Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

The morning light penetrated the clouds. Gu Fanxing squatted at the entrance, carefully putting the worn archaeological shovel and brush into his canvas backpack one by one. A half-faded survey record book was exposed in the pocket of his work pants.

The steady sound of leather shoes hitting the ground came from behind her. Pei Luonan leaned over to fasten the buckle of her backpack, and his fingertips accidentally brushed the light pink scar on her wrist - that was the mark left by the attack hired by Wang Xinyi a month ago.

"You really don't need to rest anymore?" His voice was wrapped in the morning mist, with an imperceptible uneasiness.

Gu Fanxing looked up into his deep eyes and said, "The coffin chamber of the Han Dynasty tomb complex is leaking. Those bamboo slips can't wait."

Pei Luonan smiled helplessly and wrapped the cashmere scarf around her neck, his movements as gentle as if he was repairing fragile pottery.

In front of the institute's vermilion lacquer gate, Ling Jiuer paced back and forth, holding a stack of rubbings. Seeing Gu Fanxing, she immediately rushed over like a frightened deer, nearly knocking over the bronze replica at the door. "Ancestor! You're finally here! The director keeps asking for the tomb plan every day, and I'm almost cross-eyed looking at the total station!"

Gu Fanxing was about to respond when she was suddenly enveloped by warmth.

Pei Luonan walked behind her, stretched out his left hand to tuck her drooping hair behind her ear, and held a hand warmer in his right hand: "The ancient tomb is very humid, don't squat on the ground all the time." Although he said this to Gu Fanxing, his eyes swept over Ling Jiuer, "Take good care of her."

Ling Jiuer covered her chest exaggeratedly: "Don't worry, Mr. Pei! If Xingxing loses a hair, I will compensate her with myself!" She took Gu Fanxing's arm and dragged her into the station, "If we don't leave now, the exploration team will bury us as burial objects!"

Pei Luonan stood there, watching the two disappear around the corner of the corridor.

As soon as the black Maybach drove into the main road, he untied his tie and called up the real-time surveillance footage of Wang Xinyi.

In the picture, the woman was holding a red wine glass gracefully, but suddenly she splashed the wine at the photo of Pei Luonan and Gu Fanxing on the wall: "Gu Fanxing...you can't escape this time."

"Connect Kong Haoyu." Pei Luonan's voice was as cold as ice, and the in-vehicle communication system was connected instantly.

As soon as the call was connected, he got straight to the point: "Security at the ancient tomb site must be upgraded immediately. Arrange twenty elite personnel into four groups. One group will be disguised as migrant workers to guard the perimeter, one group will be disguised as archaeological assistants to provide close patrols, and the other two groups will alternate patrolling a five-kilometer radius."

"But Mr. Pei, the space on site is limited, I'm afraid..." Kong Haoyu's hesitation was interrupted by Pei Luonan.

"Let them blend into the exploration team and replace the temporary workers."

Pei Luonan pulled out a tablet from his suit pocket and pulled up a three-dimensional map of the burial site. He marked several key points with his fingertips and said, "Focus on monitoring the abandoned mines in the southeast and the dense forests in the northwest. Wang Xinyi won't show up in person, but the desperadoes she's fostering may infiltrate through these two directions."

He zoomed in on the flashing red dots on the satellite map. They were the signals from three anonymous numbers that Wang Xinyi had recently contacted. "Implant a triple-encrypted positioning chip in Gu Fanxing's phone, and install a micro tracker in the inner compartment of her backpack."

There was a rapid sound of keyboard tapping on the other end of the phone.

Kong Haoyu lowered his voice and said, "Boss Pei, according to the intercepted encrypted communications, Wang Xinyi contacted the black market arms dealer 'Viper' through three layers of middlemen.

The transaction code indicated that she had ordered two specially made silenced pistols and military-grade anesthetic sufficient to paralyze an elephant.

: More importantly, we discovered that she had hired a multinational mercenary team codenamed "Night Owl," whose members all had military backgrounds and were skilled in silent infiltration.

Pei Luonan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his bony fingers gripped the steering wheel, causing it to creak slightly. "Activate Shadow Team Plan B."

He called up the encrypted file, and detailed information about the "Blood Blade" gang in the suburbs popped up on the screen.

"Have the undercover agent focus on investigating the financial transactions between Wang Xinyi, Viper, and Old Ghost. She won't risk using someone she knows; this time, she's probably hiring a fugitive from out of town. Also, contact Interpol to verify the recent movements of the Night Owl team."

At the same time, in the gilded office on the top floor of Wang Group, Wang Xinyi was pruning red roses.

The sharp pruning shears precisely cut off the thorny stems, just as she planned every step.

"Boss Wang, 'Old Ghost' has replied."

The assistant bent over and handed it over with the encrypted tablet.

"He recommended a retired mercenary team from the Golden Triangle: the Night Owl Team, which specializes in infiltration and assassination. However, they require a five million deposit and require you to provide Gu Fanxing's daily route."

Wang Xinyi placed the rose in a crystal vase and gently stroked the petals with her nail-stained fingertips.

"Tell them that money is not a problem. But they need to find out Gu Fanxing's whereabouts themselves."

She stared at the secretly taken photos of Gu Fanxing working in the ancient tomb on her tablet, her eyes filled with morbid possessiveness. "Take her away from Pei Luonan and let him taste the pain of losing his beloved. Remember, she must be alive. I will torture her slowly."

In an abandoned warehouse drenched in heavy rain, three masked mercenaries were checking their equipment.

In a gun box disguised as an archaeological toolbox, a silenced pistol glowed coldly; a brush tube was converted into a syringe, and the needle was filled with neurotoxin.

The leading man spoke solemnly into the satellite phone, "The route has been confirmed. The mine ventilation duct leads directly to the west side of the tomb. However, security is tight around the target. We recommend waiting until the most severe thunderstorm to conceal our actions using the sound of the rain."

At the ancient tomb exploration site, Gu Fanxing was completely unaware of the turbulent situation in the dark.

She knelt at the edge of the coffin chamber, carefully cleaning a Han Dynasty music and dance picture with a soft brush.

Suddenly, the searchlight above our heads flashed violently, and a rumble like muffled thunder was heard in the distance.

Ling Jiuer ran over holding a survey instrument: "Xingxing! The weather warning says there will be severe convective weather. The director asked us to retreat first!"

Gu Fanxing looked up at the mottled colors on the mural. Those dancers spanning thousands of years seemed to be calling for help.

She gripped the shovel tightly. "Give me another ten minutes. Once this painting is exposed to the rain..."

In Pei Luonan's office, a holographic projection presents the terrain around the ancient tomb in three dimensions.

Dozens of red dots gathered at the entrance of the mine, gradually forming an attack formation.

"Activate hunting mode."

He tapped the tactical pen hard on the blue light dot representing Gu Fanxing.

"Drone swarms take off, snipers occupy the commanding heights. Remember, we must outsmart the enemy and not alert them. Have the security personnel lurking in the exploration team move Gu Fanxing to the east, where our ambush circle is."

Torrential rain washed every corner of the city. On one side, archaeologists were focused on racing against time, while on the other side, evil was quietly growing in the dark.

Pei Luonan looked at Gu Fanxing's focused profile in the real-time surveillance. In this battle between protection and conspiracy, he had already laid a net of heaven and earth, just waiting for the prey to fall into the trap.

At this moment, Wang Xinyi was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the rain and smiling. She thought she was in control of everything, but she didn't know that she had already fallen into the hunter's trap.

She stroked the photo of Pei Luonan that she had secretly taken on her phone and murmured to herself: "Pei Luonan, wait until that bitch disappears, you will be mine..."

On the other side of the city, members of the "Night Owl" team were sitting around a table covered with a topographic map.

One of the men, wearing tactical sunglasses, pointed a dagger at a cliff on the east side of the ancient tomb. "There's definitely an ambush along the conventional route. We can abseil down the cliff and through this thorn forest. We should reach the vent in three hours."

As soon as he finished speaking, another team member threw a stack of photos on the table. On top was the silhouette of Gu Fanxing bending over his work. "Remember, this time the employer only wants someone alive. Anyone who breaks the rules will end up like this photo."

With a swish, the photo was torn in half, and the battle in the dark had just begun.