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

When Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the heavy iron door of the command center again, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away. She didn't even turn on the lights, and used the dim light coming in from the corridor to enter the command room.

Then they saw Ji Buzhi lying face down on the table, clutching half a compressed biscuit he hadn't finished eating.

There was a note on the table, written in strong, vigorous handwriting. It was left by Zhuge Yunhe: "The interrogation has yielded results. We'll discuss the details tonight. You should get some sleep first."

Jiang Zhiyu held the note in her palm, let out a long sigh, and dragged her legs to the cot in the corner. She didn't take off her shoes or cover herself with a blanket; she simply slid down against the cold wall and closed her eyes.

But when her consciousness probed into the space, she found a completely different, peaceful scene. Two fluffy tiger cubs were chasing after Tiger Tyrant's tail, and the spiritual spring water not far away was still and calm, reflecting the ever-clear and dust-free sky above.

Perhaps because her consciousness was immersed in the space, Jiang Zhiyu's tense nerves finally found a moment of relief. Her breathing gradually became long and steady, her expression relaxed, and a very faint smile even appeared on the corners of her mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuge Yunhe quietly pushed open the door and came to this scene: one was fast asleep on the table like a husky, holding a biscuit in his hand; the other was leaning against the cot, resting with his eyes closed, a faint smile on his lips.

The command center was eerily quiet, save for the two men's even breathing. Outside, it was late at night, and all was still. The bridge, a testament to the hard work of countless people, was finally completed, and the tension that had been building for days finally eased.

Zhuge Yunhe looked at them, a barely perceptible tenderness flashing in his eyes. He didn't wake anyone, but quietly walked to a chair to the side, sat down, closed his eyes, and let exhaustion overwhelm him.

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When Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes again, it was already dawn. She rubbed her slightly sore neck and looked up to see Zhuge Yunhe and Ji Buzhi standing next to the map on the table. The two of them had their brows furrowed and were gesturing on the map with their fingers, but they didn't make a sound, like two mute people communicating.

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The laughter broke the silence. Ji Buzhi turned around abruptly, slapping his thigh with a sigh of relief: "Oh my god, you're finally awake! Old Zhuge and I practically kept quiet so as not to disturb your rest. And you, you laugh at us the moment you open your eyes!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and waved her hand, then turned her gaze to Zhuge Yunhe, her expression gradually becoming serious: "You left a note last night saying the interrogation had yielded results, what happened?"

Old Zhuge's expression immediately turned serious. He pulled up a chair, sat down, and lowered his voice, saying, "That woman is very stubborn; we've tried to pry her open up for ages, but she won't budge. However, the breakthrough isn't with her, but with that man. He has a wife and daughter; his weakness is too obvious. After a few rounds of psychological warfare, he'll confess everything."

"They are from the Fukuda family," Ji Buzhi added from the side, his tone tinged with coldness.

"The Fukuda family..." Jiang Zhiyu touched her chin, her eyes darkening slightly.

"Yes." Zhuge Yunhe nodded. "But their lurking here is not just for sabotage. Blowing up the bridge and creating chaos are just the most convenient and advantageous options for them at the moment. Their real purpose is to steal the core load-bearing data and geological survey maps of our cross-river bridge. That woman, on the other hand, wants to steal our genetic and blood samples, as well as cutting-edge medical technology data."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu's eyes sharpened instantly: "So much...you're up to something big!"

"Indeed, they have wolfish ambitions." Zhuge Yunhe sneered. "This bridge is a strategic choke point that we painstakingly built. Once this map, which contains the core stress limit and the location of the hidden stakes, falls into enemy hands, in the event of a future conflict, they only need a few precision-guided missiles to completely collapse this bridge from the inside. This is a hundred times more vicious than a simple explosion. I won't go into details about genetics; you all understand how many people they harmed back then."

Jiang Zhiyu tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her mind racing. The Fukuda family, huh? Since you've extended your reach here, don't blame me for being impolite.

Old Zhuge watched her touch her chin, a knowing glint in his eyes. Having known this girl for so long, he knew all too well—when she started touching her chin, it meant she was definitely holding something back.

Old Zhuge leaned closer and lowered his voice, asking, "Girl, do you have some kind of plan?"

He knew perfectly well what this girl had brought back from her trip to the US. He was full of anticipation for her actions, but outwardly he remained calm and subtly probed her.

Jiang Zhiyu gave him a deep look, her gaze seemingly able to see right through him.

Old Zhuge immediately straightened up, spread his hands, and put on an innocent look: "I didn't calculate! I didn't calculate anything! Don't look at me like that. I'm just asking, do you have any plans?"

Ji, standing to the side, was completely baffled by the cryptic conversation between the two and blinked blankly. But he was perceptive; sensing the atmosphere suggested they had something important to discuss, he chuckled and grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's arm: "If you have any big plans, you absolutely have to include me! I'm your most loyal subordinate; you can't forget about me!"

Old Zhuge glanced at him sideways and mercilessly exposed him: "Ji Buzhi, don't you dare add fuel to the fire."

"I didn't cause any trouble!" Ji Buzhi pouted, feeling wronged, then rubbed his stomach and went down the donkey path. "Alright, alright, I'm starving. If you two don't eat, I still need to go eat!"

As he spoke, he quickly opened the door and went out, thoughtfully closing it behind him.

Only the two of them remained in the room. Old Zhuge sighed, looking at her earnestly: "You want to go over there?"

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes speechlessly: "You still say you haven't calculated it? I could hear you calculating from 800 meters away."

"I really didn't calculate it!" Old Zhuge said helplessly, raising his hand. "But I know your temperament. We've suffered such a huge loss this time, and I'm still angry, let alone you. If you don't go, it won't be like you."

Jiang Zhiyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in her chair, and said calmly, "Let's wait two more days. Once there's really nothing here that needs me, and the routes are completely sorted out, I can leave."

A sharp glint flashed in her eyes: "It's time to meet that Fukuda family. Since they want data, I'll personally deliver a 'big gift' to them."

Looking at her, the old strategist thought to himself: Judging from your past behavior, could the Fukuda family satisfy you? You probably wouldn't be satisfied until you wiped them out completely.

For some reason, the thought of this girl going out to cause trouble again filled him with a strange excitement, a feeling that grew increasingly exhilarating. Could it be that spending so much time with this girl had made him feel younger?

He shook his head, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.