With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Kyoto Military District Sanatorium.

Song Bingzheng and his former leader sat facing each other, with two documents on the table.

"Go on. Tell me about that child from the beginning."

Song Bingzheng sighed, put down his chopsticks, and looked grave.

"To tell you the story, it all started when that child's parents were sent to the countryside..."

He started from the beginning: how Jiang Zhiyu's parents were sent down to Kaoshantun, how those people chased after them, and how they finally escaped danger through their own abilities.

"The child said that at first she just wanted to find out who those people were who were watching her parents. She never expected that the trail would lead her all the way to the capital."

The old leader listened very attentively, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"You mean, she found all this information herself?"

"Yes." Song Bingzheng nodded. "She said she discovered that those people in An County were acting under orders from here, and upon investigation, this led to the connection in the capital."

The old leader was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"This child is quite capable. Do you know where she learned it from?"

Song Bingzheng gave a wry smile:

"My former boss, I asked her about this. She said... some things are hard to explain, and just told me not to ask. She said she would protect herself, but everything she did was right. She didn't harm the country."

"I also thought about those people in that department, and then it all made sense."

The old leader gave him a deep look and didn't ask any further questions.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip,

"Go on."

Song Bingzheng took out the stack of documents from his pocket and handed them over with both hands:

"Former boss, these are what she compiled. Please take a look."

The former leader put down his cup and solemnly accepted the documents.

He put on his reading glasses and began to carefully peruse the book.

Jiang Zhiyu's compiled information was extremely detailed: from the origins of the group from Kaoshantun, to the corrupt accounts uncovered after they were tracked down to the capital, to the evidence chains of various smuggling activities, every single detail was written clearly and logically.

The old leader's expression grew increasingly solemn.

In particular, one document about Su Qiming made the old leader's face turn ashen.

Su Qiming is currently the director of a department in Beijing. On the surface, he is the descendant of a patriotic businessman, but in reality, he has long been bought off by foreign forces.

What's even more hateful is that he was involved in the fact that Jiang Zhiyu's parents were sent to the countryside back then.

The documents were so thick that the old leader spent a full half hour reading them.

Finally, he closed the document and slammed his hand on the table.

"Bang--!"

The teacup was shaken and jumped, spilling some tea.

The guard immediately pushed the door open and came in. When he saw it was the old leader, he slammed his fist on the table in anger and then silently retreated.

"That kid just brought us the list, and the next thing we know, our people are already persecuting his parents!"

The old leader was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and his voice trembled:

"How can we possibly accept those things?"

Song Bingzheng quickly stood up: "Old leader, please don't be angry—"

How can I not be angry?!

The old leader slammed his hand on the table again, pointing to the document:

"And this Su Qiming! He's incredibly audacious! Not only is he greedy, but he's also a traitor! How can we face these people who are so devoted to their country?"

His voice grew louder and louder:

"Well, one second I was laughing at the US, and the next second our country has produced this traitor!"

Song Bingzheng walked over, patted the old leader's hand, and said in a steady voice:

"Hey, old buddy, don't be so angry with yourself."

"We must stand up straight and demand justice for this child."

He paused, then said:

"And let's seek justice for our country. Now that you've lost your temper, who am I supposed to turn to for justice?"

The old leader finally calmed down and glared at Song Bingzheng:

"I've barely had two days to be happy with that list, and you bring me this again. Can't you let me be happy for a couple more days?"

Song Bingzheng touched the tip of his nose, somewhat helplessly:

"I took the child as soon as he was brought over. I didn't want anything to happen and for those people to get rid of him."

The old leader sighed heavily.

He sat back in his chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed an internal number.

"Hello, it's me."

"Investigate someone for me: Su Qiming, the director of a department in Beijing. Take him into custody immediately."

"Yes, it needs to be quick. We need the results tonight."

After hanging up the phone, the old leader looked at Song Bingzheng:

"You should go home and wait for news. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Song Bingzheng stood up, his expression solemn:

"You've worked hard, boss. I won't bother you any longer."

"Go ahead," the old leader waved his hand, "and thank your granddaughter-in-law for me. The country will remember this kindness."

"Wait, wait until we have some results here! Have that child come to see me."

"Yes"

Song Bingzheng saluted and turned to leave.

As he reached the door, he couldn't help but look back.

The old leader sat under the lamp, looking down as he flipped through the documents again, his brow furrowed.

This elderly man, who has dedicated his life to serving his country, is destined to have a sleepless night.

Song Bingzheng left the sanatorium with a heavy heart.

What he didn't know was that no sooner had he left than a large group of people arrived at his former boss's hospital room.

These people looked bewildered when they came in, but when they saw the old leader's expression, their hearts pounded.

The old leader sat in his chair, his gaze sweeping over everyone with a sharp, piercing look.

"Is everyone here?"

Everyone stood ramrod straight and replied in unison, "We're all here."

The old leader didn't say anything, he just threw the document on the table.

See for yourself.

The group looked at each other, bewildered, wondering what had happened.

One of them stepped forward, picked up the documents, and flipped through a few pages—

The next second, his face turned deathly pale.

This person was none other than Zhao Qi, Su Qiming's protector.

The reason Su Qiming was able to blatantly embezzle and accept bribes for so many years was largely due to his cover-ups behind the scenes. And those accounts clearly recorded how much money he took.

"Zhao Qi."

The old leader's voice was cold.

Zhao Qi's body trembled violently.

He hadn't expected things to be exposed so quickly. He hadn't even had a chance to move those things yet...

The old leader gave a wink to the armed guards beside him.

Several guards immediately rushed forward and seized Zhao Qi.

"Old boss, I'm innocent—"

Zhao Qi tried to protest his innocence, but his former boss threw the document at his face.

Show it to him!

A guard picked up the documents from the ground and handed them to Zhao Qi, showing them to him one by one.

The more Zhao Qi looked, the more violently his body trembled.

Every single entry in the accounts is crystal clear, with the date, amount, and person in charge listed.

He collapsed to the ground, unable to utter another word.

Those around him were drenched in cold sweat.

They never expected to be called over by their former boss so late at night, only to witness this scene. The men around them went over their past actions several times before finally letting out a sigh of relief—thankfully, they hadn't done it.

The old leader scanned the people present, his voice heavy:

"Look at this! A traitor is hiding right under our noses. What kind of work are you doing?"

"Let's not even talk about spies and traitors; some of our own people have been infiltrated and become spies, even staying in our important departments!"

He suddenly stood up:

Investigate! Investigate thoroughly!

"Give the order right now to arrest everyone on this list tonight! I want to see how bold these people really are!"

"Tonight's operation must be swift and discreet! One fish brought out so many; how many more are still lurking? Dig them all up!"

Everyone's expressions tightened, and they responded in unison:

"Yes!"

The old leader glanced at Zhao Qi, who was sprawled on the ground, and waved his hand:

"Push him down."

Two guards dragged Zhao Qi out.

The room returned to silence.

The old leader walked to the window, opened it, and looked at the starry sky outside.

A night breeze blew in, carrying a hint of coolness.

He stood there, muttering to himself:

"It's time... to break those people's resolve."

Outside the window, the Milky Way glitters.

In the stillness of the night, a storm is quietly brewing.