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

Jiang Zhiyu rested in the space for more than three hours, then glanced at her watch—10 p.m. This was the safest time to take off; the darkness would conceal the helicopter's tracks.

She emerged from the spatial dimension, changed into a black, form-fitting combat suit, and tied up her neatly styled hair, revealing her smooth forehead. Climbing to the rooftop of the abandoned factory, and confirming no one was around, she summoned the modified 525 helicopter from the spatial dimension, which landed steadily on the roof. Its streamlined fuselage and skin gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen under the moonlight, a stark contrast to the rough, modern style of the era.

Jiang Zhiyu sat in the cockpit, her fingers tracing the touchscreen. The miniature nuclear fusion reactor started, emitting a low-frequency hum that was almost inaudible, more than ten times quieter than a regular helicopter. "Seventeen, plan the flight path."

【Route set: Fly eastward along the 32nd parallel north. Distance: 9800 km, cruising speed: 280 km/h, estimated flight time: 35 hours.】 Seventeen's voice echoed in his mind, carrying a hint of mechanical excitement.

Jiang Zhiyu tapped the screen, and the helicopter slowly ascended. The altitude indicator on the instrument panel flickered, quickly surpassing three thousand meters—an altitude that would be risky for an ordinary helicopter, but routine for her modified one. Below, the myriad lights of Shanghai stretched out in a blurry band of light, like a spilled galaxy, gradually shrinking into a faint glow as the helicopter climbed, eventually being swallowed by the thick darkness of night.

She leaned back in her seat, her fingertips tapping the joystick unconsciously. This was her first time stepping outside her own country since transmigrating to this world, and her destination was the perilous United States. A strange excitement welled up inside her. The fear she felt upon arriving, the forbearance she endured in Kaoshantun, the anxiety upon learning of Song Yanzhou's disappearance… all were now suppressed by a desperate courage.

"Maintain low-altitude cruising and avoid civilian air routes," she told Seventeen.

【Received! Radar jamming mode activated, capable of blocking conventional monitoring signals.】

The helicopter steadily climbed to a cruising altitude of four thousand meters, and the autopilot took over the controls. Jiang Zhiyu turned on the tap of the spiritual spring water, took a small sip, and gazed through the porthole at the dark night sky. The stars were denser than when she had seen them in Kaoshantun, like a handful of scattered diamonds, cold yet dazzling.

Around 2 a.m., a faint echo suddenly appeared on the radar screen. Jiang Zhiyu initially thought it was a flock of migrating birds, but her brows furrowed immediately—where would such a dense flock of birds come from in winter? Moreover, the echo was moving at an absurdly fast speed, rapidly climbing at an almost vertical angle.

"Seventeen, identify immediately!"

[Target enters scanning range... Identification result: Suspected F-4 fighter jets in formation, altitude 20000 feet, diving towards our position!] Seventeen's voice suddenly became urgent, [They are fighter jets from a US military base in Japan!]

Jiang Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat. It really was coming for her; it seemed the US's air defense network was more sensitive than she'd imagined. She had no time to think; she jerked the control stick, and the helicopter spun rapidly across the sea like an eel, its fuselage almost parallel to the crest of a wave. The icy seawater splashed onto the porthole, instantly freezing into frost.

"Use sea clutter to interfere with their radar!" she whispered.

[Interference in progress! But the enemy's fire control radar has already locked on...]

"I'll shield it!" Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes, her mental power spreading out like an invisible net, completely covering the helicopter. Her mental ability could briefly distort the surrounding energy field, rendering physical detection equipment ineffective.

The cockpit alarm abruptly stopped. On the radar screen, the two red dots representing the fighter jets paused, then hovered nearby for a moment like flies that had lost their target, before gradually disappearing into the distance.

"Phew..." Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, her back already beaded with cold sweat. If she had been half a second slower, the missile would probably have caught up.

[Host, the other party has escaped the tracking range. However, the original flight path has been exposed and needs to be replanned.] Seventeen's voice was weary; the interference just now had consumed a lot of its energy.

"Let's replan," Jiang Zhiyu said, rubbing her temples. "Let's bypass the patrol areas of the US military base."

The new route adds 800 nautical miles, increasing flight time by 4 hours.

"It's alright, safety first." She readjusted her posture. "Next, I'll use my mental energy to shield you, and you can assist in interfering. Make sure you don't get targeted again."

The two worked in perfect harmony, the helicopter darting across the Pacific like a ghost. For the next day and night, Jiang Zhiyu only rested three times, each time taking a light nap in her seat, afraid to fall into a deep sleep. The compressed biscuits and spiritual spring water in the space became her staple food, so she didn't feel hungry, but her mind remained tense, her temples throbbing.

When the west coast of North America came into view, Jiang Zhiyu's spirits lifted. Along the edge of the deep blue ocean, a gray-green ribbon of land stretched out—the coastline of California. Sunlight pierced through the clouds, shimmering on the sea, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

But she wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. "Seventeen, check the boundaries of the M country's air defense identification zone."

[Ascertained. Currently 50 nautical miles from the Identification Zone boundary, expected to enter in 1 hour.] Seventeen paused, [Host, this year is the 200th anniversary of the founding of Country M, with numerous celebrations and air defense alert levels three times higher than usual. Once detected, it is highly likely to be shot down directly.]

"I know." Jiang Zhiyu turned off the autopilot and manually lowered the altitude. "Find a deserted island to land on, then teleport there."

The helicopter flew close to the sea surface, avoiding all flight paths. Half an hour later, a deserted island appeared ahead—the island consisted of only a few rocks and low bushes, with no trace of human activity.

Jiang Zhiyu maneuvered the helicopter smoothly onto the beach, shut down the engine, and stored it in her spatial storage. The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, stung her cheeks. "Seventeen, can you teleport to downtown San Francisco?"

[Energy remaining 60%, capable of short-range intercontinental teleportation. Target locked on the vicinity of San Francisco's Chinatown. Proceed?]

"implement."

A flash of light appeared before her eyes, then disappeared several times. A minute later, Jiang Zhiyu was standing on a quiet street. The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and on both sides were Victorian-style buildings, their walls covered with withered vines. The air was filled with the aroma of coffee and bread, a stark contrast to the coal smoke smell back home.

She found an abandoned phone booth and hid inside, then slipped into her spatial dimension. She turned on the hot water, took a comfortable shower, and changed into a beige dress and a beige trench coat—clothes she had prepared in the port city, suitable for her status without being too conspicuous.

Lying on the soft bed in the space, Jiang Zhiyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. After nearly forty hours of travel, her nerves had been constantly on edge; now that she relaxed, exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave. Seventeen also looked listless: [Host, I'm almost out of energy, I need to hibernate to recover…]

"Go to sleep, wake me when it's light." Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes, Song Yanzhou's face flashing through her mind. Mmm. She simply liked Song Yanzhou's face.

I wonder where he is now?

The San Francisco night was gentle, yet it couldn't conceal the lurking crisis. Jiang Zhiyu fell into a deep sleep.

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the virtual canopy of space. Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes; she was about to face a tough battle.