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

Jiang Zhiyu walked around the warehouse. The area was indeed excessively desolate, with hardly a soul in sight for miles around. In the distance were rolling hills, their slopes covered with a light green, the vegetation just beginning to turn green, giving them a fuzzy texture from afar.

"Seventeen, are there any people on that mountain?"

[Scan complete. No traces of human activity were found in the entire mountainous area. The nearest dwelling is a single family on a farm ten kilometers away.]

Jiang Zhiyu squinted and saw a corner of a wooden roof peeking out from the mountainside.

"Let's go up and take a look."

The climate here was milder than she had imagined, unlike the dry cold of Northeast China; it had a touch of seaside dampness. The dirt road under her feet was a bit muddy, so she walked slowly, her eyes scanning the ground, occasionally bending down to dig up a medicinal herb.

"Bupleurum, Anemarrhena, Gentian... the medicinal herbs here are quite plentiful."

[Host, you already have plenty of space. We haven't even used up the batch we dug up from Northeast China last time.]

"These medicinal herbs are always welcome; let's plant them." Jiang Zhiyu dug up another salvia miltiorrhiza plant and casually tossed it into her spatial storage. "California mugwort, this is a good thing, it clears heat, detoxifies, and removes dampness..."

Just then, a rustling sound came from the bushes. A snake as thick as a wrist was coiled on a rock, flicking its tongue at her.

She tapped the ground with a stick without expression, and the snake immediately darted into the depths of the grass.

Ten minutes later, she stood in front of the wooden house.

This is a two-story log cabin. The wooden roof planks are blackened, and most of the paint on the walls has peeled off. The lock on the door is rusty, and weeds grow rampant around the door frame.

"Excellent, secluded and hidden enough, perfect for hiding those people."

She pushed open the door, and the lock snapped in two with a "crack." Inside, dust filled the air, and cobwebs hung from every corner.

"If only I had wind-based abilities." She sighed and resignedly walked upstairs.

The situation on the second floor was much better; the windows were tightly sealed, and although the dust was thick, there were no cobwebs. All three bedroom doors were open, and the rooms were empty.

Jiang Zhiyu began setting up—the iron-framed beds, cots, bedding, tables, and chairs were all sturdy and durable post-apocalyptic items taken from her spatial storage. Next came compressed biscuits, canned food, bottled water, and snacks, bread, and a pot of congee with preserved egg and lean pork specially prepared for Xiaotian. Finally, there was a first-aid kit and daily necessities. Most of these people were just a little dehydrated and lethargic. They didn't have any external injuries.

With everything in place, she began releasing the people.

With a thought, he released the people out of the space one by one. The family of three was placed in one bedroom, the four unknown scientists were squeezed into another, Song Yanzhou and his two team members were in a third, and the rest lay on cots in the living room.

She fed each of them a few drops of spiritual spring water, placed two fingers on their neck pulses, and used her supernatural power to dispel the remaining sedative.

The first person to wake up was Song Yanzhou.

The moment his consciousness returned, in a hazy state, he felt a pair of icy hands pressing on the side of his neck. He only felt a slight chill, and the drowsiness in his body receded like the tide.

Then he smelled a very faint fragrance—not disinfectant, not rust, but a clean scent, like the smell of grass and trees in the mountains.

Song Yanzhou suddenly opened his eyes.

An unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar room, but there was no suffocating smell of disinfectant in the air, nor the cold sound of iron door latches.

He struggled to sit up—his two teammates were still unconscious, but their breathing was steady and their complexions had regained some color.

His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the figure by the window.

Backlit, Jiang Zhiyu stood sideways, one hand resting on the window frame, gazing at the mountain scenery outside. Sunlight streamed in from behind her, casting a pale golden glow around her, and the ends of her hair were gently lifted by the breeze.

Song Yanzhou was stunned for a moment.

Last night in the dimly lit cell, he could only make out her general outline. When he heard her say "It's me," he thought he was dreaming. Now, in the sunlight, she is clearer than he remembered—her features are still indifferent, and she stands there like a beautiful traditional Chinese painting, yet she exudes a certain aloofness that keeps people at a distance.

She's here.

It's really coming.

From China, across the entire Pacific Ocean, a man came to this dangerous place and pulled him out of his cell on the sixth basement level. He saved him once again.

An indescribable emotion welled up in his chest, not just simple gratitude, but something more complex and intense. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously tightened their grip on the blankets.

"woke up?"

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and glanced at him.

Just that one ordinary glance, a very ordinary glance, and Song Yanzhou felt his whole being come alive. Even though they were dating now, he still felt anxious and insecure.

She walked over, a faint smile on her face. She handed him a bottle of water and a loaf of bread: "Eat something first, we'll talk again when everyone's awake."

Song Yanzhou took the water, his fingertips accidentally touching her hand—it was very cold, like jade just pulled out of ice water. He instinctively squeezed it for a moment, then immediately let go.

"Zhiyu, really... thank you." His voice was a little hoarse, even a little choked up.

Jiang Zhiyu patted his shoulder reassuringly and went to check on the others. She believed that Song Yanzhou needed to manage his emotions at this moment.

Song Yanzhou lowered his head to drink water. The icy liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't extinguish the inexplicable heat in his chest.

He recalled the first time he met her; he was in a similarly disheveled state, and she had saved him both times.

She single-handedly stormed into the laboratory he never dared to even dream of, rescuing him and his entire team. He didn't even know how she got in. He guessed that Commander Li had sent her because of her mysterious abilities. They all had vague suspicions, but never questioned it.

Song Yanzhou took a bite of bread, and the bitterness and sweetness mixed together in his mouth to create a strange taste.

Before long, the others gradually woke up.

Some people sat up groggily, some looked around warily, and some instinctively reached for their waists—their guns had already been confiscated. The group exchanged bewildered glances.

But seeing Commander Song sitting next to them eating, everyone felt a little relieved. Their stomachs, too, started growling.

"Come and get something to eat," Jiang Zhiyu said. "Sit wherever you like, there's more if you need more."

The crowd gathered around to take the food. Bread, compressed biscuits, and canned goods were more than enough to satisfy those who hadn't eaten for days.

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the corner and handed the preserved egg and lean pork congee to Xiaotian.

Five-year-old Tian Tian's eyes lit up when she saw that she was the only one who got porridge: "Thank you, Auntie!"

Jiang Zhiyu's lips twitched: "...Call me 'elder sister'."

Thank you, sister!

Song Yanzhou's gaze followed Jiang Zhiyu, and he smiled knowingly as he watched her tease the little girl.

She always seems less distant around children. It's clear that she genuinely likes children.

Kind of cute.

He said those two words to himself, and then found himself laughing at himself.

Once everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Jiang Zhiyu clapped her hands.

"Everyone, let me explain the situation first."

She stood in the center of the living room, her voice calm and clear: "My name is Jiang Zhiyu, and I'm the one who came to rescue you. I know Commander Song, so you can rest assured."

"I moved you from the lab last night. You were all unconscious, so I arranged for you to stay here. It's a remote mountain outside San Francisco, but it's safe for now. The search in the US is very strict these past few days, so don't come down the mountain yet. I've prepared food, water, and medicine for this week. Please bear with me for a few days until Commander Song coordinates things with the outside world, then we'll arrange for you to return home."

She paused for a moment: "Is there a problem?"

"We're really out?" someone asked, their voice trembling.

"Comrade Jiang, how did you do that? The lab was so heavily guarded..."

Everyone craned their necks to look at her...