The Neighbors Call Me a Soft-Boiled Man, and the Darknet Calls Me a Tyrant!

My wife thinks I am worthless. After all, I married into a poor place like Central Village in Kowloon City. I carried a pink piggy reusable bag to buy groceries every day, and was pointedly pointed at and called "a soft-rice man" by the neighborhood aunts. My wife is even more ruthless - wearing a floral apron, wielding a bone chopping knife, she would break the table with a vendor for two cents of green onions. She "can't even understand how to use a smartphone" and thinks I'm a coward every day. But she didn't know that her husband was an international arms tyrant wanted on the dark web with a billion-dollar reward. I didn't know either, but my wife is "Zero", the number one hacker on the dark web classified as an SSS-level threat by the Pentagon. Until that day, the world's top mercenary group surrounded our rental house. I sighed, opened the modified grocery cart, and prepared to pull out the six-tube Gatling underneath. Then I saw - My wife, who couldn't even operate a calculator, grabbed the old cash register calculator on the table and started tapping it. The armed drones in the sky suddenly turned their guns and started killing each other. Neither does the Gatling lift in my hand, nor does it release. Wife. You call this "only knowing how to settle accounts"?