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

The night in Beijing has never been so bustling.

Some astute individuals have already sensed the unusual atmosphere.

The sound of hurried footsteps and car doors closing could be heard occasionally in the streets and alleys. People in military uniforms could be seen coming and going in the once quiet community.

Having done nothing wrong, their minds were naturally pure; they simply watched the military vehicles come and go with a spectator's mentality, discussing among themselves.

"What happened? Why is there such a big commotion?"

"I don't know, it seems like they're arresting people everywhere tonight."

"This has nothing to do with us. We'll just watch the show. We haven't seen anything like this in years! Is the government about to change?"

Those who had done the work, or those spies hiding in the shadows, were now restless.

If they had remained inactive, they might have been able to escape this calamity. But the atmosphere tonight was too tense, and the actions too sudden. They thought they had been exposed, so they all rushed to flee.

Some people tried to escape by climbing over the wall under the cover of night, but they were pulled down by soldiers who had been waiting for them.

Some people packed their valuables overnight, intending to leave by train, only to be caught red-handed by plainclothes officers who had been lying in wait at the train station.

Others attempted to transfer intelligence through underground channels, only to find their contacts already under control, essentially delivering themselves into the enemy's clutches. The speed, meticulous planning, and swiftness of the operation astonished everyone.

More people make mistakes in a panic than they get their mouths pried open during interrogation.

What started as just Su Qiming's case has far-reaching implications and involves many people. This seemingly minor incident has had a ripple effect, causing spies hiding in the shadows to believe they had been exposed. As they tried to flee, they were all arrested in the process.

This can be described as a truly unexpected surprise.

The military region sanatorium, the office of the retired leader.

The lights were bright, and the ashtray was already piled high with cigarette butts.

The old leader sat behind his desk, having not slept for several hours. But the medicine he had drunk that afternoon had left him feeling quite energetic, showing no signs of fatigue.

He increasingly felt that the girl was unfathomable.

He knew the people in that bureau; they were all capable. But none of them possessed the miraculous powers of the medicine the young girl had given him. He had seen it all; this girl clearly had extraordinary abilities.

He became increasingly curious and wanted to meet the little girl.

"Ring ring—"

The phone on the table rang.

The former leader answered the phone:

"explain."

"Reporting to the commander, the entire Su Qiming family has been apprehended."

"Okay. Have Sun Weidong come see me."

"Yes!"

It wasn't until around midnight that Sun Weidong, the military region commander who had personally led the arrest of Su Qiming's family, finally returned, travel-worn and exhausted.

Sun Weidong pushed open the door to his old leader's office, his expression complex, as if he had a lump in his throat that he couldn't utter or swallow.

Seeing his expression, the former leader quickly pressed for an answer:

"What's wrong? Is it not going well?"

Sun Weidong looked at his old leader with a hesitant expression, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Smoothly...very smoothly. Uh...well, it's just..."

"Just speak, why are you stammering?" The old leader glared at him.

Sun Weidong took a deep breath before speaking:

"I personally led the team there. Before we went in, we thought they would put up a stubborn resistance, so we made thorough preparations."

"And then what happened?"

"When I went inside, I saw—"

Sun Weidong's expression became even stranger:

"The family of six, except for their youngest daughter, were all kidnapped."

"Tethered?" The old leader was taken aback. "Who tied him up?"

"I don't know." Sun Weidong shook his head. "The key thing is—the evidence was neatly arranged and placed in the living room. And everyone had it on their head. We don't know who did this. Several of them urinated and defecated in their clothes; it's a long story."

He paused, then added:

"It looked like something a child would do. And they were tied up so tightly, it was difficult for them to even move a finger. Several of them were so moved when they saw us go in that they cried."

The old leader was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

Then he burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost cried.

"He's not a little kid, is he!"

He laughed as he thought.

I heard that girl is only eighteen, just turned eighteen. For a kid that age, doing things that upset her parents is already a good thing – they're lucky they didn't get a beating!

Sun Weidong was completely bewildered as he watched his old leader laughing like that.

He opened his mouth, then continued:

"Su Qiming and his two sons were likely severely beaten before they were kidnapped. His wife, however, did not have any external injuries."

The old leader waved his hand dismissively:

"So what if they hit us? They delivered the evidence to us, and they were even tying the guy up to prevent him from escaping. Let them vent their anger, that's good enough."

Sun Weidong looked constipated.

Does this sound like something their leader would say?

He didn't dare ask any more questions. After reporting his work, he saluted, turned around, and left.

As Sun Weidong walked out of the office and stood in the corridor, he couldn't help but shudder as he recalled the scene he had just witnessed.

The family was tied up like dumplings, neatly stacked in the living room, with evidence on their heads, and the whole house reeked of feces and urine...

Who exactly is this person who can do this so quietly?

He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, so he could only shake his head and leave quickly.

People came in one after another to report on their work.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Throughout Beijing, soldiers from the military region spread out like an invisible net across the entire city.

Some squads quietly surrounded the target residence under the cover of night, and while the people inside were still asleep, they kicked open the door and dragged them out of bed.

Some squads set up checkpoints at the train station, and those who wanted to escape overnight were pinned to the ground by plainclothes officers as soon as they took out their tickets.

Some teams followed the clues on the list and found new hideouts. They launched a raid overnight and found the radio transmitter and codebook hidden in the residential building.

Other squads set up ambushes in the suburbs, and those who tried to drive out of Beijing were stopped as soon as they got on the highway, and both the people and their vehicles were detained.

The interrogation room was brightly lit, and one round of surprise interrogations followed another.

Some people are stubborn and refuse to speak, but when faced with irrefutable evidence, even the toughest mouth can't hold out for long.

Some people confessed everything as soon as they came in, spilling out everything they knew like beans from a bamboo tube.

Some people even implicate each other, each accusing the other, and the more they bite, the more they investigate.

That night, the entire Beijing Military Region worked through the night.

The operation didn't come to an end until dawn.

A faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, casting a soft glow over the sky above Beijing.

Early risers gradually appeared on the streets, but they had no idea what kind of night the city had just experienced.

In the office, the old leader's desk was piled high with reports, and the cigarette butts in the ashtray had overflowed.

Xiao Cao walked in carrying a cup of hot water. Seeing his old boss's bloodshot eyes, he said with concern:

"Sir, you should get some rest. It's already dawn; let them handle the rest."

The old leader glanced at the gradually brightening sky outside the window and finally nodded.

He rubbed his tired brow and temples, and stood up with Xiao Cao's help.

"Call me anytime if there are any new messages."

"Yes."

The old leader lay in the hospital bed, but did not fall asleep immediately.

He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing, filled with thoughts of the stack of documents, the bowl of medicine, and the scene Sun Weidong had described—a family of six neatly tied up in the living room, with evidence placed on each person's head.

He couldn't help but laugh.

What kind of little girl is she?

He must see him tomorrow.