Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

The special forces soldiers acted swiftly and cleanly, subduing the entire target group and beginning to tie them up and escort them out one by one.

Yu Haiquan, dressed in full command uniform, went straight to Yu Maolin after entering the warehouse.

He nudged Yu Maolin, who was being held down on the ground, with his toe:

"Yu Lao Er, now we can settle the score with you for all these years. Men, take 'Old A' away!"

At this moment, several more people rushed in, all wearing cycling jackets, following closely behind the special forces members.

After entering, the group quickly surrounded Qin Heming and Jiang Yin.

"Madam!" they all exclaimed in unison.

Jiang Yin looked closely and exclaimed, "Sister Hui? Sister Zhu? Xiao Wang? You guys—"

"Let's see if we can help," Sister Hui replied.

Xiao Wang scratched his head: "We came by motorcycle. Even if the main group hasn't arrived yet, a few of us can make up the difference."

"They are all highly skilled veterans who were transferred from special forces." At this moment, Qin Heming stood up, supporting his knees, his body slightly unsteady.

Jiang Yin turned to look at the handsome face with a relaxed smile, and a surge of anger rushed to her head.

She clenched her fist and punched him: "How many more things are you hiding from me?"

Before the fist could even touch his face, Qin Heming fell straight backward, and Xiao Wang and the others hurriedly caught him.

His face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Yu Haiquan, standing nearby, shouted anxiously, "He's 'Warrior'! He's injured, why are you hitting him?"

"I...I didn't really hit him..." Jiang Yin raised her fist, at a loss for what to do.

"Well done..." Qin Heming, nestled in Xiao Wang's arms, managed a weak smile, his eyes barely open.

"Director Yu... I can't hold on any longer..."

After saying that, his head lolled to the side, and he completely lost consciousness.

Yu Haiquan rushed over in one stride, checking his carotid artery as he urgently said:

"Only two months after surgery, riding a motorcycle this far? Are you crazy?"

"Quick! Get a stretcher, carry it to the helicopter, and send it to the hospital—" Yu Haiquan shouted, turning his head.

Two special forces soldiers responded and rushed off.

At that moment, another commander in uniform rushed over: "What's going on? Why are they fighting?"

Jiang Yin looked up and saw Xie Jinxing!

She reflexively widened her eyes.

Xie Jinxing shrank back in fright:

"Deputy Director Xie Jinxing of the Eighth Division reports to General Jiang! You, you, you mustn't hit me... I, I'll explain later, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"

He took off running, shouting as he went, "Stretcher! Get a stretcher!"

Tang Ning narrowed her eyes and scoffed:

"No wonder I always see him everywhere; he's doing security. So cowardly, what can he protect? Tch!"

Jiang Yin didn't have time to deal with Xie Jinxing right now. She reached out and touched Qin Heming's hand, which was ice-cold.

The stretcher arrived quickly, and several people carefully lifted Qin Heming onto it.

Yu Haiquan hurriedly called Li Shuhui to accompany him.

Jiang Yin knew that there would be a city-wide and even nationwide manhunt tonight, followed by an overnight interrogation, and Director Yu would be unable to get away at all.

Tang Ning said to Jiang Yin, "I'll find a pair of shoes to wear first, you guys go ahead."

"You stay and help Director Yu, the few of us are enough." Jiang Yin held onto the stretcher with one hand and walked quickly out, waving to Tang Ning with the other.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Xie Jinxing and Wang Qian handcuffing Lin Xiyue, who had just woken up and whose eyes were still somewhat unfocused.

.......

Xinhua Hospital.

The roar of the helicopter was shut out through the heavy hangar doors.

The smell of disinfectant hit me, and one by one, the cold white lights came on, as if I had been forcibly dragged from reality into another world.

The stretcher sped down the corridor.

"Excuse me—"

"Two months post-surgery, high-intensity stress, suspected risk of internal bleeding."

"My blood pressure is still dropping."

The red light in the operating room came on.

Jiang Yin stood silently in the corridor.

It's still the same floor.

It was the same operating room.

He was still inside, and she was still outside.

Sister Hui gently pulled her to sit down on the chair next to her:

"Don't worry, he's a lucky man, he'll be fine. He... has faced much more dangerous situations before, and he's always overcome them."

Jiang Yin slowly turned her head to look at her.

Sister Hui gently squeezed Jiang Yin's hand:

"I accompanied him abroad that year. It was a very difficult time for him. Things aren't as you think. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me anytime."

Jiang Yin silently turned her head back and stared straight at the operating room door.

Her mind was blank; she didn't want to ask anything or think about anything.

The amount of information and twists and turns that night was overwhelming; she felt her brain was completely overloaded.

Li Shuhui walked over, stared at Sister Hui for a moment, and then said:

"You look familiar; I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Sister Hui smiled slightly: "I remember you. I did a joint operation with you before I left the military. The most recent one was last year at the Fifth Hospital, when I was in the ambulance."

"Right, right, I remember now, you were in the ambulance. Xiao Yin, it was the time you came back from the desert." Li Shuhui patted Jiang Yin's knee.

Sister Hui squeezed Jiang Yin's hand again:

"Before President Qin boarded the plane last time, he arranged for me to prepare an ambulance, probably because he saw that you weren't in good condition. Originally, I arranged for someone else to pick you up, but he wasn't comfortable with that. He flew directly there and went to great lengths in that country to get a red-plated car belonging to the privileged class."

Jiang Yin sat there blankly, the conversation between Sister Hui and Li Shuhui turning into a muffled buzzing sound that she could barely hear.

I don't know how much time passed, but the operating room light turned green.

The doctor came out.

Several people immediately surrounded them.

"They really know how to make things difficult," the doctor said, removing his mask, his face showing professional fatigue and a hint of helplessness.

"The sutures that repaired the spleen broke open due to the violent activity, causing internal bleeding. Fortunately, the ribs were only pulled and shaken, and the original fracture sites did not shift."

He paused, then added in a tone that was almost reproachful yet subtly admiring:

"To be in so much pain and still manage to hold on until you bring the person here... I've been doing this for so many years, and I've never seen anyone so resilient. This isn't a medical miracle, it's a miracle of willpower."

"The bleeding has stopped, but you must stay in bed for the next ten days. If you do anything reckless, we might not be able to save you next time."

"Don't worry," the doctor finally nodded to Jiang Yin, his tone softening.

"He has a good constitution and his recovery ability is stronger than the average person. After ten days of rest, he can walk slowly on the ground without any problems. But to fully recover, it will take at least three months."

After saying that, he turned and left, the hem of his white coat catching a gust of wind.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing expressions of relief.

Jiang Yin sent Li Shuhui back. The department must be very busy right now and desperately needs manpower.

She then arranged for Xiao Wang and Sister Zhu to go back and rest, and to come back to relieve her at eight o'clock in the morning.

Tonight, she and Sister Hui will stay here.

Inside the ICU ward, Qin Heming lay quietly on the hospital bed. Several tubes were connected to his body, and a thin oxygen tube was attached to his nose.

The green electrocardiogram waveform on the bedside monitor screen, with its twisting and jumping patterns, accompanied by the regular "beep-beep" sound, served as proof that his life was still going on.

Jiang Yin sat on a chair by the hospital bed, her gaze fixed on Qin Heming's face.

The face was quiet, bloodless, and breathing was shallow.

She was completely different from the person who stood in front of her in the warehouse, with a sharp gaze.

She suddenly realized something—he could do that too.

Not a 'strategist', not a 'sword', not a 'warrior'.

He's just someone who will eventually fall.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Sister Zhu and Xiao Wang came to relieve us and brought the news that "Anbiyuan will be here soon".

Jiang Yin didn't want to see An Qinyuan, but she was relieved to learn that someone had come to take care of Qin Heming.

She left the hospital and returned home, collapsing onto her bed and falling into a deep sleep.

I slept until 4 p.m., and when I checked my phone, I found that Qin Heming had sent me a message at 1 p.m.:

"Yinyin, I'm awake. Could you come to the hospital? I have something to tell you."

"No... I want to be alone," Jiang Yin typed in reply.

"Okay. Feel free to ask me anything, including... your background." Qin Heming replied instantly.