The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Is everyone okay?" Coltrane's anxious and worried voice came out just as Coltrane and Stonebridge had braked the car and the door hadn't been fully opened.

Long Zhan and Nuo Wen dragged their tired bodies and walked out of the underground parking lot with unsteady steps. The dim light cast mottled shadows on them.

Kechuan's eyes were fixed on them, full of inquiry, as if he wanted to see through their expressions at a glance what had just happened.

"Can you please define what 'alright' is, sir?" Norman's brows were twisted into the shape of a "川" character, his face full of fatigue, but the corners of his mouth still stubbornly raised a teasing arc.

His voice was a little hoarse, with the lingering fear of defusing the bomb, and the complex emotions of surviving a disaster. Everything that happened today made him physically and mentally exhausted, but he was also grateful for the absurdity.

Coltrane and Stonebridge quickly jumped out of the car, their footsteps sounding particularly hurried in the empty parking lot.

There was anxiety in Stonebridge's eyes. He walked quickly to Norman and gestured with his hands unconsciously, asking Norman to tell him what had happened.

Ke Chuan stood a little further away, with his hands folded across his chest and a frown on his face. His eyes scanned back and forth between Long Zhan and Nuo Wen, not missing any details.

"Hassan is dead." Norman sighed slightly, his voice so low that it seemed to come from the bottom of a deep valley. As soon as he said this, the air around him froze instantly.

Shock and grief flashed across Coltrane and Stonebridge's faces. Hassan's death made this already dangerous operation even more serious.

"The nuclear bomb is about to explode. But don't worry, I blew it up." Nowen continued, with a complicated expression on his face, with fatigue mixed with relief and a hint of pride.

There was a gleam in his eyes, a gleam of pride after success in a desperate situation. Recalling the life-and-death battle with the nuclear bomb just now, it was really dangerous.

Kechuan looked confused, his eyes were wide open, and his face was full of confusion: "Excuse me, what the hell is the explosion?" He found it unbelievable that the nuclear bomb was exploded.

"Does it work?" Stonebridge couldn't help but lean over, his eyes flashing with curiosity and nervousness, knowing that the answer was related to everyone's fate.

"No, Michael, it doesn't work. It stopped. Didn't you hear it?" Long Zhan added from the side, with a hint of pride on his face, patting Stonebridge's shoulder.

There was a sense of relief in his voice, as if he was announcing the satisfaction of a great victory. He was filled with joy at the moment and just wanted to leave this place of death as soon as possible.

"To think I was worried about you idiots!" Stonebridge said to Long Zhan with a hint of sarcasm, but his eyes could not hide his relief.

Although he was harsh in his words, but at this critical moment of life and death, when he saw Long Zhan and Nuo Wen returning safely, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Long Zhan ignored Stonebridge's teasing. He just wanted to leave this troubled place as soon as possible. However, Stonebridge suddenly remembered something.

He turned his head sharply and asked Novin, "Wait, where is Chhetri?" Novin's answer might lead to a new crisis.

"Shakova, she said she knew where Chettri was, so I let her go." Novin replied to Stonebridge, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

The decision to let Sharkova go was like a heavy stone in his heart. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong, but he felt it was the only choice at the time.

After hearing this, Kechuan was immediately furious. His eyes were as big as copper bells, and he angrily retorted to Nowen: "Then why the hell don't you go with her?"

In his opinion, letting Shakova go was an extremely risky decision. Shakova's ambiguous identity and position might put them in greater trouble.

"I have to make a choice, sir. She's afraid of what Pavel will do to Chetri if he sees me." Novin explained hurriedly, his voice filled with helplessness and fatigue.

At that difficult moment, his heart was full of struggles, on the one hand he was worried about Chettri's safety, and on the other hand he felt the responsibility of the mission.

Kechuan's question made everyone fall into silence, and the air was filled with tension and helplessness. In this complicated situation, it seemed that this was the only way.

They all understand that in this crisis, every decision is full of risks and uncertainties, and one wrong step could lead to irreparable consequences.

At the same time, Shakova was rushing towards where Chhetri was, her steps hurried, her heart filled with worry and anxiety.

She knew very well that Chettri was in danger and Pavel's methods were cruel. Every second of delay would put Chettri in more danger. Time was running out and no time was lost.

When she finally found the hidden corner and saw Chhetri, her heart suddenly shrank, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

Chetri was tortured horribly. He curled up in a corner like a wounded beast, looking extremely miserable and pitiful.

Her hair was as messy as a bunch of dead grass, with a few strands of hair stuck to her blood-stained face. Her once bright eyes were now filled with fear and despair.

The blood in his nostrils had dried, leaving shocking streaks of blood on his face. Pavel's atrocities were appalling.

"It's okay, I'm here to help you, don't be afraid. It's okay!" Shakova hurriedly walked forward, squatted down, and comforted gently.

Her voice was gentle but firm, trying to dispel the fear in Chhetri's heart with this meager power. She gently held Chhetri's hands, which were cold and trembling.

"No, something's wrong. You don't know what he's going to do." Chettri said anxiously, his body still shaking slightly.

Pavel's cruelty and madness left her with lingering fears. She knew very well that the crisis was far from over and that even greater dangers might be ahead, which was frightening.

Shakova looked at Chhetri distressedly, and at this moment, her cell phone suddenly rang. The sharp ringtone was particularly harsh in this silent and depressing space.

Shakova was slightly stunned, then took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and said softly: "Pavel!" On the other end of the phone was a familiar and frightening voice.

"Katrina, I was just wondering, you finally chose a side!" Pavel's voice came from the other end of the phone, cold and full of sarcasm.

He seemed to have anticipated Sharkova's choice, but was somewhat unwilling to accept it. There was a hint of anger and disdain in his tone, full of gunpowder.

"Are you going to kill me?" Shakova asked Pavel half-jokingly, but also with some seriousness. She was afraid of Pavel, but also had a little hope.

She hoped that he would still remember their past friendship, let go of the hatred and obsession in his heart, and return to the right path.

"I'm going to do what I should do." Pavel said coldly, without a trace of emotion in his tone, as if he had been completely devoured by hatred and desire. His persistence led him to a path of no return. For the so-called "career", he would do anything, even make the whole world his enemy, which was chilling.

"Pavel, listen to me, no matter what you plan to do, you don't have to do it. We can still go home, we can still get our previous life back, there is always a chance, please, Pavel!" Shakova said anxiously, with a hint of tears in her voice.

In her contacts with Novin and others, she gradually came to her senses and realized that Pavel's behavior was wrong, crazy and dangerous.

"If you cared about me," Sharkova cried to Pavel in Russian, her voice full of affection and pleading.

She hoped to awaken a bit of tenderness in Pavel's heart, so that he would give up his crazy plan and return to her, to their former home, and regain warmth.

"I told you, my name is not Pavel." But Pavel did not change his mind at all because of Shakova's persuasion.

His voice was still cold, as if he had been blinded by hatred and desire. In his heart, there was only that unattainable "career", and everything in the past was forgotten.

"Pavel, where is he?" Shakova could no longer hear his voice, and a bad feeling welled up in her heart. She held the phone tightly in her hand, and her knuckles turned white from the force.

She knew that Pavel had completely given up and would continue to carry out that dangerous plan, and she had to stop him without delay.

Pavel mercilessly threw the phone aside and drove away. His eyes were full of determination, as if the whole world was against him.

He wanted to fight to the end for his beliefs. His car sped along the street, raising a cloud of dust, just like his heart at the moment, full of confusion and madness.

At this time, Coltrane was recalling the story of Pavel and Shakova, and his boss suddenly asked: "What about Shakova? Which side do you think she will be loyal to?"

This question may reveal the mystery of Sharkova and also affect the direction of subsequent actions.

"To her country," Coltrane answered without hesitation. In his opinion, although Sharkova was in a complicated situation, she was always loyal to her country in her heart.

He recalled every moment he had spent with Shakova. Her bravery and her struggles gave him a deeper understanding of her.

"Are you sure?" Coltrane continued to ask, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. In this world full of uncertainties, he maintained a cautious attitude towards everything.

Sharkova's position remained an unknown, and he needed Coltrane to give a more definite answer in order to make an accurate judgment.

“I think she’s a good soldier who has to make a lot of hard decisions,” Coltrane said, analyzing her more deeply.

He remembered Shakova's determination in the face of difficulties and her struggle when facing Pavel. Her every expression and every word kept appearing in his mind.

"It sounds like someone is interested in her?" Boss Kechuan guessed thoughtfully, with a meaningful smile on his face.

He seemed to hear something different in Kechuan's words, an emotion that went beyond the ordinary relationship of comrades-in-arms, which made Kechuan dissatisfied.

"This is the second time you've said something like this. The first time was when you called me arrogant, which was barely noticeable, but it's the second time. Your sentence structure is like someone who is learning English as a second language." Coltrane deliberately used these words to provoke him.

He was dissatisfied with his boss's strange remarks and tried to break the awkward situation by verbally counterattacking. He felt that his boss's words were groundless.

"Why am I here? Who are you?" Kechuan felt that something was increasingly wrong, and his heart was filled with confusion and anger.

He didn't know what the other party was going to do, why they tied him up here, and asked him some inexplicable questions. He was extremely alert.

As Kechuan thought about it, he tried to secretly unclasp his hands under the table. He moved carefully and glanced at his boss from time to time, fearing that he would be discovered.

His fingers groped in the dark, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the cold ground. Finally, he succeeded in twisting the stick out from under the table.

Coltrane gripped the stick tightly, suddenly stood up, and swung it at the opponent. His movements were swift and powerful, full of anger.

The boss was frightened by the sudden attack and stepped back repeatedly, with a horrified expression on his face. Coltrane's eyes flashed with anger, and he wanted an answer.

"Let me ask you one last time, who are you?" Kechuan shouted at him angrily, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

His voice echoed in the empty room, carrying an unquestionable majesty. The stick in his hand trembled slightly, a manifestation of anger and tension.

The other party did not answer, but instead showed a posture of wanting to fight with Coltrane. There was a hint of provocation in his eyes, as if to declare to Coltrane that he would not give in easily.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking Coltrane's anger and helplessness, which completely infuriated Coltrane.

Kechuan had been holding back a lot of anger during their conversation, and now he let it all out. He knocked the other person down on the table in just a few moves.

The anger in his heart had not yet subsided. He was breathing heavily, his eyes flashing with anger, staring at his boss who was lying on the table, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

However, before Kechuan could catch his breath, another security guard came in. When the security guard saw the scene inside the house, he immediately rushed up and started fighting with Kechuan.

Kechuan took the stick and started a fierce fight with the security guard. The security guard was burly and powerful, and each attack was full of strength.

Coltrane nimbly dodged the security guard's attacks, looking for opportunities to counterattack. After a fierce confrontation, Coltrane finally knocked the security guard unconscious on the ground.

The security guard's pistol also fell to the ground. Kechuan was quick to pick up the pistol and prepared to escape from this dangerous situation.

Not long after he escaped, he was besieged by a group of people. Kechuan's heart tightened, knowing that he was in a bigger predicament.

There was a hint of despair in his eyes and the pistol in his hand trembled slightly.

He had to look around for a chance to escape, but found that he was surrounded by enemies and his retreat was cut off.

(End of this chapter)