Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Lin Xiyue's car accelerated.

But then she suddenly saw that, just as Jiang Yin stepped out of the car, a man in another car behind her also quickly pushed open the door and got out.

Is it Jian Tingyun?

No, no... Tingyun, go away!

Oh, he ran towards her, even in such danger, he still ran towards her.

Lin Xiyue's eyes were red, and she gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter.

Then... let's die together!

She gritted her teeth and floored the accelerator.

But in less than a second, Lin Xiyue looked at Jian Tingyun's clothes fluttering as he ran, and seemed to see his gentle face, his understanding eyes, and his smile as refreshing as a gentle breeze...

Do not--

I can't crash into Tingyun...

I can't do it...

woo woo woo...

Tingyun, you can't do this...

woo woo woo...

Tingyun, how could you do this to me...

ahhh-

"Squeak—creak!!!"

The sudden braking produced a piercing screech, the tires scraped against the road, sending up blue smoke and sparks, and the car spun violently due to the immense inertia.

Lin Xiyue's forehead slammed against the steering wheel with a "bang," and the intense pain and dizziness made her vision go black.

She slumped over the steering wheel, trembling all over, tears, sweat, and the pain of her rapidly swelling forehead all mixed together.

The next second, she reacted like a startled bird, jerking the steering wheel. The car lurched and veered into a side road, fleeing in panic.

In her haste to escape, she was completely unaware that a sniper rifle with a silencer was already aimed at her in an SUV parked across the street, and then, in the next second, as she turned, it was quietly pulled back into the car.

Jiang Yin had just stepped out of the car when she was tackled by several people who pounced on her. She was then protected and transferred to a car on the side of the road.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw three other groups rushing toward three targets.

One group lunged at the black SUV, another at the truck, and yet another tackled a man.

Jiang Yin breathed a slight sigh of relief. The team members acted swiftly, and the vehicle was no longer at risk of exploding.

The vehicle started and drove away from the scene of the accident.

She looked out of the car and saw that several team members had changed into traffic police uniforms and started to block off the road.

The whole thing took no more than ten seconds.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

The person escorting Jiang Yin to the car, sitting next to her, said, "Go to the nearest Xinhua Hospital."

Jiang Yin was taken aback. That voice... it sounded so familiar, just like that Northeastern guy from the Desert Operation.

She turned her head and, sure enough, met a kind and honest face.

"Big Zhuang? What are you doing here?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "I was seconded here to help."

Jiang Yin didn't ask any further questions. The members who were selected for "Operation Yellow Sparrow" were all more or less related to this line of work.

The car carrying Jiang Yin sped into Xinhua Hospital and stopped directly in front of the VIP building.

Led by Dazhuang, the group quickly escorted Jiang Yin into the lobby and took the elevator directly to the top floor.

Along the way, Jiang Yin did not see a single patient, and there were very few nurses and doctors.

She knew that the building had been sealed off.

She was placed in a hospital room, while two team members were on duty in the living room.

Sitting on the bed, my heart was pounding like a drum.

What she was most worried about at that moment was the safety of her comrade-in-arms.

That car looks very heavy; has it been modified? Will the airbags work?

My eyes feel hot and my nose feels sore.

Even if someone survives such an impact, the chances of survival are slim.

Just as she was about to burst into tears, Yu Haiquan arrived.

Jiang Yin was about to ask about her comrade's situation when she saw him beckoning:

"Come to the hallway first, this room needs to be disinfected."

Jiang Yin wiped away her tears and followed Yu Haiquan into the corridor outside.

Dazhuang stood guard outside the door, while the other team members were scattered throughout the corridor. These were all security personnel, and each of them wore a mask.

Jiang Yin, Yu Haiquan, and Dazhuang stood against the wall.

In the distance, the door to the emergency room suddenly swung open.

Several doctors and nurses rushed out, pushing a transfer bed.

"Clang—Squeak—"

The sharp, metallic screech of wheels scraping the ground echoed through the empty corridor, sending shivers down one's spine.

Jiang Yin saw from afar that there was a person lying on the bed, covered with a white sterile sheet, with an IV drip hanging on the stand.

The hospital bed was right in front of me in an instant.

The man's head and half of his face were completely wrapped in bandages, with only an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose. Most of the bandages were soaked in blood, turning a dark red color.

Fresh bloodstains seeped onto the white sterile sheet.

Two fingers protruding from under the sheet were covered in a mixture of dried and wet bloodstains.

Jiang Yin's tears welled up and she choked out a sob.

Just then, through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, she suddenly saw—those two fingers were trembling slightly.

It was as if it was using its last bit of strength to try and grab onto something.

She quickly widened her eyes and looked at the man's face.

I saw the bandages that almost covered my eyes trembling slightly, and my eyelids under the bandages seemed to be trying to open a crack.

Everything happened in just a second or two.

The hospital bed was rushed into the operating room, which was lit with a red light, not far away.

Everyone in the corridor stood with their heels together, watching them leave in solemn silence.

Heavy and silent.

Back in the ward.

"Did he save me?" Jiang Yin asked, her face streaked with tears, as she looked at Yu Haiquan.

"Hmm." Yu Haiquan sat on the sofa with a solemn expression.

A moment later, he glanced at Jiang Yin and added in a low voice:

"He... is the 'Warrior'."

Jiang Yin's crying stopped abruptly, as if her breath had been sucked away in an instant.

"Warrior"... He just fought alongside her in the "Entropy Silence" operation, and now he lies on the operating table, his fate uncertain, after trying to save her.

She could no longer hold back, covering her face and sobbing, "It's my fault..."

"I... I shouldn't have insisted on this plan." She sobbed uncontrollably.

Yu Haiquan patted her trembling shoulder reassuringly: "Calm down first, something's fishy about this."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yin stopped crying and looked at Yu Haiquan.

Yu Haiquan frowned: "You were right before, the target group shouldn't have tried to kill you right away, and this timing... is too early."

"The truck driver is also unconscious, and his injuries are severe. But there are other clues at the scene; I'll go investigate." He rubbed his face and continued giving instructions:

"The doctor will give you a check-up later. You stay here tonight. In case... he doesn't make it, go and... see him off."

After saying that, he sighed heavily and turned to leave.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yin's tears flowed again, her heart filled with regret.

Later, the doctor performed a full-body examination on Jiang Yin, confirmed that she was fine, and sent her back to her ward to rest.

The team member who was waiting in the living room handed him a glass of warm water and said softly, "Take a rest. I'll let you know if there's any news about the surgery."

She sat blankly on the bed, her mind a complete blank.

She really wanted to meet "Warrior"; she wanted to know what he looked like.

But she was also afraid to see him—if she did, it would mean he was going to die.

According to regulations, if the surgery is successful and he survives, then they should not see each other.

She had always been a staunch atheist, but at this moment, she knelt on the bed, praying to every deity she knew, both Chinese and foreign:

"Please, all you gods and spirits, bless the 'warrior' and bring him back to life. I beg you."

"Just bring him back to life... I'll do anything for you, please."

Around midnight, Jiang Yin leaned against the headboard and unknowingly fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, she was allowed to meet the "warrior".

I entered the operating room, and it was empty.

On the operating table, there lay a person covered in blood, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

Jiang Yin approached and saw that the person was none other than

—Qin Heming!

She woke up with a start, her heart pounding, gasping for breath.

At that moment, a muffled, low sobbing could be faintly heard coming from outside the door.

Her heart tightened, and she ran barefoot into the living room, her voice trembling, "What's wrong?"

The team member suddenly stood up, his eyes behind his mask filled with tears.

He cleared his throat and said, his voice choked with emotion, "Still in surgery... no news. Sorry to bother you."

Jiang Yin returned to bed, but could no longer fall asleep.

He must be a very good person... He must be very well-liked...

She sat there, imagining a life-or-death race unfolding in the operating room not far away.

Sitting there all night.

As dawn broke, she heard a team member answer a phone call outside the door.

Then came his undisguised sobs.

hum-

Jiang Yin's heart suddenly stopped beating.

She can't hear anything anymore...