The film starts with the Navy SEALs

When Coltrane heard about Artem from Shakova, he immediately searched for his information on the iPad he carried with him. Soon, detailed information appeared on the screen. Coltrane introduced it to everyone while reading it: "Orlov, served in the 482nd Battalion of the Russian Marine Corps, and was later listed as missing in action." After hearing this information, everyone realized that things had become more complicated and difficult. The appearance of Artem might bring unexpected variables and challenges to their mission.

Novin continued to observe in the VIP area. He found that there were two guards guarding the door of a room. Their expressions were very serious and no one was allowed to approach. He felt that there might be important secrets hidden in this room. He pretended to be nonchalant and wandered around, trying to find an opportunity to approach the room. At this moment, a waiter came over with drinks. Novin had an idea and went up to chat with the waiter. Through clever questioning, he learned that this room was the core area of ​​the VIP area tonight and only certain people could enter. Novin thought to himself that Natasha Petrenko might show up soon.

Staggered tasks

Under the dim light, Kechuan and Novin stood in a corner of the slightly noisy room. The crowd around them was bustling, and the sounds of conversation and clinking of wine glasses were intertwined, but they could not conceal the solemn atmosphere between the two.

"Another dead Russian walking around." After listening to Coltrane's explanation, Noven frowned, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he whispered. His voice was low and hoarse, with a sense of vicissitudes left by years of walking on the edge of danger.

Kechuan looked solemn, nodded slightly, and scanned the surrounding environment with a sharp gaze, as if looking for hidden enemies in the darkness. "Okay, okay, stay sharp!" He said to Nowen, his voice was not loud, but full of unquestionable power. "There may be other hostile personnel here." He raised his voice and warned the surrounding team members, his tone revealed a calm and steady tone of a veteran.

Just as they finished their conversation, the door suddenly fell silent. A short-haired woman slowly walked in. She had a slim figure and light steps, but she had an innate confidence. Her appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention, as if a shining star had descended into this ordinary world.

"This is very similar to Natasha in the photo." Nowen's heart tightened, and he thought to himself. His eyes suddenly became sharp, like a cheetah finding its prey, and locked tightly on the woman. "I think it's her. She really showed up." His heartbeat began to speed up, and the blood flowed quickly in his veins. Every cell was ignited by the upcoming mission.

"A hostile person has been spotted. Go to the VIP area." Norman leaned slightly to one side, looking at the woman with his eyes slanted, and lowered his voice, almost whispering in a breath, for fear of attracting the other party's attention. His hand unconsciously touched the weapon at his waist. Although it was covered by his clothes, the familiar touch made him feel a little relieved.

"Keep your distance, don't mess this up, B1 is processing the CCTV surveillance, let us see them first." Kechuan made a quick deployment, his voice was steady and powerful, every word seemed to be carefully considered. His eyes were firm, revealing a high sense of responsibility for the mission and trust in the team.

"Got it." Nowen responded briefly, his eyes following the woman closely, not daring to relax for a moment. He followed Natasha quietly like a ghost, trying not to attract the attention of the people around him. His steps were light and steady, and every step was like a hunter stalking in the dark.

Natasha was surrounded by some female friends, who were chattering, and some of them were looking around with curiosity. Because he also had neat short hair, Nowen gave them a meaningful, indescribable smile, which was a subtle disguise, as if telling them that he was also a frequent visitor here, but in fact, his eyes never left Natasha, and followed her like a shadow.

Natasha walked into a room and sat down slowly. From the window, her profile could be clearly seen. Nowen's heart began to beat faster, and an inexplicable sense of urgency surged in his heart. He was a little anxious.

Shakova stood quietly beside him, observing everything closely. Her eyes were calm and deep, like a bottomless lake, making it impossible to fathom her thoughts.

"Come on, let's go in too." Nowen could no longer suppress his inner urge, and said to Shakova with a bit of urgency in his tone. His face was full of anxiety, and his body leaned forward slightly, as if he was ready to rush in at any time.

However, Shakova calmly rejected him: "The colonel gave us an order to wait and observe. So we should just wait!" Her voice was calm and firm, leaving no room for negotiation. Her eyes revealed her absolute obedience to the order and her professional judgment of the mission.

"Really? Then why did you sleep with him? Was that an order?" Nowen had learned this secret from somewhere, and suddenly exploded like a ignited gunpowder barrel. His face was full of anger and jealousy, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement.

When Shakova heard this, a flash of shock flashed across her face. She widened her eyes and looked at Novin in disbelief, as if she had never expected him to say such a thing. Her lips slightly opened, wanting to refute, but she was speechless for a moment.

"You know, Russia will get everything she needs." Novin's tone was a hint of sarcasm, as if he was kindly reminding her, but also as if he was venting his dissatisfaction. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, including dissatisfaction with Shakova and helplessness about his own situation.

"You know that Russia will get everything she needs? Humph, you have eyes, right? Are you so sure about what you saw?" Shakova repeated Novin's words with a sneer on her face, which was full of disdain for Novin's guess. Her eyes revealed a kind of stubbornness and pride, and she was unwilling to be questioned by Novin without reason.

"You've seen his cheekbones, that tight little butt, whatever you want." Sharkova did not show any weakness, and mocked Novin in return, with a little provocation in her words. There was a scornful smile on her face, as if she was mocking Novin's narrow-mindedness and ignorance.

"Yes, that's right." Norman was too lazy to argue with her anymore and turned away in annoyance, not wanting to continue listening to her sarcasm. His heart was filled with helplessness and anger, but he had nowhere to vent.

"Strong arms, real strong arms!" Sharkova seemed to be ignited with fighting spirit, and continued to speak, with a hint of inexplicable excitement in her voice. She seemed to want to vent all her dissatisfaction in her heart and let Novin know that she was not easy to mess with.

Nowen turned back and glared at her fiercely, then turned away and said impatiently: "Well, man, I'm sorry I asked this question. Not everything is work. I was wrong, so stop talking." This finally put an end to the fierce verbal battle. At the same time, Stonebridge came to the VIP room. He approached carefully and saw a figure inside through the glass window, leaning against the glass room.

"Unknown enemy, go negotiate with them." Stonebridge quickly reported to the headquarters in a low and firm voice. He picked up a wine bottle and used it as a makeshift combat tool, holding it tightly in his hand, and then walked steadily towards the window. Every step was steady and powerful, full of vigilance. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and courage, as if no difficulties could stop him from moving forward.

He saw the figure quickly move behind the curtain and hide. Judging from his figure, the man was tall and strong, like a small mountain.

"I found you. If you don't want to die, please turn around slowly." Stonebridge shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the room, full of deterrence. His voice was like a huge bell, which made people shudder.

After a while, the man slowly turned around. Stonebridge looked at the back, and a familiar feeling surged in his heart. As the other person's face gradually became clear, he couldn't help but shout in surprise: "Kahlil Gibran? How could it be you!" His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of disbelief. His face was full of surprise and confusion, as if he had seen a person who shouldn't be there.

"Michael! What the hell are you doing here?" Before Stonebridge could question him, Long Zhan asked loudly, with surprise and confusion in his tone. His voice was full of surprise and curiosity, wanting to know why Stonebridge was here.

"I'm working." Stonebridge felt very strange and replied with a frown, his heart full of doubts about Long Zhan's appearance. His eyes revealed a kind of vigilance, wondering what impact Long Zhan's appearance would have on his mission.

"You look good, man. You look like you've lost weight." Long Zhan looked at Stonebridge carefully and found that he had lost weight, but he was still in good spirits. He smiled slightly. His smile was teasing, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

"Thank you, I came here on purpose." Stonebridge responded simply, and then asked impatiently, "By the way, what are you doing here?" His eyes were full of curiosity and exploration, wanting to uncover the mystery of Long Zhan's appearance here.

Long Zhan pointed to a computer behind him and said seriously: "I'm working too. I want to hack into the surveillance system." His eyes revealed a kind of concentration and persistence, as if the whole world only had him and the computer in front of him.

"Ah? Are you following Petrenko too?" Stonebich asked in surprise, knowing nothing about Long Zhan's appearance and the work he was doing. His voice was full of surprise and confusion, as he had never expected that Long Zhan was also involved in such a mission.

Stonebridge tried to approach the monitoring junction box again, and when he got to the junction box, he carefully opened the junction box and began to check the wiring.

After a careful inspection, he found that Long Zhan had tampered with the line, which caused the interference of the CCTV signal. He quickly repaired the line and reported to Chettri through the intercom: "The signal interference problem has been solved, you can check the surveillance footage." After receiving the news, Chettri immediately started to check the surveillance footage. He carefully searched every corner of the screen, trying to find Natasha Petrenko.

"Petrenko? No, no, no, I'm investigating this bastard named Caleb Montgomery. I'm working for him." Long Zhan reported to Stonebridge truthfully, with a hint of determination in his eyes. His eyes revealed a kind of firmness and determination to the goal, as if he would not give up until Caleb Montgomery was caught.

"Montgomery? Who is that?" Stonebridge looked confused. He had never heard of this name before and his face was full of confusion. His eyes revealed a kind of bewilderment, and he was puzzled by this unfamiliar name.

"You know, he's a technology dealer, dealing with security, satellite systems, that kind of thing. I tracked down several payments to him from a shell company called 'Kingfisher', so I changed my job and joined the security team." Long Zhan explained patiently, recalling his investigation process, his eyes revealing a trace of fatigue. There was a trace of fatigue and helplessness in his voice, as if he was describing a difficult journey.

Stonebridge looked at Long Zhan and felt that they had suddenly become estranged. Unconsciously, the two of them separated to complete their respective tasks, and the tacit understanding they once had seemed to fade away over time.

"Are you working for the CIA now?" Stonebridge continued to ask Long Zhan. He really couldn't understand Long Zhan's behavior. He felt that what he did was more and more beyond his imagination. His eyes revealed a kind of suspicion and speculation, trying to find some clues from Long Zhan's answer.

"No, no, no, I'm self-employed, this is more of a hobby than anything else, Pavel shot me, Michael, you know? When I pee, it still hurts where I was shot." Long Zhan said, with a painful expression on his face, as if he recalled the pain at that time, "I must catch him." His eyes revealed a firm determination. His voice was full of pain and anger, and his hatred for Pavel made him more determined to catch Caleb Montgomery.

Stonebridge looked at Long Zhan's serious expression and felt complicated about his situation.

He immediately reported to the headquarters: "Headquarters, the target may be a man named Caleb Montgomery. I have confirmed the source of the surveillance interference and I am dealing with it." After that, he strode to the monitoring room to check the situation. (End of this chapter)