never wielded authority, always interacting cheerfully. His group members always praised him as very approachable, just like me."

Ma Xiaoling casually patted Ma Xiaocheng on the shoulder, "People grow, you know."

"You seem quite easygoing about it."

At this moment, Ren Zhong finally withdrew his gaze from the star map projection.

There was no need for a spoken reminder; silence returned to the room within three seconds.

"In one hour, the fleet will skim over the asteroid belt and officially exit the celestial boundaries of the Source Star System. Next, I will announce my fourth order. I formally notify you that according to the demands of the Empire Colonial Law Tracer Project No. 1 first amendment, I will carry out the purge operation on Source Star Colony when Tracker 154332 flies over Asteroid 73259."

"Purge operation? What do you mean?" Ma Xiaoling turned to look at Ma Xiaocheng beside her. She knew that her distant relative, who held the position of chairman of Deep Communication Group, must have more information.

However, at that moment, Ma Xiaocheng's eyes widened in shock.

Fifteen years ago, he had received instructions, both overt and covert, from his ancestor Ma Zhongfei, asking him to leave various technologies and infrastructures on Source Star. Although Ma Xiaocheng never cared about the lives of people at the bottom, his nature wasn't bad. He understood that the ancestors had changed their minds, wanting to leave seeds of civilization on Source Star, and this realization brought him a sense of relief.