The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Under the hustle and bustle and neon lights of the city, an undercurrent of sin is quietly surging.

Kechuan held the walkie-talkie tightly, his expression solemn, his eyes fixed on the bar filled with a dangerous atmosphere, where the dust and smoke from the explosion were still everywhere.

"B2, report the situation!" His voice was low and powerful, buzzing in the walkie-talkie, as if to penetrate the noisy night.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the bar, the sound was like the roar of an angry beast, shaking the air around it. Kechuan's heart suddenly tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He subconsciously took a step forward, but was stopped by the invisible danger.

The sentence "then asked worriedly on the intercom" is grammatically incorrect. It should be changed to "then asked anxiously on the intercom". Novin was in the bar, in the midst of chaos. The impact of the explosion made him stagger and almost fall. He nimbly dodged the fragments flying around like raindrops, each of which was like a deadly flying knife, whizzing through the air. While dodging, he quickly picked up the intercom and replied: "Pavel detonated a simple bomb, I can't find E1." There was a hint of anxiety and helplessness in Novin's voice. In this chaotic environment, finding E1 became extremely difficult.

Chhetri was outside, concentrating on the positioning device in his hand. The flashing dots on the screen represented the positions of his teammates, which were their connection in this dangerous mission. However, the sudden sound of sirens not far away broke his concentration. He raised his head suddenly and saw several police cars driving at lightning speed, with flashing lights, like swords cutting through the darkness. The police quickly got out of the car. They were dressed in uniforms, holding weapons, and approached the bar with serious faces.

Seeing this, Chettri immediately reported to everyone on the intercom: "Emergency, the police have intervened." His voice was hurried and nervous. This sudden situation put the entire mission into a more dangerous situation. After that, he and Kechuan quickly started the car, and the roar of the engine sounded instantly. They were ready to pick up Long Zhan and his men.

At this time, Long Zhan was still in the bar. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he locked onto the young man in the chaotic crowd. The young man's leg was injured and he had difficulty moving, which made it easy for Long Zhan to catch him. Long Zhan grabbed the young man's arm and held him tightly. "The target is in our hands, and targets A and E have escaped." Long Zhan calmly reported the situation into the walkie-talkie. Although they caught this key figure, Long Zhan and his team did not feel any sense of accomplishment, because the mission seemed to have deviated from the original track.

"Take the target to the evacuation point." Ke Chuan instructed Long Zhan on the intercom. His voice was steady and powerful, trying to take control of the overall situation in this chaotic situation.

Stonebridge looked at the bodies and injured citizens lying on the ground, his heart full of pity. He cried and said to the intercom: "Boss, there are many injured citizens here, we can't be caught here." The tragic scene in front of him made his heart full of pain and struggle. They were people who were carrying out the mission, but they didn't want to fall into such a purgatory on earth.

"Come out quickly, we're on the way." Kechuan urged everyone anxiously. He knew that time was running out and every second was crucial.

Nowen looked at the bodies on the ground, and his heart ached. He squatted down and gently put his fingers to the nose of a wounded person, trying to feel the faint breath to see if there were any signs of life. However, most of the wounded had stopped breathing, which made him feel even more depressed.

"Let's go, Nuo Wen, let's go, it's too late." Long Zhan urged Nuo Wen. He knew very well that there was no time to delay, otherwise they would all be in danger.

As the sirens became louder and louder, they had to give up trying to save the injured and leave the place quickly. Kechuan and Chetri helped Long Zhan and the others get in the car and quickly drove away from the scene. The car sped along the street like a black lightning, and the sirens behind them gradually faded away.

They took the young man to a hidden room and prepared to interrogate him. The room was dimly lit and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless. The young man sat on a chair, looking at his injured thigh, and said to Long Zhan and the others while enduring the pain: "My thigh was stabbed, man. You said you would take me to the hospital." There was a hint of pleading in his eyes, but more of unwillingness and stubbornness.

"Don't worry, I will take you there, but I have to wait until you answer a few questions." Long Zhan looked at the young man and walked around him slowly, with a sense of oppression in his eyes. He sat in front of the young man and said coldly: "You know what? You are done, I will make sure you will never be able to work again." Long Zhan tried to intimidate the young man with words and make him tell them the information they wanted.

However, the young man was not frightened by Long Zhan's words. Instead, he threatened Long Zhan's security job with a mocking smile on his face: "Do you think I'm afraid of you? And this exhausted sheriff? This man came to me and begged me to give him a job. He's quite pitiful. He used to be a soldier, but now he can't make a living. Wow, it's really funny." The young man's words were like sharp blades, piercing Long Zhan's heart, but Long Zhan still pretended to be calm and looked at him quietly. He knew not to be angered by the other party's words.

Norman watched the two of them deadlocked, feeling a little anxious. She walked up to the young man and asked, "What did you sell to the Russians?" Norman's voice was clear and firm, which seemed particularly abrupt in this depressing room.

The young man looked at Novin with disdain in his eyes. Novin continued, "They are a group of rogue hot workers, you know?" Novin tried to make the young man realize the seriousness of the matter by describing the danger of the Russians.

After hearing this, the young man laughed and replied to Norman: "Haha, do you think I'm afraid of you?" Then he pointed at Long Zhan in front of him and continued to mock him.

Nuo Wen couldn't listen any longer, and her anger was instantly ignited. She rushed to the young man, grabbed his neck with one hand, and said angrily: "Hey, I'm warning you, you have no right to say that to him, do you understand? Not now, and even less in the future." After Nuo Wen finished speaking, she slapped him twice in the face. Her eyes revealed determination and anger, and she would never allow anyone to insult Long Zhan.

"Besides, the people you should really worry about are not us, but others." Nowen let go of his hand and said coldly.

At this time, Shakova and Kechuan came over. Kechuan looked at the young man with a sense of majesty in his eyes. He couldn't help but say, "Asshole, Hong Kong authorities, British and American intelligence agencies, the US Trade Commission, not to mention the Russians. How will you guys deal with him?" Kechuan's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy bomb, exploding in the young man's heart.

"Take him to the high-level interrogation center in Siberia?" Shakova added.

"I certainly won't suggest you go anywhere. We are the most merciful Mr. Montgomery. What on earth do they want to do?" Kechuan's expression instantly became more serious, and he looked straight at the young man and questioned him. His tone was hundreds of times harsher than what Long Zhan and Norman said to the young man. The young man looked at Kechuan's eyes and felt a surge of fear in his heart. He knew that Kechuan was serious, and if he didn't say anything, he might really suffer more severe torture. So, he finally said, "I only know about this matter, the Russian satellite station." The young man's voice was a little trembling. He knew that he might face greater danger after saying this, but at this moment he had no choice.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Pavel took Petrenko to the basement. The basement was dark and damp, filled with an old smell. Artem drove slowly into the underground parking lot. His car made a low roar in the silent parking lot, breaking the tranquility here.

Pavel watched Artem slowly get out of the car, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. He said to Artem, "Artem, you're late." Pavel's voice was cold and stern, as if he was blaming a subordinate who had made a mistake.

"Where did you ask me to die?" Artem replied arrogantly to Pavel in Russian, his tone full of anger and dissatisfaction. In his opinion, Pavel's accusation was unreasonable.

"Don't speak Russian." Pavel said to him even more dissatisfiedly. He seemed to be particularly concerned about the fact that Artem spoke Russian.

"Fuck you, don't speak Russian." Artem retorted to Pavel without giving in, and the tension between the two became increasingly intense.

"You should have taken her away safely." Pavel complained to Artem in a clear voice, his eyes revealing a hint of disappointment and anger.

Artem also replied in a clear voice with his hands in his pockets: "That's what I want to do." Artem's attitude remained tough, and he didn't think he had done anything wrong.

"I've been dealing with the British military, doing hard work all my life, assassinations. Odessa, Kiev, the Black Sea massacre. I knew you could evacuate safely because you were good at your job. We all had to be good at our jobs before this regime forced us to give up everything we had, but he betrayed us and threw us aside." Pavel said to Artem very angrily, his words full of memories of past experiences and dissatisfaction with the current situation.

"First you abandoned me, and now you're giving me a lecture?" The more Artem listened to Pavel's words, the angrier he became. He felt that Pavel's words were shirking responsibility and disrespecting him.

Petrenko felt something was wrong. The two of them were getting more and more excited and tense. She quickly patted Artem on the shoulder and said, "Artem, are you ready?" She tried to ease the tense atmosphere and calm the two down.

"Then let's get going now!" Artem took the opportunity to reply. He didn't want to argue with Pavel anymore and just wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Pavel pinched Artem's face provocatively and walked away. His action was full of provocation and insult. Seeing Pavel being so arrogant to him, Artem's anger was ignited again. He warned Pavel: "You have to remember, we work with you, not for you." Artem's eyes revealed determination and anger. He would never allow Pavel to look down on him like this.

Then the three of them got into the car in a hurry. The car slowly drove out of the underground parking lot and disappeared into the night, but their destination and the danger they were about to face were still unknown. In this world full of conspiracy and danger, their fate was like duckweed in the wind, erratic.

After receiving the information about the Russian satellite station from the young man, Kechuan and others did not relax their vigilance. They knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg and there was a bigger conspiracy behind it. Long Zhan began to carefully analyze the young man's words, trying to find more clues. He paced back and forth in the room, and various possibilities kept emerging in his mind. "Russian Satellite Station, what the hell are they doing?" Long Zhan said to himself, with a hint of doubt and determination in his eyes.

Novin began to collect information about the Russian satellite station. She sat in front of the computer, her fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard. Various information kept flashing on the screen, and she tried to find useful clues from this massive amount of data. "Has this satellite station had any unusual activities recently?" Novin thought while searching for relevant information in various databases.

Shakova and Chetri were responsible for conducting a more in-depth interrogation of the young man, hoping to get more details about the Russian plan from him. "You'd better tell the truth, otherwise you know the consequences." Shakova said coldly to the young man, with a deterrent look in her eyes. Although the young man was afraid, he was still a little stubborn. He lowered his head and remained silent.

Kechuan was communicating with his superiors, reporting the current situation. "We have obtained some intelligence about the Russian satellite station, but further investigation is needed." Kechuan said on the phone, his voice full of responsibility. The superiors affirmed their work and asked them to find out the truth as soon as possible and prevent possible dangers.

at the same time.

Pavel, Artem and Petrenko were in the car, and the atmosphere was still very tense. Pavel sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, without saying a word.

Artem held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his face was very serious. Petrenko sat in the back seat, looking at the two of them, feeling a little worried.

(End of this chapter)