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

Just as her uncle's family was in a deep sleep, plagued by nightmares, Jiang Zhiyu finally woke up, her tense nerves relaxing. She remembered the original owner's parents.

I don't know where I've been sent down to. Once I get to Hong Kong Island, I'll have to find a way to go back as soon as possible. In this era, being sent down to the countryside was a matter of life and death.

Just then, she heard a commotion outside. She looked up at the time and realized she had slept for over ten hours; it was almost 11 p.m.!

Jiang Zhiyu slipped out of the space and hid in a corner. Her mind was unusually quiet, causing her to subconsciously overlook something!

By the way, 0047

"Host, what are your orders?" The little dumpling obediently lay in the corner of his consciousness.

How much longer until we reach Hong Kong Island?

[Host, judging by the fishing boat's speed, they'll arrive tomorrow night, which is why this group has begun their operation.]

"Operation? What operation?"

[Host, the biggest capitalist on this ship is Li Jiahao. He wants to seize the remaining supplies from the other companies on board before disembarking tomorrow...]

It thought to itself, "Isn't this all your fault? They're in internal strife now," but it dared not say so.

[Host, there's a box you must retrieve. Your appearance has disrupted the rhythm. The Li family are spies from across the strait on the mainland, and they possess a crucial piece of military information. It should have originally fallen into the hands of your cousin, Jiang Zhishu. This is her system mission. Submitting this information will earn her honor and support from the mainland military, and even…] 0047 didn't finish its sentence; it assumed Jiang Zhishu understood.

Jiang Zhiyu wasn't interested in honors or anything like that. But she had one endearing quality: patriotism! After all, she was a daughter of China.

Seeing that the host didn't directly refuse, 0047 immediately flattered, "..."

"That box is in the Li family patriarch's room, on the top deck of the fishing boat."

Having made up her mind, Jiang Zhiyu did not hesitate. Taking advantage of the internal turmoil, it would be safest to take it away in time.

Jiang Zhiyu quickly disguised himself, making sure his cousin wouldn't recognize him. Taking advantage of the chaos, he stealthily made his way to the top floor.

"47, scan the room to see if anyone is here?"

[Host's name is 0047. Not 47. From what I understand of your culture, the number 47 is considered unlucky. Humph.]

"Say one more word and I'll swallow you whole."

"No, no! It's okay if I'm wrong!" she said, and then started scanning mode.

[Host, host, we've struck it rich! We've struck it rich! Besides that box, there's tons of gold and US dollars in this room.]

Jiang Zhiyu felt like there was a small white ball bouncing around in her head. She said irritably:

"I'm asking you, is anyone here?"

【Ahhh! Ohhh! No, no】

Seeing the little system's delighted expression, Jiang Zhiyu couldn't help but become curious. Just how much of it was there that warranted such a fuss?

He casually took out a black wire with a hook from his spatial storage, inserted it through the crack in the door, and with a "click," the door opened.

"Ahhh, host, you're so amazing!" the little ball of light cried out again.

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes. "Shut up!"

[Oh!] The little system immediately fell silent.

Jiang Zhiyu then entered the room and locked the door behind her to prevent anyone from breaking in.

This room was much larger than the one my uncle lived in. The floor was piled with boxes, and the bed was messy, indicating that the owner had obviously left in a hurry.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't have time to look closely, so she put everything into her space, instantly making the room feel more spacious.

"Host, host, there's that file inside the small door on the left," the little ball of light quickly reminded him.

Following the system's guidance, Jiang Zhiyu walked to the door, opened it, and exclaimed in surprise, "Good heavens!" The room was small, only about ten square meters, with boxes piled from floor to ceiling. There was barely enough room for one person to stand in! Standing was the only option!

Without the slightest hesitation, she stored everything in her spatial storage and turned to leave. The system hurriedly reminded her, "[You haven't taken that box yet.]"

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback. "Didn't you say it was in here? I've already packed all the boxes."

[That old fox, the host, hid the box under that basin.]

Jiang Zhiyu then began to look around the room. It turned out to be a fairly large bathroom. She quickly walked to the sink, opened the cabinet door below, and inside was a silver-white metal combination lock box. Jiang Zhiyu casually tossed it into her spatial storage and asked the system...

Is there anything else?

[Without a host] Having received the system's instructions, Jiang Zhiyu did not linger any longer. She quietly opened the door and slipped into the shadows of the corridor.

The top floor was already quiet, but now there wasn't a sound to be heard, so it seemed those people weren't done yet. She started walking towards the stairwell, and the further down she went, the clearer the noisy argument became, filled with a tense atmosphere.

Jiang Zhiyu looked down through the corner of the wall. The spacious lower deck hall was dimly lit and flickering with light. Several people were holding torches and several groups of people were confronting each other.

Li Jiahao's face was gloomy. His suit jacket had been thrown aside, the collar open, and he was holding a dagger in his hand. Perhaps because of his anger, the hideous scar on his face twitched.

Three middle-aged men stood opposite him, their faces flushed, their eyes filled with suspicion and ruthlessness.

"Li Jiahao, don't think we don't know what you're up to! You want to take all the supplies on the ship for yourself? You'd better see if you're even capable of doing it!"

A burly man roared and kicked a wooden crate.

"Supplies?" Li Jiahao scoffed, a venomous glint in his eyes. "Right now, the supplies on this ship belong to only the four of us. All the crates are empty. Tell me, whose doing this was?"

"You're talking nonsense! We agreed to split the profits equally after we got ashore, but you've clearly transferred the money away secretly. And now you're trying to turn the tables on me."

Another tall, thin man suddenly drew a short knife and charged directly at Li Jiahao. The cabin instantly erupted into chaos.

The air was instantly filled with the smell of blood.

Jiang Zhiyu watched with great interest from the shadows; this little commotion was actually quite amusing.

Before long, the deck was covered with people lying down, groans rising and falling.

Li Jiahao was also injured, with a deep cut on his arm that kept oozing blood. After kicking the last person into the sea, only the Li family members were left.

Jiang Zhiyu got bored and, before anyone could react, returned to the corner where she had been hiding, re-entered the space, and lay down on the bed.

"0047," she said calmly, "go and sort out the treasures and boxes that the Li family received."

The little dumpling twirled happily in her mind: "Okay, host, you're awesome! Now that we've got the secret document, we need to contact the mainland as soon as we get to Hong Kong and send it back."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't respond. Her gaze fell on the pile of boxes in the space and the silver-white combination lock box, and she felt a bit of a headache.

The classified military documents must be sent back to China as soon as possible. As for this ill-gotten wealth, consider it the price they paid for their evil deeds. As for the whereabouts of the original owner's parents, she can only investigate them slowly when she returns.

I wonder how they are doing now.