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

I've been busy for two more days.

Jiang Zhiyu released the supplies she had stockpiled in her space and the supplies allocated by the state in batches. During the day, she followed the transport convoy to the warehouse, and at night she checked the list item by item. She was so busy that she didn't have time to rest.

Fortunately, Ji Buzhi honestly ran errands and did odd jobs, which helped her a lot.

By the afternoon of the third day, the last batch of building materials had been received and signed for. Jiang Zhiyu had just finished making the last stroke on the form when she saw Ji Buzhi running over from a distance.

"Old Zhuge wants you to go to the command post; he says someone is waiting for you."

"who?"

"He didn't say. He just told you to go quickly." Ji Buzhi scratched his head. "Judging from Old Zhuge's demeanor, it seems quite formal."

Jiang Zhiyu dusted off her sleeves, asked no further questions, and strode towards the command center.

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment as she pushed open the door to the command center.

Besides Zhuge Yunhe, there was another person sitting in the room.

He was an elderly man of about sixty years old, thin but with a straight back. He wore a faded Zhongshan suit, the collar buttoned up tightly, his hair was gray but neatly combed, his face was gaunt, his eyes were slightly sunken, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Jiang Zhiyu had seen that look in Zhuge Yunhe's eyes before.

It's not the same kind of sharpness, but the same kind of depth—something that only comes to mind after witnessing too much life and death and traversing too many dark paths.

Seeing her enter, Zhuge Yunhe put down his teacup and waved to her, "You've come. Come and sit down."

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the table, her gaze naturally falling on the old man.

Zhuge Yunhe didn't keep them in suspense and introduced him directly: "This is Yan Nantian, Director Yan. He's the head of our country's underground intelligence team. Among the intelligence personnel you met in M ​​country last time were his students and his subordinates."

Jiang Zhiyu was slightly taken aback.

The head of underground intelligence—that's no small title. She'd seen very few people who could sit calmly and authoritatively before the old strategist. This Director Yan was like a sword sheathed, its edge hidden, yet nonetheless formidable.

"Hello, Director Yan." She nodded, neither humble nor arrogant.

Yan Nantian looked at her, his gaze slowly sweeping over her from top to bottom, finally settling on her eyes for two seconds.

He nodded slightly, without any further formalities: "Please sit down."

Jiang Zhiyu sat down next to Zhuge Yunhe, who poured her a glass of water before slowly saying, "Knowing you were going there, I notified Lao Yan two days ago to bring the documents over."

He glanced at Jiang Zhiyu, his tone tinged with disappointment: "You silly girl, you can't just rush over there without any preparation, can you?"

Jiang Zhiyu picked up her enamel mug, took a sip of water, and didn't respond.

She really wasn't prepared. Or rather, her preparation method was different from what they expected—her biggest trump card was never intelligence, but space and supernatural abilities. But that couldn't be said.

Ignoring the subtle understanding between the two, Yan Nantian took a brown paper bag from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Jiang Zhiyu.

"This contains all the details about the Fukuda family. Everything we've been able to uncover over the years is in here."

Jiang Zhiyu put down her water glass, opened the seal, and pulled out the documents one page at a time.

The brown paper bag contained quite a few things: handwritten excerpts from files, blurry black and white photographs, a hand-drawn family tree, and several newspaper clippings that looked like they were taken from old newspapers. She flipped through the pages slowly, but carefully, pausing occasionally to linger on a particular line of text.

The Fukuda family.

He is not an ordinary businessman.

Her fingertips hovered over a family tree chart, her gaze lingering slightly.

This family has infiltrated the political, business, and military spheres, and is one of the core powerful clans of the right wing forces in the small world. Their names are on the financial chains of a certain military unit, they have channels for supplying materials to the Dongguan Army, and even in the post-war military tribunal's trial list, members of the Fukuda family were cleverly removed, not a single one was listed.

The war was whitewashed, but the foundation remained intact.

What made Jiang Zhiyu's eyes turn even colder was the next piece of information—according to the intelligence already gathered, the Fukuda family also maintains a secret laboratory within my country. The exact location has not yet been determined, but judging from the patterns of their financial flows and personnel movements, the laboratory is very likely still operational.

"Bacteriological warfare, human experimentation," Jiang Zhiyu closed the document, her voice soft, but each word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, "Didn't they do enough back then?"

"It's more than just not enough," Yan Nantian sighed, his voice deep. "In the years since the war, they've outwardly laundered their money and gone into business, but they've never stopped secretly. Back then they did it openly, now they do it covertly. Their methods are even more covert?"

Zhuge Yunhe picked up the conversation, looking at her seriously: "Girl, your trip there isn't just about teaching them a lesson. There are two things you must find out."

He held up one finger: "First, their network and covert agents in China. Those two spies are just the tip of the iceberg; we must find out how many more networks are hidden beneath the surface and how deep they are buried."

He then raised a second finger: "Secondly, their secret laboratory. Where it's located, whether it's operational, what it's doing—all of this needs to be verified. If they can do this here, their network back home must be much deeper. You need to be extra careful about this."

Jiang Zhiyu was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Zhuge Yunhe looked at her, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. He remained silent for a few seconds, as if making a difficult decision, before slowly reaching into the inner pocket of his Zhongshan suit.

His senior brother's spirited appearance reappeared in his mind.

"Yunhe, I'll come back after I break their earth vein severing technique and dig up the dirty things they buried. You take the jade pendant; you can wear it when your senior brother returns. This time, we're going to dig up dirty things, so don't dirty it."

In truth, my senior brother knew that his mission that time was fraught with peril, yet he went nonetheless. Although he successfully broke their spell, he vanished without a trace.

He still remembers his senior brother holding the jade pendant, unable to take his eyes off it.