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

As the helicopter took off, Jiang Zhiyu looked down through the porthole.

In June, the North China Plain stretches out beneath your feet, with wheat fields interwoven with yellow and green, rivers meandering like lines, and villages scattered across the plain like chess pieces, with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys, creating a scene of tranquility.

Ji Buzhi patted Jiang Zhiyu on the shoulder.

"Boss, you're a true friend, you didn't leave me out!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him with amusement.

"Don't you usually go on missions?"

"Hey! Don't even mention it, they never call me that in private, and they've given me a bunch of nicknames."

Then he suddenly leaned closer to Jiang Zhiyu and lowered his voice.

"Would you like to know what its nickname is?"

"I don't want to know," Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes.

"Don't be so serious! I'm just trying to lighten the mood! You're all so stiff."

Then he looked at everyone and sighed.

Don't be fooled by his constant interruptions; he's actually feeling terrible inside. He's been an orphan since childhood and knows what it's like to be without family. He's even more afraid of what's to come.

Less than an hour later, the helicopter began its descent.

The moment Jiang Zhiyu stepped out of the cabin, a gust of dry, hot wind rushed towards her, carrying the smell of coal ash and sycamore leaves.

Everything was so vibrant.

Jiang Zhiyu's heart tightened involuntarily.

In a few days, this place will be a wasteland. I wonder how many homes will be buried.

The people disembarking from the plane all had solemn expressions, and no one spoke. Zhong Dingwen walked ahead at a fast pace, while Ji Buzhi also kept quiet, following behind without uttering a sound.

Upon arriving at the temporary command post, the door opened to reveal Zhuge Yunhe sitting at the table, one hand supporting his forehead, wearily pinching his brow.

I hadn't seen him for a few days, and he looked like he had aged several years. His eyes were sunken, his cheekbones were more prominent, and his gray hair stood up in a messy, upright manner. There were three or four teacups on the table, all of them empty.

He looked up when he heard the door open.

The moment he saw Jiang Zhiyu, his eyes suddenly lit up!

Hey! Girl! You're finally here!

He stood up, his tone filled with a sense of relief and joy: "With you here, this old man can finally relax a bit."

Zhong Dingwen and the others greeted the old director and waited quietly for further instructions.

Jiang Zhiyu greeted her and then got straight to the point.

"What are the next plans? Please tell me."

Zhuge Yunhe didn't beat around the bush. He picked up a thick list from the table and handed it over.

"According to your rules for collecting supplies, I've already organized everything—the exact quantity and storage location are all clearly written on it."

Jiang Zhiyu opened the list and glanced at it.

There are many varieties and an astonishing number of them.

Zhuge Yunhe's expression was solemn: "Girl, according to your rules, these places are currently unguarded within a ten-mile radius. Except for the coal mine, which is underground, I've arranged everything else. You just need to go and transport it."

He paused, his voice deepening, "These are all core assets of our country; we absolutely cannot be careless. Once they're collected, keep them with you for now, and take them out after reconstruction here. Is that alright?"

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then looked at Jiang Zhiyu with a hint of concern in his eyes: "Girl, is this too much? What impact will it have on you? Take as much as you can, and it's okay if you can't take it all. I can just have the army take the rest away. We still have time."

Jiang Zhiyu closed the list and nodded.

"No problem, we can collect them all."

Zhuge Yunhe was taken aback.

He knew better than anyone how much of that stuff there was—especially the coal mine, piled up underground in a dark, dense mass; just looking at the list made his scalp tingle.

This girl says she can collect them all?

He opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't ask any more questions. Now wasn't the time to be curious about these things.

"Okay." He took out a special key from his pocket, then a document stamped with a red seal, and solemnly handed it to Jiang Zhiyu. "Take this; the address is at the bottom. Go there now."

Then he remembered something else: "By the way, have you delivered all the relief supplies?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "It's arrived. Should we send some over first, or wait until I return for scheduled deliveries?"

"No rush. Go collect these essential supplies first. I'll find a few safe drop-off points, give you the necessary relief supplies and quantities, and then you can deliver them to those points. We're still preparing."

"good."

Jiang Zhiyu took the list and documents, turned around and left.

Time was tight and the task was heavy. Everyone was on edge.

-

Our first stop was Kaiyuan Coal Mine.

The jeep traveled for nearly an hour on the bumpy road, arriving at the coal mine close to noon. Jiang Zhiyu rummaged through her spatial storage and pulled out a cooked meal, pretending to take it out of her bag. She took a couple of bites, wiped her mouth, and got out of the car.

The atmosphere in the mining area was very quiet—too quiet.

The sentries at the gate stood ramrod straight; they were clearly soldiers in civilian clothes.

Jiang Zhiyu walked over and handed over the document stamped with a red seal.

The sentry took it and glanced at it, his expression changed slightly, then he stood at attention, saluted, and stepped aside to let him pass.

Jiang Zhiyu entered the mining area and followed the signs deeper into the mine. The surrounding area had ceased operations; only a few emergency lights remained, dimly illuminating the tunnel walls.

Once she confirmed that no one was around, she teleported directly to the depths of the pit.

Before me lay nothing but darkness—not darkness, but coal.

Large quantities of coal were piled up neatly on both sides of the tunnel. Important mining equipment, transportation machinery, ventilation systems… all were gathered on the open ground next to Shaft No. 3, exactly as listed on the inventory list.

Without saying a word, Jiang Zhiyu opened the space and collected everything.

The amount of supplies this time was enormous. Coal mines, equipment, machinery—each item carried substantial weight, continuously surging into the space. She felt a strong wave of dizziness wash over her, her vision blurred, and she stumbled, grabbing the rock wall beside her for support.

She quickly took out a cup of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage and gulped it down.

The cool, sweet liquid entered her throat, instantly restoring her energy by half. The dizziness subsided, and she steadied herself, using her mental power to scan the entire mining area, confirming that everything had been collected. Only then did she begin her ascent.

She walked out of the mine, nodded to the soldier at the door, and got into the jeep.

"Next stop, a warehouse in the suburbs."

-

The jeep was parked in a rather secluded location.

The terrain in the suburbs is flat and there are no obstructions on the surroundings. In the distance, you can see rows of simple warehouses—like large granaries, tall and large, with tin roofs reflecting the sunlight.

Jiang Zhiyu scanned the area with her mental power. There was indeed no one within ten miles.

She didn't take the documents; she simply teleported into the warehouse.

She collected all the supplies at once, except for those from the bank.

By the time the guards outside noticed, the warehouse was already empty, and Jiang Zhiyu had long since left.

Just as the staff on duty were about to report, an instruction came through the walkie-talkie: "Ignore everything, follow orders."

-

By the time she returned to the command center, it was already quite late.

Zhuge Yunhe was standing at the table looking at a map when he heard footsteps. He looked up, saw her, and asked, "Did you finish? Are you tired? You're quite the hard worker."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "Except for banks."

"Yes, we have to go to the bank tonight," Zhuge Yunhe said knowingly.

He glanced at Jiang Zhiyu's expression and frowned slightly. "Hey! I've got you working right away—have you eaten? Come on, I'll take you to eat."

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head: "I'm not hungry, I just had a bite to eat."

She paused for a moment, then looked out the window.

Outside the window, it's evening in this city.

"I want to go out for a walk," she said softly, "to see the city one last time."

Zhuge Yunhe remained silent for a moment.

He looked at the myriad lights outside the window, and his expression became serious.

"...Let's go take a look."