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

After finishing their meal, the soldiers immediately took their positions: the soldiers on guard gripped their rifles, their sharp eyes scanning the area around the cave entrance; the soldiers counting heads were buried in the pile of boxes, their pens scratching on their notebooks, occasionally whispering out numbers like "twenty rifles" and "one box of grenades"; the soldiers responsible for restoring the camouflage carefully put the vines back in place, striving to make sure there was no trace of disturbance.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the stone wall, watching them work methodically, and her sense of security grew stronger. Only when the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the vines, casting dappled shadows on the ground, did the soldier in charge of the inventory breathe a sigh of relief and close his notebook: "Reporting to Commander Song, the inventory is complete, consistent with the initial estimate!"

Song Yanzhou nodded, signed the document, and walked to Jiang Zhiyu's side: "Now that the inventory is complete, I'll see you down the mountain."

Jiang Zhiyu stood up, dusted off her clothes, and said, "Let's go."

The two retraced their steps, remaining silent the entire way. The forest was so quiet that only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the sound of their footsteps could be heard, yet the atmosphere wasn't awkward. As they neared the village entrance, a sharp "whoosh" pierced the air; a bullet grazed Jiang Zhiyu's ear and embedded itself in a nearby tree trunk, sending splinters flying.

"Watch out!" Song Yanzhou lunged forward almost instinctively, pinning Jiang Zhiyu down.

Jiang Zhiyu had actually already scanned the bullet trajectory with her mental abilities, but she was still taken aback by his lightning-fast reaction—this guy's alertness was even stronger than that of high-level ability users in the apocalypse.

"Get out of the way!" Song Yanzhou quickly flipped over and jumped up, pulled out his pistol and pointed it in the direction the bullet came from, and fired a shot back, but missed the target.

"5 o'clock, behind the big tree." Jiang Zhiyu lay on the ground, using his mental abilities to lock onto the target. "It's actually Wang Qiang from the educated youth settlement."

Song Yanzhou's eyes sharpened. He adjusted his angle and fired another shot at the 5 o'clock position. A scream was heard, followed by the sound of a gun falling to the ground. The two rushed over and found Wang Qiang lying on the ground, clutching his bleeding arm, his gun lying beside him.

Wang Qiang raised his head, glaring at them fiercely: "You found it, didn't you? That batch of weapons!"

Song Yanzhou feigned ignorance: "Found what? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Stop pretending!" Wang Qiang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "You came with a small team, just to scare the tiger? Did you find it?" He obviously hadn't noticed the main force in the cave and thought it was just Song Yanzhou and his few companions.

Song Yanzhou frowned deeply—he hadn't expected there to be a spy among the educated youth, and they'd probably already leaked the information. The original plan was to release a warning after the weapons were transported away to lure the spies out, but now it seemed he had to prepare in advance.

Without a word, Jiang Zhiyu pulled a rope from her backpack (naturally from her spatial storage) and quickly tied Wang Qiang up tightly. "What do we do now?" she asked Song Yanzhou.

Song Yanzhou tore off his sleeve, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into Wang Qiang's mouth. Then he asked Jiang Zhiyu, "Is there any more rope?"

Using his backpack as cover, Jiang Zhiyu took out a rope and handed it over. Song Yanzhou took it and tied Wang Qiang securely to a piece of wood. He then looked around and found a spot with particularly dense vines, moving Wang Qiang there and hiding him behind the vines. "That's all for now. I'll go up the mountain later and have someone take him back to the cave to keep an eye on him."

Seeing her turn around, Jiang Zhiyu quietly activated her wood-type ability. The surrounding vines seemed to come alive, rapidly spreading and growing, wrapping Wang Qiang up even more tightly. Not to mention a person, even a dog with a keen sense of smell would never be able to detect him unless it got very close.

The two had just finished dealing with the situation and were walking down the mountain when they saw the brigade leader running towards them, panting, with four militiamen carrying sickles and homemade guns. "What happened? What happened?" the brigade leader shouted from afar. "We heard gunshots on the front of the mountain. Did you encounter any wild animals?"

Song Yanzhou put away his gun and calmly said, "It's nothing. We just shot a wild game. The soldiers will have an extra meal tonight."

The captain and the militiamen breathed a sigh of relief and asked one after another, "You didn't encounter any big cats (tigers), did you? We still feel scared thinking about that black bear incident a while ago."

"We didn't see them," Song Yanzhou shook his head. "They probably smelled the crowd and ran away a long time ago. We'll increase patrols these next couple of days to ensure the village's safety."

The brigade leader nodded repeatedly and warmly invited, "You two haven't eaten yet, have you? Come to my house and have something to eat. Your aunt has already prepared dinner."

"No, I have a mission." Song Yanzhou declined the invitation. He needed to quickly notify the county's armed forces to adjust their deployment—the spies were coming tonight, so he could use this opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent, but in her heart she was thinking: She had done everything she could, and the meat was practically offered to her. If the army still couldn't solve the problem, she wouldn't care anymore.

Song Yanzhou then instructed the brigade leader, "Uncle Captain, please inform the villagers not to go out tonight. We will intensify the search of the mountains. If you hear gunshots, don't panic, and definitely don't come out to watch. Use the village loudspeaker to announce several times that if anything happens outside, you will be responsible." He paused, then added, "Also, that educated youth from your team named Wang Qiang has been detained by us. He is a prime suspect. The commune will give you the details after this matter is resolved."

The brigade leader, a man who had weathered many storms, knew immediately that things were not simple. He nodded cautiously and said, "Alright, I'll go to the brigade headquarters to make arrangements." With that, he led the militiamen away hastily, their backs bent low.

Song Yanzhou turned to Jiang Zhiyu and said, "I'll go back to town first to make phone calls and make arrangements. Be careful."

"Mm." Jiang Zhiyu responded, watching his retreating figure as he walked quickly toward the town, then turned and walked toward her own courtyard.

Then she called out to him, "I have a bicycle at home, get on it and ride faster!"

"No! There are sentries at the village entrance; they have vehicles."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and walked back.

Just as they reached the courtyard gate, the village loudspeaker blared, broadcasting the village head's earthy shout: "Attention villagers! Attention villagers! Tonight, the People's Liberation Army is intensifying its search of the mountains. Keep all doors and windows tightly shut tonight and don't go outside! Anyone who disobeys and wanders off will be held completely responsible for any incidents that occur! Listen carefully, I'll repeat myself..."

The loudspeaker blared three times before falling silent.

Jiang Zhiyu locked the courtyard gate and turned to enter the space. The spiritual spring water was steaming, and on the stone table beside her was a freshly cooked braised pork, its aroma filling the air. She took off her shoes, soaked her feet in the spiritual spring, picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of braised pork, and stuffed it into her mouth, closing her eyes in comfort.

"It's so much more comfortable in this space." She swung her feet, listening to the faint sound of the wind outside, a smile playing on her lips. "There's going to be a good show tonight."

0047's voice echoed in his mind: [Host, would you like to go check out the excitement?]

"I'm not going." Jiang Zhiyu scooped up a spoonful of meat soup. "Let the military handle their own affairs. We'll just watch the show."

The system is in a state of self-isolation...