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

Jiang Zhiyu took out her room card and opened the door. As soon as she stepped inside, she heard the communicator in her pocket beep twice.

She took it out and saw a message from Song Yanzhou: "Are you asleep? The cargo ship is booked; it will depart next Wednesday."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment and replied, "I wasn't asleep. I came over and brought you something nice."

After sending the message, she washed up first, then took out the packaged skewers and a cup of hot milk tea from her online space—she had just bought them at the barbecue restaurant and had kept them in her space, still steaming.

She placed the skewers on the table, and just as she finished, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Zhiyu went to open the door, and Song Yanzhou stood outside, still carrying the chill of the night.

"What good stuff?" he asked with a smile, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the skewers on the table. "Lamb skewers?"

"Mmm." Jiang Zhiyu stepped aside to let him in. "There's also milk tea, hot."

Song Yanzhou walked in, picked up a skewer of lamb, took a bite, and sighed contentedly, "This is still the best. I'm about to throw up from eating hamburgers for days."

When Jiang Zhiyu heard that he was leaving on Wednesday, she thought for a moment and said, "You all escort those researchers back first to ensure their safety. I have some things to take care of."

Song Yanzhou abruptly stopped eating the lamb skewers.

He looked up at Jiang Zhiyu, his brows furrowed deeply: "Aren't you leaving?"

"Well, I still have some things to take care of." Jiang Zhiyu picked up her milk tea, took a sip, and said casually, "You guys go back on the boat first, I'll be there shortly."

"What could be more important than your own safety?" Song Yanzhou put down his lamb skewers, his voice turning serious. "The US is cracking down like crazy right now, patrols are everywhere. It's too dangerous for you to stay here alone."

"It's precisely because the checks are so strict that we need someone to distract them," Jiang Zhiyu looked up at him. "Otherwise, how could a dozen of you, such a large target, possibly board the ship so smoothly?"

Song Yanzhou opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found that what she said was true.

The patrol efforts in the US have indeed tripled in the past two days, and the port has been thoroughly inspected. The group of more than a dozen Chinese people boarding the ship were already conspicuous, and if they were also being watched, it would be easy for something to go wrong.

How could he possibly feel at ease leaving Jiang Zhiyu behind to take the risk alone?

"I'll stay here with you," he said immediately. "Let Brother Chen take them away first."

"No need," Jiang Zhiyu shook her head. "You have to go with the cargo ship. Those scientists are your mission. It's actually more convenient for me to go alone. If anything happens, I can escape on my own."

She paused, then added, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Song Yanzhou looked at her with a complicated expression.

He knew Jiang Zhiyu's abilities and that what she said was true, but he couldn't suppress the worry in his heart.

He remained silent for a long time, then pulled a small dagger from his pocket and handed it to her: "Take this, for close-quarters self-defense. It's coated with anesthetic; one hit and you'll be knocked out."

Jiang Zhiyu took the dagger; the cool metal casing pressed against her palm, and it was quite heavy. She looked up at Song Yanzhou; the tips of his ears were slightly red, and he turned his face away, pretending to look out the window.

"Understood." Jiang Zhiyu put the dagger into her spatial storage, then took out two bottles of ointment and handed them to him. "This is for gunshot wounds, and this is for antidotes. Distribute them to the comrades later; they're better than the medicine from the hospital."

Song Yanzhou took the ointment, his fingertips accidentally brushing against her fingers. He pulled Jiang Zhiyu's hand and gently stroked it, feeling both worried and reluctant.

The air suddenly felt a bit warm.

Jiang Zhiyu withdrew her hand first, then lowered her head and pretended to tidy up the skewers on the table: "It's getting late, you should go back. I'll go buy some things tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I'll go scout out the area near the port. On the day you board the ship, I'll give them a 'big gift'."

"What kind of big gift?" Song Yanzhou asked curiously.

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled into a cold smile: "You'll find out then."

After Song Yanzhou left, Jiang Zhiyu stood by the window, watching his figure disappear around the street corner before turning her gaze away.

She touched the dagger in her pocket, which was still warm from her body, and gently stroked it with her fingertips.

"Host, you clearly don't want Commander Song to take risks, yet you're still being stubborn." Seventeen's voice echoed softly in his mind.

"Shut up." Jiang Zhiyu drew the curtains expressionlessly. "Go to sleep. We need to get up early tomorrow to stock up on supplies."

---

The next morning, Jiang Zhiyu went out.

She first went to the largest agricultural seed company in San Francisco.

In 1976, the United States had already taken a significant lead in agricultural technology. Varieties such as hybrid corn and dwarf wheat, which were only just beginning to be tested in the United States, were already widely used here.

Jiang Zhiyu stood in the seed exhibition hall, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the dazzling array of seeds on the shelves.

"Miss, what would you like?" the shop assistant asked warmly as she approached.

"I'm a Chinese farmer, and I'd like to buy a batch of seeds to take back and try planting," Jiang Zhiyu said, having already prepared her explanation. Pointing to the seeds on the shelf, she said, "Twenty bags of this hybrid corn seed; thirty bags of dwarf, rust-resistant wheat; and fifteen bags of this hybrid rice seed."

The shop assistant paused for a moment, then said, "Ma'am, these seeds are sold by the acre. If you buy so many, you'll have to plant several hundred acres."

"My family farm is big." Jiang Zhiyu said without changing her expression, then pointed to the vegetable seed section next to her, "Tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, peppers, and cabbages, five bags of each variety; and apple seedlings, pear seedlings, and peach seedlings, twenty of each; oh, and those alfalfa seeds, fifty bags for pasture."

Shop assistant: "..."

That must be an enormous farm!

After Jiang Zhiyu had picked out all the best-selling varieties from the seed company, the sales clerk's hands were shaking when he calculated the prices.

"That's three thousand seven hundred and sixty-two dollars in total, ma'am."

Jiang Zhiyu paid the money readily and had the shop assistant move all the seeds to the truck at the door. She had specially hired a large truck, ostensibly to transport them to a warehouse in the suburbs, but in reality, as soon as the truck drove into the deserted alley, she put most of the seeds into her spatial storage, leaving only a small portion as a formality.

[Host, you've bought enough seeds to plant an entire county!] Seventeen gasped. [And those fruit tree saplings, are you planning to open an orchard in your space?]

"Better safe than sorry." Jiang Zhiyu looked at the small mountain of seeds piled up in the space, feeling quite satisfied.

After leaving the seed company, she went to the grain wholesale market.

I ordered fifty bags each of rice, flour, and cornmeal; twenty bags each of soybeans, mung beans, red beans, and various other grains; thirty barrels of cooking oil; and I also stocked up on a ten-year supply of seasonings such as salt, sugar, soy sauce, and vinegar.

After stocking up on staple foods, she went to the cannery's direct sales store.

She ordered ten cases of each type of canned luncheon meat, braised beef, fish, fruit, and vegetables, piling them up like a small mountain. The hired driver, dumbfounded, couldn't help but ask, "Madam, are you opening a shop?"

"Yes," Jiang Zhiyu replied casually.

By the time all of these were transported to the suburban warehouse and put into the space, it was already afternoon.

She went to the agricultural supply store again and bought a batch of fertilizer and pesticide samples, as well as a thick stack of agricultural technology manuals and production formulas—these things would be more valuable than gold if she took them back to China.

"Host, I've calculated it. The food you've stockpiled is enough to feed two hundred people for three years," Seventeen said with admiration. "And the seeds are enough to plant several villages."

"It's not enough." Jiang Zhiyu shook her head. "When we get back, we need to leave some for the research institute, some for the military factory, and the rest for everyone. There's not much left."

She paused, then looked out at the green mountains. "Let's go, let's go up the mountain and see them."

---

The mountains outside San Francisco are densely wooded and sparsely populated.

Jiang Zhiyu walked up the hidden path, and with a slight flick of her finger, the bushes along the roadside grew wildly, completely covering the traces of her steps.

After walking for about half an hour, an abandoned wooden house hidden in the woods appeared ahead.

The wooden house was surrounded by dense vines and shrubs, making it almost invisible without careful observation. Jiang Zhiyu walked to the door, knocked three times gently, paused for two seconds, and then knocked twice more.

The door opened immediately.

A young soldier opened the door, a gun still in his hand. His eyes lit up instantly when he saw Jiang Zhiyu: "Comrade Jiang!"

"Mm." Jiang Zhiyu nodded and walked into the wooden house.

The cabin was more lively than she had imagined.

The six soldiers were divided into two shifts: one shift stood guard at the door, and the other shift rested inside. Professor Sun and his family of three sat in a corner; his wife was mending clothes for their daughter, and Professor Sun and his apprentice were looking at documents. The other four scientists sat around a table, discussing something, with thick blueprints spread out on the floor.

Everyone stood up when they saw Jiang Zhiyu enter.

"Comrade Jiang is here!"

"Hello, Comrade Jiang!"

Little Sweetie looked at Jiang Zhiyu with sparkling eyes.

Jiang Zhiyu's heart softened, and she took out a bag of milk candy from her spatial storage and handed it to him: "Here, this is for you."

The little girl's eyes lit up even more. She timidly accepted the candy and whispered, "Thank you, sister."

"You're welcome." Jiang Zhiyu patted her head, then turned and placed the large bag she was carrying on the table. "I brought you some food to tide you over."

The moment the bag was opened, a wonderful fragrance wafted out.

The hamburgers were still warm, the fried chicken was golden brown, the lamb skewers were sizzling with oil, and there was a big pot of hot millet porridge—she had specially bought it from a Chinese restaurant that morning and had kept it in her space, still steaming.

Everyone was stunned.

They've been hiding here for three days, eating only compressed biscuits and drinking cold water, without even a hot meal.

"Eat up." Jiang Zhiyu poured the porridge into a bowl and handed it to Professor Sun's wife. "Sister-in-law, give the child a bowl; it's warm, not hot."

"Oh, thank you, Comrade Jiang!" The woman took the bowl, her eyes reddening.

Everyone sat together and ate heartily.

A young soldier took a bite of a lamb skewer and almost cried out, "Damn, it's so delicious! I thought I'd never eat anything this good in my life!"

"Eat slowly. Commander Song has already arranged the boat; you'll be able to leave soon."

"Comrade Jiang, we'll all listen to you and the regimental commander!" the leading soldier immediately said. "Whenever you tell us to leave, we'll leave!"

The four scientists nodded in agreement: "Yes, Comrade Jiang, thanks to you, we were able to get out alive. Don't worry, after returning to China, we will definitely do our best in scientific research and will never let you down!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at them and felt a warmth in her heart.

Having witnessed countless people turn against each other over a single meal in the apocalypse, she now sees these people willing to risk their lives for their country and suddenly feels that this trip to the United States, no matter how dangerous, was worthwhile.

"Don't worry," she said, looking at everyone earnestly, "you will all return home safely."

She then reminded them not to go out unnecessarily before turning and leaving the cabin.

As we descended the mountain, the setting sun painted the sky orange-red.

Jiang Zhiyu stood halfway up the mountain, glanced back at the wooden house hidden in the woods, then looked towards the distant port, a cold smile playing on her lips.

"Seventeen." She patted her wrist. "Check the location of that military lab in the suburbs."

【Received! Coordinates locked, 20 kilometers from here, surrounded by a battalion of troops!】

"A whole battalion..." Jiang Zhiyu stroked her chin, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Perfect, that'll make it lively enough."

She wants to give the M country a "unforgettable" gift.

While we're at it, let's also empty out all the good stuff in that lab.

After all, we've come all this way, how can we leave empty-handed?