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

Heavy rain poured down, and Wang Xinyi's private estate flickered in the lightning.

In the study, the crystal chandelier suddenly exploded, and the flying glass shards created tiny silver lights on the Persian carpet.

She smashed the tablet against the wall, and the screen instantly cracked into a spider web: "A bunch of trash!" The scarlet nail polish was even more glaring against the bloodstains on her palm. The scene of the failed prisoner rescue operation on the surveillance footage was still playing in her mind - the scene of the Night Owl Squad failing to commit suicide by swallowing pills and being controlled by Pei Luonan, like a steel needle piercing her eyes.

"Pei Luonan was well prepared, and our people failed to rescue them..." Before the confidant could finish his words, Wang Xinyi grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall.

The woman's delicate makeup was distorted by rage. "The Night Owl Squad must shut up forever!" She grabbed the bottle of red wine on the table and drank it. The wine dripped, leaving horrible marks on her silk nightgown. "Pei Luonan thought he could pry them open by threatening their families? They are more stubborn than you think!"

After saying that, she walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the garden in the heavy rain, with a barely perceptible anxiety flashing in her eyes.

At the same time, in the private intensive care unit, Brother Hu's fingers suddenly clenched the bed sheets like a spasm.

The EEG monitor issued a sharp alarm, and the curve on the screen shook violently, as if a storm was about to break out.

Pei Luonan pushed open the electromagnetic shielding door and walked in quickly. The smell of disinfectant hit him in the face. He saw the veins on the man's forehead bulging, and he squeezed out broken syllables from his throat: "Blue and white porcelain... dock... double verification..."

"Record all the words!" Pei Luonan stared at the monitor.

Ever since it was announced that Brother Hu had died despite rescue efforts, Wang Xinyi had completely let down her guard, but she didn't know that the real key witness was gradually recovering forgotten memory fragments through the amnesiac she provided.

Two days ago, the blue and white porcelain pattern that Brother Hu drew with great difficulty on the bed sheet with an IV tube in a semi-comatose state vaguely echoed the clues in his mumbling at this moment.

On the bedside table, there was a model of a blue and white porcelain vase, which was placed there specially by Pei Luonan, hoping to stimulate Brother Hu to recover more memories.

The doctor then cautiously reported that the damaged area in Brother Hu's brain was slowly repairing.

Inside the interrogation room on the third underground floor, the cold white light made everything appear pale.

Spider was fastened to a special interrogation chair with carbon fiber restraints. Pei Luonan pushed the tablet computer across the bulletproof glass table. The screen played a real-time image of Spider's mother in the nursing home - the old woman was tremblingly wiping the photo of her son in the frame.

"You said last month that you wanted to replace her with the latest model of pacemaker?"

Pei Luonan turned the pen, and the metal tip made a harsh sound as it scratched the glass.

“The battery life of the one I’m using now is only 48 hours.”

Spider's neck veins bulged, and a bloodshot smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Boss Pei, don't you find this kind of trick boring? Miss Wang and I are just ordinary business partners, nothing more."

He deliberately emphasized the word "ordinary" and twisted his wrists in the restraints, trying to break free.

The electric current ran through his skin along the restraints, leaving burn marks on his neck, but it still couldn't shake the stubbornness in his eyes.

But his eyes would unconsciously drift towards the screen, and looking at his mother's old face, ripples would arise in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he joined the Night Owl Squad many years ago, Wang Xinyi promised to take good care of his mother. This promise was like a shackle, making him struggle painfully between family affection and loyalty.

In the interrogation room next door, Scorpion leaned back against the iron chair, staring at the first countdown mark he had carved on the wall with his fingernails.

Ken threw a stack of ballistic analysis reports on the table. The bullet number in the bullet hole photo was exactly the same as that of the Scorpion's pistol.

"Bombing on San Miguel Street in Mexico City, five dead."

Ken pulled up the satellite call records, and the red dots on the map formed a sinister trajectory.

"This evidence is enough to put you in jail for life. Confess, who ordered you to assassinate Gu Fanxing?"

The scorpion sneered and spat bloody saliva on the ground.

"Evidence? Who knows if it's fabricated by you? You want to frame me? Dream on!"

He exerted force suddenly, and the chair dragged on the ground with a harsh sound, and the veins on his neck bulged.

When Ken called up the real-time footage of his daughter in kindergarten, Scorpion suddenly became quiet. He just stared at the screen, his Adam's apple moving constantly, but he never uttered a word.

The image of his daughter in the video kept flashing through his mind: the little girl was standing at the school gate with her schoolbag on her back, looking around anxiously.

Thinking of Wang Xinyi's "kindness" to him, his heart was torn between struggle and torment.

Once, when he was seriously injured while on a mission, it was Wang Xinyi who arranged for top doctors to bring him back from the brink of death. This life-saving favor made it difficult for him to betray her easily.

In the third interrogation room, Lao Mao sat quietly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Pei Luonan pulled out the hospital bill and pushed it in front of him: "Your wife's surgery fee is still short. As long as you tell the truth..."

“Don’t threaten me with my family!”

The old cat suddenly jumped up, but was pulled back to his seat by the restraints.

"I know nothing! All actions are arranged by the boss (Scorpion), and I know nothing else!"

He was breathing heavily, sweat from his forehead dripping onto the table, his eyes full of vigilance and resistance.

Even when he saw his wife wiping her tears, he just turned his face away and dug his nails deep into his palms.

But his body trembled slightly, showing that his heart was far from as calm as he appeared.

The entire interrogation floor was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.

Pei Luonan looked at the three stubborn figures on the surveillance screen, and thought of Brother Hu's condition in the medical cabin.

At this moment, Brother Hu frowned and kept mumbling in his coma. Some vague words came out of his mouth: "Safe... Password..."

To Pei Luonan, these fragmented sentences were invaluable clues.

He sat on a bench outside the medical cabin, listening to the recording over and over again, trying to piece together a complete chain of evidence from these fragments.

The technicians sent new information. Through in-depth analysis of Brother Hu's brain waves, they found that a coordinate frequently appeared in his memory, which was very close to the longitude and latitude of the West City Wharf.

Meanwhile, Wang Xinyi, who was at the manor, was holding an emergency meeting.

She stood in front of a digital map that marked all her properties and secret locations.

"Pei Luonan will not give up," she glanced at everyone present, "We must speed up the destruction of data and prepare a backup plan."

Although her voice was firm, her clenched fists revealed her inner tension.

She knew that the Night Owl Squad was her last line of defense. Once they opened their mouths, all her hard work would be in vain.

After the meeting, she went to the secret room alone and looked at the spare account books in the safe. After hesitating for a long time, she decided to move these key evidences.

Pei Luonan raised his lips slightly, put on his tactical headset and ordered Ken: "Increase the force, they can't hold on any longer."

He knew in his heart that this psychological warfare had reached its most critical moment.

Every silence of the Night Owl Squad and every muttering of Brother Tiger add new variables to this game.

At that moment in the manor, Wang Xinyi was staring at her tablet. Seeing the Night Owl team remain tight-lipped under such high pressure, her tense nerves relaxed slightly. "Very good, just hold on for another 72 hours until the data is automatically destroyed..."

A sinister look flashed across her eyes, but she didn't know that the fragments in Brother Hu's memory that were becoming clearer and clearer were becoming the deadly blade that pierced her defenses.

This game between silence and truth intensified in the rainstorm, pushing both sides towards the final showdown every second.