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

There has been an abnormal contact signal on the west side of the supplies transfer station.

The signal transmitted by the wind-listening vines was very weak, indicating that the person's footsteps were extremely light and that they had received professional training. But even the lightest steps could not escape the notice of the vines clinging to the ground.

Jiang Zhiyu crouched down and rushed over, squatting in the shadows at a distance.

"Seventeen, scan that person's belongings."

"Scan complete. Target carrying: a small radio, concealed in the strap on the inside of the left arm; a folding dagger, concealed in the right boot; and—a trace amount of ammonium nitrate explosive residue on the right sleeve."

Ammonium nitrate explosive.

The bridge was blasted using ammonium nitrate.

Jiang Zhiyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just then, Tingfengteng sent another signal—an anomaly had also appeared in the northeast corner of the medical tent area. The person was lying motionless behind the tent, not moving, but lying in wait.

One is responsible for action, and the other is responsible for surveillance and communication.

Two-person team. Standard intelligence setup.

If you only catch one, the other will definitely escape. Then the whole net will become alert and withdraw, making it difficult to catch the other one.

The operation must be completed simultaneously.

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Jiang Zhiyu quietly slipped back to the command room and pushed the door open.

Zhuge Yunhe was deep in thought while looking at the map when he saw her enter and immediately looked up.

"Two targets," Jiang Zhiyu said in a low voice, speaking quickly. "One is outside the west wall of the supply transfer station, with a radio and explosive residue on his body; he's the one who blew up the bridge. The other is lying still behind the third row of medical tents, responsible for surveillance and communication. We must capture them simultaneously, without alerting them. Send two teams; listen to my signal, I'll count to three, and then act simultaneously."

Without saying a word, Zhuge Yunhe picked up the walkie-talkie.

Two minutes later, two elite teams arrived. One team lay in ambush outside the transfer station, while the other team ambushed behind the medical tent area.

Zhuge Yunhe looked at Jiang Zhiyu: "Are you sure it's them?"

"We'll know if we search them."

Jiang Zhiyu stared intently ahead and saw someone who had already reached the warehouse entrance. She picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke in a calm voice.

"Attention all groups, get to work!"

Two muffled thuds were heard almost simultaneously.

At the transfer station, a dark figure had just scaled the wall and reached the warehouse door when he was pinned to the ground by four hands. He struggled for a moment, then a knee struck his lower back, rendering him immobile. The bandage on his left arm was ripped open, and a small radio clattered out. A folding dagger was also found in his right boot.

The situation was even more swift at the medical tent area—the lurker was still lying behind the tent observing when six dark figures suddenly appeared behind her. She was about to reach for something at her waist when her wrist was twisted behind her back, and she was forced to the ground in the mud.

When the two were brought to the command center at the same time, their faces were filled with disbelief.

They were already being extremely careful—avoiding public appearances and contact with key personnel, transmitting intelligence in the most covert way possible, even using the latest miniature radio devices. How could they possibly be accurately located in just one night?

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the man who had blown up the bridge—a man in his early thirties, with an ordinary appearance, the kind who would be easily lost in a crowd. Sure enough, there were traces of ammonium nitrate explosive residue on his right sleeve, which couldn't be washed off.

But the person monitoring them was quite unexpected.

It turned out to be a nurse from the medical tent area, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a gentle appearance. She had been changing dressings and bandaging the wounded for the past two days, and no one had suspected her. Only when Jiang Zhiyu saw the list did her movements arouse suspicion. Her radio was hidden in a compartment of a sterilization box; if Seventeen hadn't detected a faint signal, it would have been impossible to find.

As the nurse was being escorted past Jiang Zhiyu, she suddenly stopped.

She stared at Jiang Zhiyu for two seconds, her eyes seeming to tear open a hole from beneath a gentle mask—revealing not fear, but hatred.

Then she suddenly glared fiercely at Jiang Zhiyu, her voice sharp and crazed:

"You can't defeat us! My family will definitely come to my rescue! Long live the Emperor!"

Jiang Zhiyu's expression changed slightly.

Little things in life.

"Your family?" Her voice slowed, tinged with amusement. "Tell me, which family are you? How powerful are you? I'd like to pay you a visit."

The nurse glared at her hatefully, her lips trembling as if she were enduring something. Finally, she forced out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You think you can do anything to my family in your poor China? Don't even think about it!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at her, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly—not a smile, but a condescending, almost pitying expression.

"Oh? Then we'll wait and see."

She turned to the soldiers escorting her and said, "She'll stay until the end. I'll let her see for herself what fate awaits her family."

The nurse's eyes widened, and before she could say anything, she was dragged away.

The command room fell silent again.

Zhuge Yunhe looked at the closed door, then at Jiang Zhiyu, hesitating to speak.

"Damn it..." he muttered, his face ashen. "No wonder the bridge-blowing was so professional, and the codebook they found on him was Japanese-style—it's the old tricks they use, striking while the iron is hot."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't reply. She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and her temples were still throbbing.

The mental exertion from a whole day is more tiring than digging through rubble all day.

Three venomous snakes were dragged out of the shadows. I wonder if there are more hidden behind them?

"Go back and rest," Zhuge Yunhe said. "There's another tough battle tomorrow."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and turned to walk out.

Behind him, Zhuge Yunhe put down his teacup, looked at the closed door, and remained silent for a long time.

This girl—

He thought she was just a capable young woman.

But those judgments, those methods, that keen awareness of the evil in human nature—these aren't innate talents, they're forged through hardship. Under what circumstances can such things be honed?

He dared not think about it further.