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

Jiang Zhiyu stood under a sycamore tree outside a machine tool factory in Silicon Valley, fiddling with a fallen leaf with her fingertips, her gaze sweeping over the guards at the warehouse entrance.

Two soldiers patrolled back and forth with guns at their sides. There was also a guard post at the entrance, and a searchlight swept around the wall every thirty seconds, illuminating even the dog hole at the base of the wall. She stroked her chin and calculated the time—it was only two in the afternoon, the time when security was tightest, and there was no need to force her way in.

Anyway, nighttime is the best time to work.

She turned and walked across the street, but after taking only two steps, her nose twitched.

A rich aroma of cheese mixed with grilled meat wafted over.

Jiang Zhiyu looked up and saw that at the end of the street was a food street with colorful signs hanging all the way. Hamburger shops, hot dog stands, fried chicken shops, and ice cream trucks were lined up densely, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of butter and syrup.

"Host, didn't you say junk food is bad?" Seventeen's voice echoed softly in his mind.

"I mean I'm not eating it." Jiang Zhiyu walked towards the food street without changing her expression. "My parents haven't tried American burgers before, what's wrong with buying a few to try?"

Seventeen: [...]

It just watches you perform quietly.

Jiang Zhiyu first walked to the entrance of the most popular burger joint, glanced at the menu—signature beef burger, double cheese burger, bacon and mushroom burger, spicy chicken burger—there were more than a dozen kinds of burgers. She pointed to the menu: "Two of each, please."

The shop assistant paused for a moment, then asked, "Ma'am, are you alone?"

"Pack it up." Jiang Zhiyu took out her wallet and pulled out a few US dollars.

While waiting for her burgers, she turned to the hot dog stand next door: "Four, I'll have two with ketchup and yellow mustard, and two with pickles and chopped onions."

Further ahead was a fried chicken shop, where golden-brown chicken sizzled in the oil, its aroma irresistible. Jiang Zhiyu hesitated for three seconds at the door before finally going in: "Original fried chicken, ten yuan; spicy fried chicken, ten yuan; French fries, five orders; onion rings, five orders."

Jiang Zhiyu took the heavy paper bag expressionlessly, walked to the deserted alley at the street corner, and with a flick of her finger, everything disappeared instantly and reappeared in the kitchen of the small courtyard.

[Host, you call this "having a taste"?] Seventeen's voice was full of condemnation. [You call this bringing the entire food street home!]

"Is that a lot?" Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow. "My mom, my dad, my godmother and godfather, they're all gone after just one a day."

Seventeen: [...]

Okay, you're the host, so you're right.

Jiang Zhiyu strolled along the food street, buying things as she went—

Five vanilla milkshakes and five chocolate milkshakes, and ten strawberry ice cream cones;

Three pizzas each of Italian sausage pizza and Hawaiian fruit pizza from the pizzeria;

The sandwich shop had eight ham sandwiches and eight tuna sandwiches.

They even bought caramel popcorn and salted nuts sold on the roadside, filling two large bags to the brim.

When she reached the end of the street, she could no longer hold them all in her arms, so she simply turned into an alley and put them all into her spatial storage.

[Host, the kitchen is overflowing!] Seventeen wailed, [You've even filled the fridge!]

"Then just pile them up on the living room floor." Jiang Zhiyu clapped her hands, showing no remorse whatsoever. "Anyway, time stands still, they won't spoil no matter how long they're left."

Seventeen: [...]

It doesn't want to look anymore; its eyes hurt.

Jiang Zhiyu was about to turn back when she caught a glimpse of a huge sign on the side of the road—a large chain supermarket.

She paused for a moment.

Supermarket...

Ten years into the apocalypse, the thing she couldn't stand the most was supermarkets. The first time she entered a post-apocalyptic supermarket in her previous life, the shelves were empty, and even the packaging had been torn off. Later, after she gained her spatial ability, the first thing she did every time she entered a city was to loot the supermarkets completely.

This problem persisted even into the 70s.

"Seventeen," she touched the thick wad of US dollars in her pocket, "do you think... there might be canned food in there?"

"Host! Calm down!" Seventeen exclaimed anxiously. "You've already stockpiled half a food street!"

"I can't calm down." Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the door and walked into the supermarket, facing the cold air. "Seeing that the supermarket isn't stocking up makes me feel uncomfortable."

Seventeen: [...]

Oh no, the host's hoarding tendencies have kicked in.

Jiang Zhiyu pushed a shopping cart and headed straight for the food section.

First up was the canned goods section—luncheon meat, braised beef, tomato beans, fruit, and fish, all neatly arranged in rows on the shelves. Jiang Zhiyu's eyes reddened; she reached out and swept the shelves clean, and half the canned goods vanished, appearing directly in the space.

[Host! Don't accept it directly! It will be discovered!] Seventeen was going crazy.

"Oh, I forgot." Jiang Zhiyu stopped and started throwing things into the shopping cart. Once the cart was full, she pushed it to the checkout. After paying, she turned to a secluded spot in the parking lot, put the cart into her spatial storage, and then came back to push the second cart.

This was repeated five times.

Besides canned goods, she also moved:

- Fifty bags of rice, thirty bags of flour, and twenty barrels of cooking oil

- Potato chips, chocolates, cookies, and candies of various flavors, piled up like a small mountain.

Stock up on toilet paper, soap, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and towels for ten years.

Wrenches, screwdrivers, pliers, wires, tape—various tools filled two large boxes.

- There were even twenty down jackets, thirty quilts, and fifty sets of thermal underwear.

"Host, are you planning to spend the winter in this space?" Seventeen asked weakly.

"What if we encounter a natural disaster after returning home?" Jiang Zhiyu asked confidently. "It's better to be prepared."

Seventeen: [...]

Okay, you're from the apocalypse, so everything you say is true.

By the time Jiang Zhiyu came out of the supermarket, it was already completely dark.

The setting sun painted the sky orange-red, and the streetlights lit up one by one. She touched her stomach and suddenly smelled a familiar aroma—the scent of cumin mixed with chili powder, standing out against the sweet smell of American fast food.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up, and she followed the scent.

Sure enough, there was a Chinese barbecue restaurant on the street corner with a sign that read "Lao Wang Barbecue". The glass door was steaming and full of people, mostly Chinese students, who were talking noisily in Mandarin, just like a night market in China.

Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the door and found a corner seat to sit down.

"What would you like?" The owner, a man from Northeast China, spoke with a strong Northeastern accent. "The lamb and beef skewers are freshly made today, and the grilled eggplant and grilled chives are also fresh."

"Twenty lamb skewers, twenty beef skewers, one grilled eggplant, one serving of grilled chives, two grilled buns, and a bottle of beer." Jiang Zhiyu flipped through the menu. "And pack fifty lamb skewers and thirty beef skewers to go."

"Okay!" the boss readily agreed and turned to get busy at the grill.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned back in her chair, watching the people in the shop—

Several international students sat around a table, eating skewers and complaining about their professor, laughing so hard they were doubled over.

A young couple sat together, feeding each other skewers of grilled meat, their eyes and brows beaming with joy.

The owner was busy in front of the grill, oil dripping onto the charcoal and sizzling, the aroma of the smoky fire filling the entire shop.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up the cup on the table and poured herself a cup of tea.

She spent five years in the apocalypse, witnessing ruins, bloodshed, and death; people fighting over food; and empty cities and desolate streets.

She thought she had long since grown accustomed to that desolation.

But now, sitting in this small barbecue restaurant, listening to familiar Mandarin, smelling the aroma of cumin and charcoal, and seeing the ordinary smiles on the faces of these ordinary people, she suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

It is only when you see something you have lost it again that you realize how precious it is.

No matter where you are in the world, this kind of warmth and life is always just as comforting.

The skewers were quickly served, sizzling with oil and sprinkled with cumin and chili powder. Jiang Zhiyu picked up a skewer of lamb and took a bite; it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the aroma exploding in her mouth. She took a sip of beer, the cool liquid sliding down her throat, and sighed contentedly.

She ate until 10 p.m.

The number of people in the shop gradually decreased, and the owner began to clear the tables. Jiang Zhiyu paid the bill, picked up the packaged skewers, and walked out of the shop. A breeze blew by, and the effects of the alcohol dissipated considerably.

She turned into a secluded alley, and after confirming that no one was around, she patted her wrist: "Seventeen, teleport to the machine tool factory warehouse."

[Received! Coordinates locked... Teleportation complete!]

In a flash, Jiang Zhiyu found herself standing at the entrance of the machine tool factory's warehouse.

She looked up and couldn't help but whistle.

The warehouse was larger than she had imagined—a huge steel-structured factory building, several hundred square meters in size, with moonlight streaming through the skylights in the roof, illuminating the interior. Neatly arranged rows of machine tools, at least a hundred in total, included CNC machine tools, precision grinders, machining centers, and many other pieces of equipment she couldn't name. Some were still wrapped in brand-new plastic film, clearly fresh from the factory.

In the corner, a small mountain of parts was piled up; gears, bearings, and screws were neatly categorized and packed in boxes. Several forklifts and cranes stood nearby. At the far end of the factory building was the office area, a two-story building with lights still on, and one could faintly hear voices inside.

[Host, monitoring equipment has been blocked, and the alarm system is disabled.] Seventeen's voice carried a hint of pride. [You can accept it without worry!]

"Well done!" Jiang Zhiyu cracked her knuckles, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's get to work!"

Instead of scanning the entire row like she would in a library, she walked to the front of the latest CNC machine tool and touched its cold body—this machine tool was so expensive that even money couldn't buy it in China. If it were used by the military, it would save at least ten years of research and development time.

"receive."

With a touch of a fingertip, the massive machine tool vanished instantly, reappearing on the open ground.

"The first CNC machine tool has been delivered!" Seventeen excitedly announced.

Jiang Zhiyu walked along the rows of machine tools, picking and choosing like an emperor selecting his concubines.

"This is too old, don't want it."

"This one is highly accurate, accept it."

"This is a machining center? Perfect, we need one in China."

"This grinding machine is good, I'll take it."

[The tenth CNC machine tool has been delivered to the warehouse!]

The twentieth precision grinding machine has been delivered!

[The fifteenth machining center has been delivered!]

[Host, you've collected all the latest models! The rest are older models!]

"Even the older model is better than the ones in China," Jiang Zhiyu said without any complaint. "It'll be perfect for the local factories."

As she spoke, she also took in the remaining dozens of old-model machine tools.

After collecting the machine tools, she set her sights on the parts boxes in the corner—gears, bearings, screws, and cutting tools. These items were small, but they were all consumables that couldn't be produced domestically and would be gone once used up. She simply collected the boxes as well, ending up with a total of thirty boxes.

They even attacked the two forklifts and cranes next to them.

[Host, you even want a forklift?] Seventeen was dumbfounded.

"It'll come in handy for moving things," Jiang Zhiyu said matter-of-factly. "I can't exactly carry it by hand."

Seventeen: [...]

Okay, you're right.

After finishing with the warehouse, Jiang Zhiyu slipped into the adjacent office area.

The engineers in the small building had already gone home, and only the security guard on duty was dozing on the first floor. She quietly went up to the second floor, pushed open the door to the technical department—it was filled with filing cabinets, and the desks were piled high with technical documents and design drawings.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up; this was even more valuable than a machine tool.

She swept her hand across the room, and all the filing cabinets, blueprints, and documents, along with the calculator, pen, and even the chocolate in the drawer, disappeared.

[Host! You even go after chocolate?] Seventeen was devastated.

"Eat if you get hungry from staying up late tonight." Jiang Zhiyu said without changing her expression, then turned into the office next door. "Also, take away the coffee machine. My mom loves coffee, but she hasn't had it in years."

Seventeen: [...]

It knows!

After finishing with the office area, Jiang Zhiyu stood in the center of the empty warehouse and nodded in satisfaction.

Except for a few really old and broken machine tools in the corner, she practically emptied the entire warehouse.

"That's about enough." She clapped her hands. "Leave them with some hope, don't go too far."

Seventeen: [...]

You've looted their warehouse clean, and you still have the nerve to say "don't go too far"?

Jiang Zhiyu ignored its complaints and glanced at the time—11 p.m., perfect.

"Seventeen, teleport back to the inn."

【receive! 】

Her vision blurred again, and she found herself standing in a hotel room.

Considering her behavior over the past two days, the patrols in Country M will become increasingly strict, making it even more difficult for Song Yanzhou and his group to leave.

It seems we need to create some "surprises" for the US to distract them!