The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Be careful, man, we have a mission." Stonebridge walked sideways past Long Zhan and warned him with a hint of concern in his tone. His eyes revealed a kind of care and worry for his comrades, hoping that Long Zhan would pay attention to safety.

"I'm sorry, did you just say that I interfered with the signal?" Long Zhan confirmed with Stonebeach again, he was a little confused as to how he could interfere with the signal. There was a trace of confusion on his face, he felt incredible that he interfered with the signal.

"You interfered with our signal, man!" Stonebridge confirmed with certainty, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness. There was a hint of helplessness and complaint in his voice, and he was somewhat dissatisfied with Long Zhan's behavior of interfering with the signal.

"So what are you going to do? Is it this man called Petrenko?" Long Zhan also asked Stonebeach. He was also full of curiosity about Stonebeach's mission. His eyes revealed a kind of curiosity and exploration, wanting to know the content of Stonebeach's mission.

Stonebich began to operate the computer that emitted signals, and said as he did so: "Ms. Petrenko may be Pavel's partner." As he spoke, he pulled out the signal jammer from the computer, held it in front of Long Zhan and asked: "Is this yours? Yours?" His eyes revealed a questioning and confirmation look, hoping that Long Zhan would admit that the jammer was his.

"Yes." Long Zhan replied frankly. His voice revealed a kind of honesty and straightforwardness, without any intention of hiding anything.

"Wait a minute, your target might meet my target." Long Zhan thought for a moment and suddenly said. His eyes revealed a kind of thinking and speculation, and he was a little surprised at the possibility of the two targets meeting.

"Maybe." Stonebridge thought about it and replied slowly. There was uncertainty and caution in his voice. He agreed with Long Zhan's speculation, but he was not sure.

The two men smiled at each other, and Long Zhan said with emotion: "Well, it seems that this world is really not that big. Or rather, it's too fucking small. We are fighting the same war, Michael." His smile was full of emotion and helplessness, and he felt a little amused and helpless about the tricks of fate.

At this moment, the whole space seemed to be filled with a subtle atmosphere.

Different tasks and different goals are intertwined at this seemingly accidental moment, making everyone realize that what they are about to face may be a more complex and difficult challenge.

Behind this, there are the intricate conflicts of interest and fierce secret competition among various forces. Everyone is like a chess piece on the chessboard.

Pushed by an invisible hand, towards an unknown ending.

In that dim corner, Novin and Shakova were still waiting quietly.

Their eyes were fixed on the room where Natasha was, each with different thoughts in mind. Noven was thinking about how to get closer to the target and obtain more useful information without violating orders;

Sharkova was reflecting on the quarrel with Novin, and was also worried about whether there would be any unexpected changes in the upcoming action.

In the monitoring room of the VIP room, Stonebeach and Long Zhan were also busy. Stonebeach carefully checked the monitoring equipment, trying to find more clues about Petrenko;

Long Zhan was standing aside, recalling his investigation of Caleb Montgomery.

Thinking about the next course of action, they occasionally exchanged a few words, sharing their discoveries and guesses. The atmosphere was sometimes tense, and sometimes became more relaxed because of some unexpected discoveries.

In the outside world, the hustle and bustle of the city remains, and people are busy in their own lives, completely unaware that in this seemingly ordinary place, a thrilling contest is quietly taking place.

Everyone is working hard for his or her own goal, and their destinies are closely linked together at this moment. What awaits them are unknown challenges and a future full of uncertainties.

Perhaps, in this war without the smoke of gunpowder, they will discover more unexpected secrets and face more difficult choices, and all this has just begun...

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The night was like thick ink, weighing heavily on the sky above the city. Only the neon lights flickered and jumped, adding a bit of illusory color to this dark world. Petrenko, wearing a neat and straight black suit, stood upright in the corner of a luxuriously decorated high-end club. Her sharp eyes were like cold stars in the night sky, vigilantly and keenly scanning everything around her, not missing any slight movement. At this time, a handsome young man with extraordinary temperament walked towards her with an elegant and calm pace. He was wearing a well-cut and high-quality gray suit. An exquisite silver tie clip at the collar flashed a cold light under the bright lights, and the whole person exuded a unique charm.

"Hello, Petrenko." The man's voice was deep and mellow, like a mellow wine, with an innate magnetism. There was a seemingly friendly and gentle smile on his face, but that smile did not reach his eyes.

Petrenko frowned slightly, his willow-like eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes lingered on him briefly, as if examining a strange and suspicious object, then nodded slightly, and responded in a flat tone: "Well, you are here."

The two of them sat down slowly on the soft and comfortable sofa. The man elegantly crossed his legs and leaned lazily on the sofa. He said with a nonchalant look, "They always say that work and entertainment can't be mixed, but for me, this has never been a problem worth worrying about." As he spoke, his eyes suddenly fixed on Petrenko's injured forehead. A trace of imperceptible curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he asked with interest, "Ah, what happened here?"

Petrenko's face darkened instantly, and his already stern expression became even colder at this moment. His tone was filled with obvious displeasure and resistance: "What does this matter?"

The man chuckled lightly, with a hint of ridicule in his laughter, spread his hands, and said casually: "It's just a chat, we are just chatting casually, why be so serious." But in his heart, he secretly felt that Petrenko was really worldly-wise and didn't understand romance at all. Petrenko frowned even tighter, and his eyebrows were almost tangled into a knot, and he said firmly: "I never like to talk about those insignificant gossips."

"Please give me some concessions, just give me some face." The man showed a little weakness, with a helpless and slightly pleading look on his face. Who would have thought that this seemingly casual move would be so effective that Petrenko was actually shaken.

She hesitated for a moment, then her tense expression relaxed a little, and she said, "I fell from a tree when I was a child."

The man raised his eyebrows, which were suspicious and scrutinizing. He stared at Petrenko and said in a questioning tone, "Okay, but that doesn't look like an ordinary scar left by falling from a tree, does it?"

Petrenko's face suddenly turned ugly, and an embarrassing blush appeared on his fair face, as if the most reluctant pain in his heart was touched. Seeing this, the man immediately raised the crystal clear wine glass in his hand, smiled again, and said enthusiastically: "Come on, cheers!" He cleverly changed the subject, as if everything just now was just an insignificant episode.

At this time, in another part of the city, Coltrane was sitting in a dimly lit room filled with documents. He stared at the computer screen with his concentrated eyes, as if he could see through the screen. His fingers tapped quickly and forcefully on the keyboard, and he inquired about the information about the Charity Hill nightclub through various secret and complex channels. As the investigation gradually deepened, he found that this nightclub often held some mysterious parties, and the backgrounds of the participants were as complicated as a complex and difficult to sort out web, including some people with criminal records and bad deeds. This amazing discovery made him more certain that there must be a huge and dangerous conspiracy hidden here, and they were about to face a severe and challenging test.

Coltrane and Chetri maintained close contact and, through advanced wireless communication equipment, adjusted their action plans quickly and accurately at any time based on monitoring images and feedback from other team members.

"We've got our eyes on the target. It looks like some shady deal is going on." Chettri sat in the car, staring at the nightclub in front of him without blinking, and reported to everyone nervously and hurriedly through the communication equipment.

"Just observe and let nature take its course! Don't act rashly." Kechuan's voice was steady and calm, and there was a reassuring power in his steady tone. He knew very well that in such a delicate and dangerous situation, rash action would only alert the enemy and make everything worse.

Inside the nightclub, Stonebridge and Long Zhan were also paying close attention to the movements around them with high vigilance.

"B1 is coming out." Stonebridge lowered his voice, which was low and hoarse, and spoke cautiously into the communication device.

Long Zhan hurriedly followed Stonebridge and said eagerly, "Where do you want to go? I'll go with you." There was a firmness in his tone that could not be refused.

Stonebridge stopped, turned around slowly, and refused with a serious face: "No, you can't." That expression seemed to tell Long Zhan that this was something that could not be negotiated.

Long Zhan's mood suddenly fell to the bottom, and there was a hint of loss and confusion in his tone: "I feel the atmosphere is a bit tense and depressing, Michael! Why? Is it because I left without saying goodbye before?" The voice was full of confusion and grievance.

Stonebridge sighed helplessly, that sigh was full of helplessness and fatigue, and patiently explained: "No, that's because I'm performing an important task, so you stay here and let me do my job with peace of mind."

Long Zhan raised his voice, and the voice echoed in the empty space, and he said with some blame: "Do you feel that we seem to be getting less and less sociable?"

At this moment, a man with a thick beard strode in. He was Artem Orlov. He walked straight to the wine cabinet, picked up a bottle of wine with a quick and decisive movement, and said casually while looking at it casually: "Always checking the room, always so nervous. I can detect the movement of the army a mile away." There was a hint of pride and disdain in his tone.

Long Zhan looked at him and said without showing any weakness: "No offense, buddy, but there are two of us and you are just one. You should bring more people." There was a provocative gleam in his eyes.

Orlov raised his lips in a cold smile, which was full of ridicule and disdain. He challenged fearlessly, "Oh? Really? Just you?"

Just as he finished speaking, a man who was taller than Orlov but very thin came in. He had no expression on his face, and his stern face was like an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years. He exuded a chilling and dangerous aura, as if he would beat Long Zhan and the others at any time.

Orlov pretended to be indifferent, with a cynical expression on his face, and introduced: "This is Boyanka, he doesn't understand English, nice to meet you, he has no social skills or professional ethics, he is just a 'villain', yes, a complete villain." As he said, he moved closer to Boyanka and whispered: "Do it." Although the voice was light, it seemed to carry a deadly force.

Long Zhan also quietly discussed with Stonebridge: "Big guy and big mouth? It looks like we're going to have a tough battle." The tacit understanding between the two was instantly ignited, as if they had telepathic connection and could understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.

"I'll deal with the big guy." Stonebridge whispered back, with a firmness and determination in his voice.

Thus, a fierce and hot battle broke out instantly. Stonebich rushed towards Boyanka like a brave cheetah, and Long Zhan rushed towards Orlov flexibly like an agile monkey. The room was in chaos, the tables and chairs were knocked over, and the items were scattered everywhere, making a mess.

Although Orlov looked thin and frail, his movements were extremely agile and quick. He kept dodging Long Zhan's attacks and finding the right time to counterattack from time to time. Long Zhan gradually gained the upper hand in this contest with his strong strength and skillful techniques. He swung a heavy punch with a whirring sound, hitting Orlov's chin and knocking him to the ground.

However, the situation on Stonebrick's side was not optimistic. Boyanka was tall and strong, with amazing strength, like a towering mountain. He pushed Stonebrick against the wall with a huge force, making Stonebrick unable to move, as if he was nailed to the wall.

(End of this chapter)