Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

A busy week has passed in the blink of an eye.

Friday has arrived, the day for our team building trip to the grasslands.

At 4 p.m., employees from Tianmu Capital and Tianyu Technology boarded the bus one after another. The relaxation of leaving get off work early and the anticipation of the grassland trip filled the bus with laughter.

Several buses, carrying this bustling activity, headed towards their destination—the grasslands north of Beijing—as the sun began to set. The four- to five-hour journey was enough to allow the tense nerves of city dwellers to slowly relax.

Watching the tour buses line up and drive away one after another, Li Tianmu remained seated in the driver's seat of the SUV, waiting for Long Xingyuan along with Tang Ning and Jiang Yin.

Two days ago, when Long Xingyuan visited Tianyu again, he was surprised to find that the entire Tianyu was busily preparing for team building activities. He immediately said that Tang Ning and Jiang Yin would welcome him along.

In the distance, a tall figure carrying a large bag strode over.

Long Xingyuan opened the car door, climbed into the back seat, and casually tossed his large backpack over the back of the seat, accurately throwing it into the trunk in one smooth motion.

The group exchanged greetings.

Li Tianmu started the car and set off, reminding Long Xingyuan, "Brother Yuan, did you bring any warm clothes? The temperature difference between day and night is huge there, and it can freeze to death at night. What you're wearing now won't do."

"Don't worry, I go there often, of course I know it." Long Xingyuan found Li Tianmu too long-winded.

Li Tianmu glanced at Long Xingyuan through the rearview mirror. "Why do you always go there?"

"A friend of mine opened a shooting club over there, so I went to try my hand whenever I felt like it," Long Xingyuan said, glancing at Jiang Yin.

"President Jiang, let's take this opportunity to have a competition."

"Okay." Hearing that there was gunfire, a glimmer of light flashed in Jiang Yin's heart. He hadn't touched anything in a long time, and his hands were indeed itching to get started.

Looking at Jiang Yin's smiling face, Long Xingyuan's lips unconsciously curled up.

Upon hearing this, Tang Ning, who was in the passenger seat, turned around to look at Long Xingyuan, then smiled and turned back.

Li Tianmu noticed his change out of the corner of his eye. "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," Tang Ning said softly, looking straight ahead with a slight smile, "Some people might lose so badly they'll question the meaning of life."

Li Tianmu didn't understand and frowned, about to ask. Just then, a car pulled up alongside him and honked its horn.

Li Tianmu turned his head and saw Xie Jinxing sitting in the passenger seat of the other car, leaning against the open window and smiling at him.

"Where are you going, Tianmu?" Xie Jinxing asked with a grin.

Li Tianmu glanced at him in surprise: "Going to the Jingbei Grassland for team building? Where are you going?"

"I'm also going to the grasslands, what a coincidence," Xie Jinxing said with a smile.

Tang Ning rolled her eyes in the passenger seat: "I run into them everywhere I go, they're like a persistent ghost."

He turned around and saw that Jiang Yin was listening attentively to Long Xingyuan and hadn't noticed Xie Jinxing, so he was relieved.

Li Tianmu's car arrived at the destination—Yunding Grassland Resort—ahead of the main group.

It was already eight or nine o'clock at night.

However, the resort staff, dressed in traditional ethnic costumes, still held a grand welcoming ceremony for them at the entrance – a welcoming drink.

Leading the group was the resort manager, flanked by several Mongolian girls and boys holding hada scarves, silver bowls, and wine jugs, with melodious morin khuur music playing in the background.

Long Xingyuan was indeed a regular, very familiar with the ceremony, and performed the entire set of movements with exceptional skill. Whether it was bowing slightly, gently holding the hada with both hands, or dipping his fingers in wine to perform the "three flicks," his demeanor was elegant and dignified.

As he performed the movements, he kept an eye on Jiang Yin beside him, gesturing for her to follow his actions. Especially during the "third flick," he deliberately raised his right ring finger to Jiang Yin, indicating: use this finger.

Jiang Yin was naturally grateful. She felt that this ceremony was a wonderful thing, as it instantly transported people to the atmosphere of the grasslands.

Tang Ning and Li Tianmu, standing to the side, seemed somewhat at a loss, frantically completing the ceremony under the guidance of the staff, which caused several pretty Mongolian girls to chuckle softly.

Because they needed to get up early to watch the sunrise the next morning, everyone went to bed early after having a light meal at the resort.

At 4:30 a.m., Jiang Yin was woken up by her alarm clock, hurriedly got up, put on her windbreaker and went outside.

The sudden chill made her shiver, and she jogged toward the top of the resort's viewing slope.

A large number of people had already gathered at the top of the hill, most of them employees from the two companies.

From afar, Jiang Yin saw Long Xingyuan smiling and waving at her, with Tang Ning and Li Tianmu standing beside him.

Jiang Yin ran over; it was almost the highest point on the entire hilltop.

She stood at the top of the slope and looked out.

The sky was a deep sapphire blue, and the grassland and distant mountains blended into a silhouette with blurred outlines.

Few people spoke on the hillside; the world was immersed in absolute silence. It was an almost sacred wait, as if time itself had frozen.

About ten minutes later.

A clear, cold, pale white line appeared on the horizon, which was then quickly tinged with a gradient of lavender purple, rose pink, and orange gold.

The clouds were edged with bright edges, and the wind seemed to have softened.

As the light field expanded, a vast and primal hope gathered in Jiang Yin's chest, and his heart involuntarily accelerated, "thump, thump, thump..."

Another few minutes passed.

The sun's golden-red crest suddenly leaped over the horizon, its rays not "sprinkling" but "exploding" across the entire grassland.

The shadows were rapidly stretched and receded, transforming the entire world from a two-dimensional silhouette into a three-dimensional, vibrant place full of texture and color.

Jiang Yin stood still, her eyes unblinking, her heart surging with intense emotions.

She felt the vastness of the world and the insignificance of the individual. Before the boundless horizon, any personal problems seemed insignificant, replaced by a sense of belonging that felt accepted by the world.

Having experienced such magnificence, she felt a clear-headed loneliness, but not desolation. Rather, it was a tranquil resonance with nature after realizing her own existence.

They stood there for a long time, and none of them spoke.

After experiencing the breathtaking sunrise over the grasslands, everyone had breakfast. The employees were then given various activities organized by the company's senior management, while the three bosses and Long Xingyuan left the resort for the Hunter Blade Shooting Club, owned by Long Xingyuan's friend.

The club is an hour's drive from the resort and is located deep in the mountains.

The car turned off the main road, rolled over the last stretch of gravel slope, and stopped in front of several wooden houses that almost blended into the ridgeline. There were no signs, only a sharply carved totem above the door—a crossed dagger. This was "Hunter's Blade."

This doesn't resemble a commercial organization; it's more like a secret base for top players or a secluded retreat for retired masters.

According to Long Xingyuan, this is a high-end club that only accepts acquaintances and professionals.

As soon as the group got off the bus, a man in his thirties, with a lean build and sharp eyes, walked out of the lobby.

"This is the owner of Hunter's Blade, Lao Dao," Long Xingyuan introduced to the three.

After exchanging pleasantries, they entered the hall and saw the guns displayed in the cabinet. Jiang Yin and Tang Ning exchanged a glance and couldn't help but marvel: "Wow, they have everything you could want!"

"What are we playing?" Lao Dao asked, following Long Xingyuan.

Long Xingyuan smiled and pointed at Jiang Yin, "Ladies first, ask this beautiful lady."

Jiang Yin wanted to shoot at moving targets. Surrounded by these mountains, nothing was more suitable than a flying saucer. Therefore, she didn't stand on ceremony and simply said, "I want to shoot flying saucers."

"Arrange it." Without saying a word, Lao Dao led them to the display case specializing in shooting UFOs to select guns.

He pointed to a gun in the corner and said to Jiang Yin, "Use this one, a Beretta A300, number 20."

He then took out the gun, weighed it in his hand, and said, "Automatic ejection, low recoil, light barrel, suitable for girls."

Jiang Yin pursed her lips and pointed to another one, "How about this Platinum MX8?"

Old Dao was taken aback for a moment, then quickly replied, "Sure, sure, take it. This is one of the most advanced guns in the world today; ordinary people can't handle it."

Then, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Long Xingyuan, who smiled but said nothing.

Long Xingyuan and Tang Ning each chose a Browning, while Li Tianmu chose the Beretta A300, saying he wanted one with automatic shell removal for convenience.

Old Dao led a few people to the skeet shooting range located on a hillside.

The shooting range on the hillside was built by cutting through a pine forest, offering a wide field of vision.

The three target-throwing houses, like bunkers, crouched on the slope a hundred meters ahead, painted a matte green, making them almost invisible.

Beneath our feet was a solid wooden shooting platform, slightly raised above the ground, and the wind blew up from the valley without any obstruction, carrying the scent of pine needles and earth.

Old Dao stopped asking for other people's opinions and only asked Jiang Yin: "Two-way or multi-way?"

"Multiple directions." Jiang Yin replied calmly, and then smoothly inspected the platinum MX8 in her hand.

"Standard multi-directional." Old Knife's voice was clear in the mountain wind. "There are five shooting positions in total, five shots per group, for a total of twenty-five shots. The disc targets will be launched randomly from three directions. Follow your own commands."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the group, finally lingering subtly for half a second longer on Jiang Yin and the platinum in her hand. He was particularly curious at that moment about the true level of this beautiful, almost vase-like girl.

"The wind is stronger here than down below, especially when it comes up from the valley on the left." His words seemed to be a reminder to everyone, but Jiang Yin felt that his gaze seemed to be directed at her.

Long Xingyuan watched Jiang Yin's movements with a hint of nervousness. Li Tianmu, on the other hand, curiously fiddled with his Beretta.

Only Tang Ning remained calm and composed. Was there anyone who knew Jiang Yin's shooting skills better than him?

Jiang Yin walked to firing position number one and stepped on the solid wooden plank beneath her feet. She pushed a bullet into the chamber, and the "click" sound of the gun closing sent a shiver through her heart. It had been a long time since she had heard that reassuring sound.

She looked up; before her lay a verdant valley, and further on, layered peaks blended into the horizon. The flying saucer would suddenly burst forth from that silence, streak across the sky, and then... be shattered by her.

"Ready? Let's begin." Old Dao's voice came from the side and behind.

Jiang Yin nodded slightly and pressed the butt of the gun firmly against her shoulder. The moment the cold cheek rest touched her cheek, the world suddenly fell silent.

She spoke, her voice clear and calm: "Pull."

A second later, an orange dot suddenly "exploded" out from the left-hand target room.

"Bang!"

The gunshot was deep and resonant, echoing briefly through the valley. Sixty meters away, the speeding orange target exploded into a wisp of orange mist.

Clean and neat.

For the next few minutes, everyone except Tang Ning stared wide-eyed as Jiang Yin gave the commands, threw the target, carried the gun, fired, and ejected the spent cartridge. Each cycle was executed with mechanical precision.

A standard 25-shot multi-directional attack, all hitting within 15 minutes. This is top-tier even among professional players, and could even be considered legendary.

At this point, Lao Dao was completely convinced.

At lunchtime, he specially prepared several more delicacies from the mountains to treat them.

When asked how she developed such good marksmanship, Jiang Yin simply said that she had received training when she was young and had almost become a professional athlete, thus brushing it off.

Old Dao smacked his lips and said regretfully, "With this level of skill, he could win an Olympic gold medal."

In the afternoon, the four of them happened to play a live-action CS game with a team from a top paintball club.

The opposing team consisted of eleven people, most of whom were retired soldiers, seasoned enthusiasts, and even former professional gamers.

After witnessing Jiang Yin's level of skill, and realizing that Long Xingyuan and Tang Ning, while not as good as Jiang Yin, also possessed considerable strength, Li Tianmu became extremely arrogant.

They even forgot that they had just called themselves a complete idiot and shamelessly challenged the other side to a four-on-eleven fight, with the goal of winning only if all four of them "survived".

Tang Ning quickly covered the young master's mouth, afraid that he would make things more difficult for their side.

The opponent is no pushover either; this confrontation is not only a test of shooting skills, but also of tactics and teamwork.

The two teams maneuvered in the mountains for several hours, and Jiang Yin's team narrowly won.

As night fell, the group happily returned to the resort.

In the evening, the resort prepared a whole roasted lamb. A large piece of meat was placed in front of you on a large tray, and you had to use a knife to cut it down to eat.

Jiang Yin really liked this rugged style, and truly experienced the hearty feeling of drinking and eating large chunks of meat.

After the meal, a bonfire was lit outside the yurt, and the employees gathered around to play games and perform.

Jiang Yin and Long Xingyuan sat together, a little distance from the campfire, watching Tang Ning and Li Tianmu celebrate with the employees.

Jiang Yin gazed at the crackling campfire, reflecting on the day's experiences: watching the sunrise and firing a gun. The shooting, in particular, brought her back to a world where she was completely in control, free from mistakes and lingering fear.

The fulfillment and release of this day felt like a thorough baptism, helping her to recalibrate the coordinates of her self-worth. In her weary body, her heart, shrouded in gloom for so long, finally let in solid light.

She watched the firelight quietly, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Long Xingyuan sat to one side, his gaze calmly lingering on her profile. The flickering firelight danced across her face, outlining a gentle silhouette of light and shadow.

Suddenly, Jiang Yin stood up, startling Long Xingyuan.

"Where to?"

Jiang Yin smiled and turned to answer, "The restroom."

The nearest restroom is outdoors.

On her way back from the restroom, Jiang Yin was enjoying the night view of the grassland under the dim lights of the resort when she suddenly noticed a tall figure waiting for her halfway.

Long Xingyuan took a few quick steps and came to Jiang Yin's side. He cleared his throat and said, "Jiang Yin, I have something to say to you."