Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

It is 2:00 AM Beijing time.

Jiang Yin forced herself to sleep to conserve her energy.

Although the official operation was scheduled to begin after 11:30 AM Beijing time, she needed to be on standby six hours in advance.

In order not to disturb Jiang Yin's sleep, Tang Ning left Qin Se with him.

But Jiang Yin didn't sleep well that night, and kept having dreams.

In her dream, she and the warrior went on a mission together. The two walked through the mist, and the tall figure ahead seemed strangely familiar.

After walking for a very long time, she couldn't help but ask, "Why haven't we arrived yet?"

The person in front smiled and turned around, saying, "Almost there."

But the face was clearly that of Qin Heming when he was a teenager, and Jiang Yin woke up in fright.

The alarm clock suddenly went off. She patted her chest and turned it off.

This dream is so absurd. Qin Heming is enjoying life at a fashion show in Cannes.

Jiang Yin got up and ate a little something, just to keep her body functioning; she couldn't taste anything at all.

At 5:30 a.m. sharp, she sat down at her computer and went into standby mode.

She silently calculated the time in her mind: "Warrior" should still be in the air. At this moment, it might be resting on the plane, or it might be reviewing the mission details for the last time.

In any case, he would try every means and mobilize all tools to compress the entire operation time into 19 hours, while a normal round trip between the two places would take at least 30 hours.

.......

It was 23:30 p.m. in Cannes at that moment, and the brand's dinner had just ended.

Lin Xiyue was still enjoying herself; the experience of attending the banquet with Wang Qian was simply wonderful.

Most of the celebrities and stars present were his fans, and he was surrounded by all sorts of people throughout the entire dinner.

As Wang Qian's female companion, she naturally became the focus of attention, attracting countless envious or jealous glances from other women, and a secret sense of pride welled up inside her.

Wang Qian stayed by her side almost every step of the way, only leaving twice to go to the restroom. The rest of the time, he was always gentle and considerate, introducing her to celebrities from all walks of life, bringing her exquisite meals, and dancing with her on the dance floor.

However, at this moment in the hotel lobby, the two best friends had a quarrel.

Wang Qian hadn't had enough fun, and because of jet lag he couldn't sleep, so he wanted to go to the nearby scenic town of Eze to watch the sunrise.

Lin Xiyue disagreed: "We've been playing all night and haven't taken care of Heming. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"Is he a three-year-old? Does he need someone to take care of him? Are you his mother or his nanny?" Wang Qian plopped down on the sofa, frowning. "Besides, isn't he supposed to have a meeting all night? Won't you disturb him if you go?"

"But," Lin Xiyue hesitated, "I should at least ask him if he's eaten, and whether I need to prepare anything for him, right?"

"You're overthinking it. He's an adult. If he's hungry, won't he order something himself?" Wang Qian said, standing up and walking towards the front desk. "Who knows? He might have already ordered it himself. You're just worrying about it for no reason."

A moment later, Wang Qian returned, handing Lin Xiyue the restaurant bill and pointing at it with his finger: "Look at this, he ordered twice. Tsk tsk tsk, and he even ordered alcohol, he really has everything."

Lin Xiyue was relieved to see that the signature below was indeed Qin Heming's handwriting.

However, she still had concerns: "Wouldn't it be bad if the two of us went out alone, just the two of us?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qian raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lin Xiyue. Then, he sat down on the sofa next to him, lowered his head, picked at his fingers, and remained silent.

Lin Xiyue knew he was unhappy. When Wang Qian was unhappy, he wouldn't argue or make a fuss; he would just lower his head and remain silent, his face showing a forlorn expression, as if he were about to break.

Lin Xiyue couldn't stand him like this anymore. "Alright, alright, let's go then. We'll come back after watching the sunrise."

Wang Qian remained motionless and silent.

"Alright, you can go wherever you want, and you can come back whenever you want. Is that okay now?" Lin Xiyue coaxed.

"No way," Wang Qian muttered, without looking up.

Lin Xiyue was troubled; how could she possibly coax her like this?

Just then, Wang Qian said, "You need to change your shoes; these high heels are bad for your health."

Lin Xiyue instantly felt a warmth in her heart: "Okay, change your shoes, let's go watch the sunrise."

The two immediately went back to their room to change their shoes and took out their thick coats.

Wang Qian pulled Lin Xiyue and hurried outside, saying, "Hurry, hurry, don't let that poker-faced guy find out."

As he stepped out of the hotel, he exclaimed excitedly, "It feels like we're eloping!"

"Don't talk nonsense."

As she finished speaking, Lin Xiyue turned her head to look at the top of the fifth floor of the hotel—the only presidential suite in the building with a spacious terrace.

Qin Heming's room window was only covered by a sheer curtain, and a hazy profile was clearly projected onto it by the light, with the head slightly turned towards the table.

Lin Xiyue smiled and turned to follow Wang Qian into the luxury car parked in front of the door.

......

10:00 AM Beijing Time / 22:00 PM East Time

Jiang Yin entered the final 90 minutes of absolute standby time, during which she could not leave the computer for even a moment.

The Warrior's plane will arrive at the destination airport in 30 minutes, and he will have one hour to drive there.

Jiang Yin closed her eyes and seemed to see an inconspicuous small plane parked at the end of the runway, its serial number deliberately obscured, leaving only a blurry shadow.

A man wearing an ordinary baseball cap and carrying a shoulder bag walked down the gangway with his head down.

No one came to greet them.

Only one old-model SUV was parked in the distance, its headlights flashing briefly before going out.

He got into the car and closed the door.

The moment the car started, a line of text lit up on the vehicle's communication system:

[Enter Silent Mode]

Then, the SUV sped through the night like a cheetah, heading straight for its destination.

11:20 AM Beijing Time / 23:20 PM East Time

With ten minutes left before the scheduled action time, Jiang Yin systematically checked the computer equipment in front of her once again.

She had no idea how the "warrior" had managed to evade security, infiltrate the heavily guarded laboratory, or deceive the biological verification process. She couldn't fathom how such a hellish operation could be accomplished.

All she knew was that he must have risked his life, infiltrated countless times to test the system, and finally came up with a solution.

She placed her right hand on the keyboard.

It wasn't suspended or trembling, but rather firmly attached, like a tool that had been placed here long ago, waiting to be used at this moment.

On the screen was the terminal interface she had written herself. The background was extremely dark, all unnecessary windows were closed, and only the core control module remained.

The time is ticking in the upper right corner.

【11:21:07】

【11:21:08】

【11:21:09】

Her breathing became shallow.

It wasn't nervousness, but an instinctive reaction to force herself into an "emotionless state": once she started, she could no longer be "Jiang Yin," but only the "manipulator."

She stared at the gray status notification:

[Node: Not Activated]

[External link: To be confirmed]

This is the longest phase.

There were no images, no sounds, and no evidence whatsoever to prove that "that person has arrived."

There is only one cold, impersonal system waiting for a response from another cold, impersonal system.

She suddenly realized something: from this moment on, she could no longer pray for that "warrior".

Prayer is an emotion, and emotions can influence judgment.

【11:22:31】

The screen flickered slightly.

It wasn't a pop-up or an alarm; it was just that the line of gray text had silently changed color.

[Node: Awakened]

Jiang Yin's pupils constricted in that instant.

Her body didn't move, but her brain was rapidly confirming: it wasn't a mistake, it wasn't preloading, and it wasn't a simulated playback.

She typed the confirmation command.

The next second, the main interface was forcibly switched.

A new window unfolds in the center of the screen.

It wasn't high-definition footage, but rather a very raw stream of video: low frame rate, grayscale, and with subtle noise.

The image is shaking, not because of an unstable signal, but because the drone is moving.

Jiang Yin's heart sank suddenly at that moment, but she held it down tightly.

She didn't look at the screen content, but immediately scanned the parameter bar in the lower left corner:

[Height: -18.7m]

[Ambient magnetic noise: High]

Positioning method: Inertial navigation + visual correction

[Control Authority: Not Taken Over]

She took a deep breath: it went in.

It wasn't "about to" or "soon," but rather that she had already passed through all the outer defenses and entered the space that she could only repeatedly deduce on blueprints before.

The screen suddenly went dark, then came back on.

Blurry outlines flashed across the lens: metal, pipes, curved walls.

It's not the core of the laboratory, but rather the outer structure of the cooling corridor.

Her fingertips tightened slightly on the keycaps.

At that moment, she knew one thing clearly:

From this moment on, every frame she sees is something that "warrior" traded distance and time for.

On the right side of the screen, the permission prompts quietly refreshed.

[Control request in progress...]

[Link verification in progress...]

The countdown started automatically in her mind.

She knew that in a few seconds, once that line of text turned green, she and the drone would be the only people left in the world.

And that person will disappear completely from her control.

She did not hesitate.

The moment the [Confirm] button lit up, Jiang Yin pressed it.

The screen vibrated slightly.

Control has been transferred.

[Manipulator: AUTHORIZED]

Her world fell completely silent at that moment, so quiet that even her own breathing seemed superfluous.

Jiang Yin did not act immediately.

She stared at the slowly advancing stream of images in the center of the screen, watching the drone move forward along the narrow cooling corridor.

There are no people in the frame, only the cold light reflected from the metal walls, streaking across the edge of the lens.

This was her least favorite stretch of road—too long, too narrow, and too unpredictable.

She glanced at the timestamp on the right.

【京城时间11：32：14 /A东时间 23:32:14】

There are still fourteen minutes until the preset detonation window.

This is all the time that "warrior" has: to enter, set up, and evacuate.

That was all the leeway she could give him.

Her fingers finally moved.

It's not a major adjustment, but rather a very subtle parameter correction:

Wind resistance compensation is reduced by 0.3%.

The frequency of visual correction has been increased.

Signal redundancy channel is enabled.

Every movement was so precise it was almost ruthless.

If this were a surgery, what she was cutting away at this moment was not tissue, but time itself.

The video suddenly showed a slight frame skipping.

Jiang Yin's pupils contracted.

She didn't panic; instead, she immediately identified the source of the anomaly.

[Peak of magnetic interference increases]

[Environmental feedback delay: +0.4s]

The three underground levels caused more interference than anticipated.

She gritted her teeth and did not try to "fight" against it. Instead, she switched to the backup plan: abandoning some real-time footage while retaining attitude data and path feedback.

The image in the center of the screen instantly became even more blurry.

The path lines are now clearer.

She knew that from this moment on, she could no longer see what was happening; she could only "feel" whether the drone was still alive.

Time is passing.

[Beijing Time 11:35 / East Time 23:35]

[Beijing Time 11:36 / East Time 23:36]

Her back began to feel cold.

It wasn't because she was nervous, but because she knew all too well what this part meant: further ahead lay the outer wall of the core experimental area.

The drone is only responsible for the last part of the mission.

The rest he has to do on his own.

Her throat bobbed slightly, but no sound came out.

Suddenly, a tiny notification flashed in the lower left corner of the screen.

[External State: Remain Silent]

Jiang Yin's heart sank suddenly.

This means that the person has left the area she can "perceive".

From now on, she will never receive any feedback from him again.

She stared at that line of text for a full three seconds.

Then, look away.

She can't look.

As she watched further, she couldn't help but wonder:

Has he already left?

Have we been discovered?

Yes or no......

She forced herself back to the drone interface; it was the only thing she could still do.

[Beijing Time 11:39 / East Time 23:39]

A pre-defined structural outline appeared at the edge of the image.

She recognized it; it was the load-bearing ring on the outside of the core experimental module.

Her heartbeat inevitably quickened at that moment.

My fingers paused on the keyboard for half a second.

Once she presses confirm here, the drone will enter an irreversible state after moving to the next structural node.

She closed her eyes.

In her mind, she saw the building: not bursting open, not engulfed in flames.

Instead, it's like a giant beast whose support has been removed, losing its balance from the inside and collapsing inward.

All evil was pressed back underground.

She opened her eyes.

On the screen, the confirmation button is flashing.

[Execution Phase: Final Confirmation]

Jiang Yin's fingertips hovered over the keycaps.

At this moment, she was not thinking about success or failure.

She was only thinking about one thing: Was he already on his way to evacuate?

she does not know.

Perhaps we'll never know.

The confirmation button was pressed.

The screen refreshed rapidly.

[Drone enters final path]

[Countdown Start]

【00:02:59】

【00:02:58】

She didn't move again.

I just sat there, eyes open, watching time being swallowed up second by second.

At this moment, in some corner of this world,

Someone is running.

And she could only watch the numbers drop.

She clenched her fists and cried out in her heart:

"Run! Run faster! Faster!"

Countdown to secondary explosion:

00: 00: 09

......

00: 00: 07

......

00: 00: 02

00: 00: 01

The moment the countdown reached zero, the world was completely silent.

There was no booming sound of a conventional explosion, nor any alarm.

The image on the screen only shook slightly.

Jiang Yin's pupils contracted slightly as she stared intently at the screen.

The next second, all sensor parameters simultaneously turned red.

The next second, the signal dropped to zero and the video feed stopped.

Everything is over, and the whole process went as planned.

The mission should have been successful.

But there will be no cheers.

Jiang Yin stared at the black screen in front of her, her throat tightening.

She didn't breathe a sigh of relief.

Because this is not the end.

I don't know if he managed to escape.