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

No matter how noisy the conference room in China was, Jiang Zhiyu was leisurely strolling through the streets of Xiao Rizi.

She changed her clothes, tied her hair up, and wore a dark gray cotton coat, looking like an ordinary tourist. Seventeen had already changed the information on her documents perfectly; there were no flaws in her hotel stays, shopping trips, or dining experiences.

The atmosphere on the street is noticeably different from what it was a few days ago.

The pedestrians hurried along, their expressions all looking rather strange. The convenience store cashier was whispering to the person next to her, her voice very low, but Jiang Zhiyu could hear it all clearly with her spiritual power.

"I heard there was an accident at the docks..."

"What is it?"

"I don't know, but the Self-Defense Forces have blocked the roads, and many people are being kept outside and not allowed to leave..."

"Could it be an earthquake?"

"An earthquake can block roads? Didn't you see helicopters were deployed...?"

Jiang Zhiyu bought a can of hot coffee, stood on the street corner and slowly drank it, watching the hurried passersby, feeling extremely happy.

Anyway, losing those things won't affect ordinary people's lives. They'll still go to work, go to school, and queue up for lunch as usual. The ones who are truly heartbroken are those in power; what does it have to do with ordinary people like us?

She threw the empty can into the trash can, then turned into a small alley next door, found an izakaya (Japanese pub), sat down, and ordered a plate of sashimi and a bowl of miso soup.

The proprietress brought over the plate, looking distracted, and her hands were trembling as she placed the miso soup on the table.

Jiang Zhiyu stirred the sashimi with her chopsticks, while Seventeen muttered in her mind, "Host, aren't you being a little too leisurely? Everyone else is practically going crazy with worry, and you're just eating sashimi."

"What else?" she thought to herself, "Help them find it?"

Seventeen became mute.

Jiang Zhiyu casually picked at the food, but had no appetite and didn't eat a single bite.

......

At the same time.

In a government building in Tokyo that is not open to the public, the atmosphere in a heavy conference room was as heavy as lead.

The long table was filled with people: officials in suits, high-ranking Self-Defense Force officers in military uniforms, and several grim-faced intelligence officials. Stacks of satellite photos, aerial views of the port, and surveillance screenshots were spread out on the table. The top image was a comparison of the port before the incident; the left side showed the fully loaded port before the incident, while the right side showed the now empty dock, completely deserted, without a single container in sight.

The person chairing the meeting reviewed the entire incident from beginning to end.

Power outage duration: 15 minutes.

Affected area: 10 kilometers of coastline, with all 36 deep-water berths emptied.

The surveillance footage was completely black. After it was restored, the screen returned to normal, but there was nothing left on the dock.

There were no signs of explosion, no signs of intrusion, and no tire tracks from vehicles entering or leaving the site.

We checked everything: soil samples, wall surface, and monitoring timestamps.

A middle-aged man spoke first, his voice hoarse: "We have immediately sealed off the port, prohibiting the media from entering. The Self-Defense Forces, police, and intelligence agencies have jointly entered the area and are currently surveying the ground, walls, surveillance cameras, and soil inch by inch. But..."

He paused for a moment, as if considering his words.

"So far, no one has been photographed, nor have any signs of mechanical handling been found."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

"We cannot announce the truth to the public yet; we can only say that a large-scale cargo theft occurred at the port's storage yard."

An elderly man with gray hair frowned, his tone uncertain: "Could it be foreign special agents? Or some new secret weapon? Underwater special explosives? Or someone with special abilities?"

Everyone shook their heads.

No one can explain it.

A woman in a dark suit, seated in the middle, flipped through the documents in her hand, her voice serious: "Billions of dollars in payouts. Insurance companies simply can't handle the full compensation. We need government intervention to mediate."

Another person chimed in, speaking quickly, clearly having thought about it for a long time: "We need to quickly remedy the situation, immediately apologize to our European and American clients, request delayed delivery, and pay the penalty for breach of contract. This will definitely lead to the direct loss of overseas clients, and other countries will take the opportunity to replace us as suppliers. We must minimize the losses."

"But port reconstruction and the re-procurement of equipment will also incur considerable expenses..."

"There are also costs for handling the aftermath, providing compensation, and coordinating with insurance companies..."

"Plus the long-term losses from customer churn..."

The more they talked, the more strange the atmosphere in the meeting room became.

An intelligence chief, his hands clasped on the table, spoke in a low voice: "The key issue is that we have no evidence pointing to anyone. We can't even explain what methods they used."

"Are we just going to swallow these billions in losses without understanding why?"

"But without evidence, we can't stir up trouble. If we publicly say that the supplies have vanished into thin air, the domestic market exchange rate will collapse immediately."

"And this kind of incident...is not an isolated case."

The person sitting at the very head of the table finally spoke.

Those below were taken aback upon hearing this.

The old man looked around, his voice calm but each word heavy: "You may not know. Three years ago, the US lost two aircraft carriers, as well as submarines and various cruisers, in international waters. According to the intelligence reports at the time, their interrogation revealed the following: 'They went to another world, and then were thrown out. The things were left behind, but the people were thrown out.'"

The meeting room was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the air conditioner vents.

"You're saying even something that massive is lost."

The people below looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing this.

For a moment, no one responded. But if you looked closely, you could see that several people's expressions had subtly relaxed a little. An eerie sense of balance permeated the meeting room, not a sigh of relief, but a subtle psychological comfort of "it turns out it's not just us."

The woman in the dark suit looked down at the documents in her hand, pursed her lips, and said nothing more.

The group of people who had been arguing fiercely just moments before had all quieted down, each holding their teacups and drinking water, ignoring each other.

......

Also located in the M country.

When the Pentagon conference room received the intelligence, the old generals sat around the long table, their expressions a mixture of emotions.

The losses weren't as great as they were back then. Two aircraft carriers, nuclear submarines, and a bunch of cruisers—that was truly a painful blow.

But when they finished reading the intelligence from Xiao Rizi's side—a 15-minute power outage, the 10-kilometer-long dock cleared, no trace of intrusion, and nothing to investigate—the atmosphere in the meeting room became rather subtle.

"The little devils have lost nearly 9 containers this time, worth billions of dollars. That's going to be a real blow to them." An intelligence officer wearing glasses next to him flipped through the report, his tone carrying an ambiguous meaning.

The other person picked up their coffee cup, took a sip, and didn't say anything, but the wrinkles between their brows noticeably relaxed a little.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was much more relaxed than before, and the previous tension had largely dissipated.

At least it's not an isolated case.

This is probably the only piece of news in the whole affair that makes one feel a little better.