Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

If Tank's married life was a "physical battle" full of hand-to-hand combat and chaotic scenes, then Ghost Hand's family was a "battle of wits" that was silent yet thrilling.

Ghost Hand got married, which was even more shocking news within the Dragon Fang Squad back then than Liu Ming marrying three wives at the same time.

After all, in everyone's eyes, this super nerdy guy who wears black-rimmed glasses, spends 20 out of 24 hours a day glued to his computer screen, and is only interested in various codes and algorithms, is most likely to end up living a lonely life with a top-of-the-line server.

But fate is sometimes more illogical than the most complex encryption algorithm.

Ghost Hand's wife is named Anqi, the youngest chief architect at the National Cybersecurity Center, codenamed "Red Hacker Flower".

The two met during the "last stand" against Western financial hegemony. At that time, Liu Ming mobilized all resources, and An Qi was an expert sent by the government to assist Ghost Hand in network defense.

On the invisible digital battlefield, one took the offensive and the other the defensive, their millions of lines of code clashing and countless firewall attacks and defenses forging a powerful synergy between these two equally proud top hackers.

Thus, after peace was restored, these two geniuses, hailed as the "twin pillars of digital prowess" in the Dragon Kingdom, naturally obtained their marriage certificate under Liu Ming's guidance.

However, their married life was quite different from that of ordinary people.

……

On a weekend, in a large penthouse in a high-end residential complex in the city.

Instead of a cozy home theater or a romantic candlelight dinner, the over 100-square-meter living room was transformed into a super server room comparable to the intelligence center of the Ministry of National Defense.

Two huge curved screens were placed back to back, and countless thick network cables snaked across the floor like giant pythons. The air was filled with a strong smell of black coffee and a slight burnt smell from the servers running at high speed.

"Da da da da da..."

The sound of the keyboard striking the keys was like a torrential downpour on banana leaves, dense and rapid.

Ghost Hand was wearing a faded plaid shirt, his hair a mess. He stared intently at the screen, his fingers moving like afterimages across the keyboard.

On the screen, a red alert pop-up was flashing wildly, and a strange purple skull icon was trying to break through the third layer of defense logic he had just established.

"Anqi, your 'Trojan horse' variant is pretty good. It can even be disguised as the system's underlying garbage collection protocol."

While rapidly developing the antivirus patch, Ghost Hand shouted across the screen, his tone revealing the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

"However, you'll need to practice more to break through my 'Dragon Scale' firewall."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

On the other side of the screen, Angie was wearing an oversized men's T-shirt, sitting cross-legged on a gaming chair, with a lollipop in her mouth.

Her delicate face was full of stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

"Don't get too cocky. I was just testing your port mapping patterns. The real 'gift' is yet to come!"

Angie slammed down the Enter key.

"Buzz—" Ghost Hand's computer screen suddenly flickered, and then his firewall alarm instantly rose eight octaves!

"Holy crap! This is unethical! You're using a DDoS attack combined with a logic bomb to simultaneously target my server core?"

Ghost Hand exclaimed in surprise, his hands almost dancing out of afterimages on the keyboard.

"Are you trying to burn out your home router?"

"All's fair in war, honey."

Angie giggled across from her, her voice clear and melodious.

"Who told you to hack into my phone last night while I was showering and wipe out the limited edition keyboard from my shopping cart?"

"That keyboard is so ugly! It affects my typing experience!" "That's my keyboard! You're interfering with my freedom of choice when it comes to purchasing!"

The two bickered, but their hands didn't slow down at all. Data streams clashed wildly between the two computers, completing millions of attack and defense transitions in a single second.

This is their unique way of "showing affection".

No shopping, no movies, no arguing; any disagreements or grievances are resolved directly in the online world.

Whoever can breach the other's firewall gets to decide what to eat for dinner tonight; whoever can black out the other's computer screen gets to avoid a month of housework.

In their view, lines of perfect, logically beautiful code are more romantic than any sweet words.

……

"Beep—"

A crisp electronic sound rang out.

On the screen of the Ghost Hand, the purple skull shattered instantly, turning into a bunch of green gibberish.

He let out a long sigh of relief and slumped into the chair.

"Phew... Done. That combination of punches was interesting. It almost got you past the fourth level."

"Tch, consider yourself lucky."

Angie slammed her hand on the table in frustration, but her eyes were full of admiration.

"But your reverse tracking algorithm was quite clever, using the opponent's strength against them. I couldn't defend against it. You win tonight. So, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat your braised pork." Ghost Hand chuckled.

"No, we only offer takeout."

Angie refused without hesitation, "I just thought of an optimization, a new idea for that Trojan virus. I don't have time to cook. Order for yourself."

Ghost Hand rolled his eyes helplessly. He knew that once his wife got into work mode, even the King of Heaven would have to step aside.

Just then.

"Wah—" A clear cry of a baby came from the nursery next door.

The two of them froze for a moment, then, as if they had heard the highest level of combat alarm, they jumped up from their chairs and rushed to the nursery.

That was their one-year-old daughter, nicknamed "Source Code".

"Why is my baby crying? Is he/she hungry?"

Ghost Hand tenderly picked up his daughter and clumsily tried to soothe her.

"He might have peed. Hold him for a bit, I'll go get some diapers."

Angie also looked nervous.

In the online world, they are powerful and influential figures, but in real life, when faced with this delicate little life, they are as clumsy as two helpless novice gamers.

After finally changing the diaper and feeding the little "source code", the little guy finally stopped crying and stared at the world around him with his big, dark eyes.

Today is the first birthday of the little "source code". According to the tradition of our ancestors, we will hold a "grasping ceremony" for the baby.

A red cloth had already been laid out on the living room floor, covered with all sorts of auspicious objects.

There were gold ingots symbolizing wealth, seals representing power, calligraphy brushes and books signifying learning, and even a small wooden "dragon tooth" military dagger specially sent by Liu Ming.

"Come on, baby, see which one you like and go get it yourself." Angie placed her daughter on the edge of the red cloth, encouraging her with an expectant look on her face.

Ghost Hand squatted to the side, his palms sweating with nervousness.

"Take that seal! Become a high-ranking official someday, as powerful as Boss Liu!" he whispered, pointing to the seal.

Little "Source Code" sat on the red cloth, biting his finger and tilting his head to look at the dazzling array of items.

She seemed uninterested in the gold ingots and the writing brush; she didn't even glance at the wooden military dagger that symbolized power.

She slowly and unsteadily climbed to the center of the red cloth.

Then, to the somewhat astonishment of Ghost Hand and Angie's gazes...

The little "source code" stretched out its chubby little hand and grabbed something placed on the very edge.

It was an old-fashioned mechanical keyboard that Ghost Hand had casually placed there at some point.

"Click, click."

Little "Source Code" seemed to find the sound of the keyboard keys amusing. She giggled and slapped her little hands randomly on the keyboard, making crisp sounds.

Seeing this, Ghost Hand and Angie exchanged bewildered glances.

Half an hour passed.

Ghost Hand pushed up his glasses and suddenly burst into an extremely proud laugh.

"Hahaha! As expected of my daughter, Ghost Hand!"

He picked up his daughter and the keyboard together and gave the little one a big kiss on the cheek.

"What's this called? This is called bloodline awakening!"

"Honey, it looks like our family is about to have a 'Network Queen' who surpasses both of us!"

Anqi looked at her daughter, who was hugging the keyboard and grinning foolishly, and shook her head helplessly, but a gentle smile couldn't help but appear on her lips.

"Alright."

"As long as she's happy."

"At worst, we can just be the three of us..."

Angie looked at the two huge screens that were still flashing with a deep blue light, her eyes revealing an ultimate romance that belonged only to their family.

"...Together, let's darken the entire universe."