The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

Su Xingmian didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

After sending out the report, He Yaozu left, his footsteps fading into the distance, as he discussed with the human trafficking gang a plan to evacuate the day after tomorrow.

Su Xingmian lay on the bed and waited for a full quarter of an hour to make sure that He Xiu's meeting would not end anytime soon.

Silently, he sat up, his bare feet touching the ground without making a sound.

She slipped into the inner room.

She had memorized the location of everything.

The distance between the pencil and the edge of the table, the angle of the cup handle, the position of the stone pressing on the crease of the map—all of these are in my mind.

She didn't touch the map.

She walked toward the radio station in the corner.

The rhythm of those ticking sounds was still vivid in her mind when He Xiu used it to send the message.

Take out the thinnest tip of the needle from the needle pouch.

This thorn is not much thicker than a hair, but when amplified by demonic power, its tip is hard enough to cut through sheet metal.

She crouched down, reached her fingers to the back of the radio, and touched the battery connector.

Two metal contacts, made of copper, with slight oxidation on the surface.

The spike pierced the gap between the contact and the battery, rotating a quarter turn.

The silver needles are the essence she shed when she transformed, containing plant acidic substances. After adhering to the metal surface, they slowly corrode the copper contacts.

Twelve hours later, the radio station was completely destroyed.

He wouldn't have suspected it was man-made.

Because it's a dried flower.

Su Xingmian pulled out the sharp thorn, wiped it on the hem of her clothes, and put the needle pouch back in.

I squatted down for another three seconds to make sure the dust patterns on the back of the radio were not damaged.

He stood up and checked the location of all the items in the inner room again.

Exactly.

Go back to the outer room, lie down, and cover yourself with the blanket.

She has done everything she could; the rest is up to the old fox.

*

Half an hour later, the stone door was pushed open.

He Yaozu glanced at her, then went straight into the inner room and never came out again.

Before dawn, the sound of metal clashing came from inside.

Su Xingmian turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and her breathing became long and drawn out.

The demonic power spread outwards in a thin layer along the pillow, wedging itself in the crack of the stone door to the inner room.

She heard it.

The back cover was unscrewed, the transmit button was pressed, and a signal came out, but the background noise was rough, with broken segments between the ticking.

The battery was pulled out and flipped over; the sound of a fingernail scraping against the copper cap was very faint, and copper powder fell off in a flurry.

Then there is a single word.

The voice was extremely low, but it was crystal clear under her demonic power.

"Hold."

Su Xingmian's eyelashes trembled on the pillow.

It became.

Put the spare battery back in, close the cover, and press again.

The signal has been restored, but the noise level is more than twice as high as it was last night.

He stood up, walked to the vent, and looked up.

The temperature difference last night was at least 25 degrees Celsius. In the early morning, a gust of wind blew in from the west, carrying the salt mist unique to alkaline land.

The stone chamber had been repaired with plaster, but the ventilation openings couldn't be blocked.

The saline-alkali moisture of the Gobi Desert is particularly effective at damaging copper parts.

The radio had been with him for three months, sending seventeen messages without a single mistake, but it just happened to malfunction at the last minute.

If the final confirmation signal cannot be sent tonight, the other side will wait at the rendezvous point for 48 hours according to the pre-set plan. If the time expires, they will withdraw on their own.

From here to the exit of the uninhabited area on the southern route, it would take 32 to 36 hours to travel quickly with light equipment.

There are only twelve hours left in the error correction window.

*

He Yaozu came out from the inner room, and Su Xingmian rubbed her eyes and sat up groggily.

"Did I disturb you?"

His tone was as calm as usual, and there was no sign of anything unusual on his face.

Su Xingmian shook her head.

Good morning, Mr. He.

He Yaozu didn't reply. He took out a compressed biscuit from his pocket, broke it in half and handed it to her. He ate the other half himself and walked to the stone gate and stood there for a while.

Su Xingmian munched on a biscuit, going over every single action he had just taken in her mind.

The backup battery won't last long either.

He might send one last message before it's completely scrapped, but it's highly likely to be garbled text.

If the recipient receives garbled text, how would they interpret it?

What if they think he's been exposed and give up on him?

He Yaozu turned around and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Pack your things, let's go out early today."

Su Xingmian obediently responded and put on her cloth shoes.

His tone changed.

Yesterday, she said, "I'll go out for a walk tomorrow," in a relaxed tone, as if she were doing her a favor.

Today is for "tidying up".

It is an order.

*

Su Xingmian quickly found the answer.

He Yaozu took the blueprints off the table and carefully wrapped them in a fireproof and waterproof cylinder and sealed them.

He drank the water in the enamel mug in one gulp and then turned the mug upside down on the table.

He tore the notebook pages one by one and threw them into the metal bucket in the corner, then struck a match.

The paper rolled up and burned to ash, releasing a pungent, burnt smell.

He held the Soviet magazine in his hand for a second.

I turned to the page with the illustration of the golden wheat field and glanced at it.

Throw it in.

When the flames licked it, the tractor and ears of wheat on the cover were the first to curl and turn black.

Finally, there's the radio station.

He Yaozu pulled an iron hammer from the bottom of the wooden box without the slightest hesitation.

Three hammer blows.

The entire piece of equipment was smashed to pieces.

Pieces of debris were stuffed into the deep crevices of the rocks and filled with loose soil.

Su Xingmian sat on the bed in the outer room, hugging her knees.

Pick up anything, either take it with you or destroy it; there is no third option.

Like an old tree that has been uprooted and moved, before leaving, it will turn the soil it planted in upside down, leaving no living roots for the next one.

*

When the lean man was called in, He Yaozu had already tidied himself up.

"Mr. He, you wanted to see me?"

He Yaozu took a slip of paper out of his pocket and handed it over.

The lean man took it, glanced at it, and his expression changed.

"This... isn't this our hideout address?"

"Um."

He Yaozu leaned back in his chair and placed his hands on his knees.

"Arrange for someone to anonymously deliver this note to the local police."

The lean man opened his mouth slightly.

He Yaozu smiled.

That smile was exactly the same as the one he gave Su Xingmian when he poured her water, the temperature was just right.

"This batch of goods has been sold, and the hideout is now defunct. Keeping it around would be a hazard. We should voluntarily hand it over and let the police take care of it."

"The hideout is ruined; keeping it open would be a hidden danger."

He pointed a finger at the note.

"There are people and physical evidence inside; they'll have enough to keep them busy for half a month."

"They only tracked down the boss's men; they have nothing to do with us."

The lean man suddenly realized what was happening, and straightened his hunched back.

"Sir, you are brilliant!"

He bowed and scraped as he left.

He Yaozu watched that figure disappear outside the stone gate.

The smile faded away inch by inch.

There was nothing left on her face.

Su Xingmian understood, and he decided to leave that night.

Originally planned for three days, then compressed to two days, and then further compressed to tonight.

She sabotaged the radio station, cutting off his communication lines with overseas entities, which indeed bought the old fox a window of opportunity.

But he wasn't the kind of person who would passively wait to die.

Once the contact was lost, he stopped contacting them.

They took the classified map and rushed to the exit of the no-man's-land on the southern route overnight.

The plan to shed its skin as a cicada was carried out as planned, and even more ruthlessly.

He voluntarily handed the entire human trafficking gang over to the police, ensuring that all pursuers would focus their attention on the hideout.

And she will be taken along by him.

Will the old fox be able to catch up during this time?

The arrow she left for him was pointing in the right direction.

By the time he arrived, she was already gone.

Su Xingmian clenched the needle pouch in her sleeve.