The film starts with the Navy SEALs

In the dim room, the air seemed to be filled with tension and solemnity.

The vicious man was burly, with muscles as tight as steel. His face was full of flesh, and his eyes were emitting a fierce and cold light, staring at Pavel in front of him. Suddenly, he swung his strong arms and hit Pavel hard with a hammer. With a dull sound of impact, Pavel's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

"You're lucky. At least the Americans are decent enough to bomb their enemies and then rebuild shopping malls and fast food restaurants on top of the ruins."

The vicious man let out a chilling laugh that was full of mockery and disdain, and it seemed like an echo from hell, reverberating in this small space.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out his pistol without hesitation, pointed the black muzzle at Pavel's head, and with a "bang", the bullet instantly penetrated Pavel's head, blood and brains splattered out, Pavel's body twitched a few times, and then there was no movement. Then, he turned the muzzle of the gun to the two people next to Pavel, and pulled the trigger mercilessly. With two "bangs", the two people also fell to the ground, and blood quickly spread on the ground. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, like a thick haze, suffocating people.

Long Zhan, Stonebridge and others nearby were all stunned by the man's crazy behavior. Long Zhan, tall and straight, with deep and sharp eyes, was full of shock at the moment, but more of a calm scrutiny, as if he was thinking about the hidden meaning behind all this. Stonebridge frowned slightly, his face full of doubts and confusion. He was so cruel to his compatriots. The degree of cruelty of this man was beyond imagination. However, they did not stop it, as if all this was within their expectations, and there seemed to be some unspeakable tacit understanding that made them choose to remain silent.

……

On the city streets of the Philippines, the scorching sun shines unobstructed on the earth. The entire city seems to be placed in a huge steamer, so hot and stuffy that it makes people breathless.

A black SUV was speeding along the street, raising a cloud of dust.

There are three people, two men and one woman, who are unemployed.

The long-haired woman sat in the co-pilot seat. Her eyes were focused and determined as she stared at the military confidential computer in front of her. Her hands tapped quickly on the keyboard, making crisp sounds.

"We have obtained the satellite orbit information."

Her voice was calm and steady, breaking the brief silence in the car.

"What's the situation?" asked Stonebridge, who was driving, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead, his hands firmly holding the steering wheel.

"It's deviating from its trajectory and is going very fast. It's about to land ten kilometers away from Malawi, in a civilian area called Sanshangwa, which is the headquarters of the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant. It's basically going to fall in the center of the battlefield." The long-haired woman spoke as she quickly switched between various data and images on the computer, her expression becoming increasingly solemn.

The camera slowly turned to the Earth's atmosphere. The satellite was passing through the atmosphere at a very fast speed, rubbing against the air violently, and a blazing flame ignited on the outside, like a meteor with a long tail of fire, falling rapidly towards the ground. Looking up from the ground in the Shengshangwa area, the falling scene of the satellite was extremely spectacular. The bright fire drew a beautiful but dangerous arc in the sky, causing a group of militants below to shout excitedly. They raised their guns one after another, with fanatical expressions on their faces, and then quickly got into the car and rushed to the crash site at the fastest speed. The roar of the engine echoed in the air, as if a group of hungry beasts were chasing prey.

Soon, the militants arrived at the crash site in two dilapidated vehicles. The satellite had disintegrated in the air, turning into countless large and small pieces. The small pieces had burned up in the air, and the rest had fallen to the ground. The crash site had been smashed into dozens of pits of varying sizes by the debris, and the pits were still burning with flames and billowing smoke, like a battlefield baptized by war.

The armed men who got off the car could not wait to run to the pits that had been smashed to search. They kept chattering in various incomprehensible Philippine dialects, their voices full of eagerness and greed. A dozen people dispersed and searched quite quickly. Soon, they found what they needed in a large pit. Two armed men jumped down excitedly and pulled out the various debris covering it with their hands. A box that had turned black gradually appeared.

It was a long box about half a meter long and only 20 to 30 centimeters wide, and it looked very sturdy. An armed man bent down and carefully wiped off the dust and ashes on the outside of the box with his hands. After carefully checking it, he suddenly showed an ecstatic smile on his face, as if he had found the most precious treasure in the world. He quickly picked up the thing and jumped onto a pickup truck next to him. The exterior was so rusty that the original color could not be seen, and it was covered with dust, as if it had not been washed for decades. With a roar of the engine, the pickup truck rushed along the dirt road and soon arrived in the town.

At this time, Long Zhan, Stonebridge and others had already arrived at this place. As soon as the pickup truck entered the town, it was immediately discovered.

"Team B, satellite imagery confirms that a package was taken away from the crash site and taken to an ISIS safe house." The long-haired woman quickly reported this important information to Team B through the satellite tracking image on the computer screen.

All the members of Team B were on standby nearby. After receiving the news, they immediately took action. The team members quickly checked their weapons and equipment. The guns were skillfully assembled and debugged in their hands. The ammunition was pressed into the magazines one by one. Everyone's face was full of determination and decisiveness. As long as the specific location was confirmed, they could immediately take action and take back what they wanted. "The vehicle entering Shengshangwa is 2 kilometers away from you." The voice of the long-haired woman came again through the radio. However, before she finished speaking, Team B couldn't wait to take action. The team members quickly jumped onto the vehicles that had been prepared long ago. The engines roared, the wheels rubbed against the ground with a harsh sound, and they sped away quickly in the direction of the target.

When they were only a few hundred meters away from the target, the vehicle slowly stopped and the team members chose to get off and walk forward. They carefully walked along the edge of the street, using various shelters, such as houses, trash cans, and telephone poles on the street, to quietly move forward. At this time, Kurakin's car also arrived at this place. Kurakin, tall, with a thick beard, had a cold and majestic look in his eyes. As soon as he got out of the car, a group of armed men immediately surrounded him and took him to a dilapidated house.

"We saw Kurakin and several local enemy troops." The long-haired woman continued to convey real-time intelligence to Team B through satellite monitoring.

"We must get the package before Kurakin. There are multiple enemies near you, so be careful." The order from the leader of Team B came clearly through the radio, and his voice was full of unquestionable firmness.

"Got it." Stonebridge replied on the radio, then turned to Long Zhan and said jokingly: "It's been a long time since we last saw this. I really miss fighting side by side." A faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was recalling the passionate years when they fought side by side.

"Then let's get started." Long Zhan raised his lips and shrugged his shoulders, his face full of confidence. His eyes were shining with excitement, and he was full of anticipation and fighting spirit for the upcoming battle.

"It's a pleasure to fight with both of you." The short-haired woman following closely behind them had a look of excitement on her face. She held her weapons tightly in her hands, ready to engage in battle at any time.

"You are too happy too early." Long Zhan's words made the short-haired woman speechless for a moment. She was stunned for a moment, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face. Stonebridge couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere seemed to become a little more relaxed at this moment.

However, they did not say anything more. The three of them quickly adjusted their positions, holding guns in both hands, and carefully walked out of the dilapidated narrow alley, heading towards the destination. Not long after they walked out, they saw a group of people. These people were dressed in rags, holding guns in their hands, and their eyes were fierce and vigilant. From their dress and behavior, Long Zhan, Stonebridge and others immediately determined their identities - armed elements.

The three of them waited for a moment, hiding in the corner, and walked out carefully after the group of armed men passed. They continued to move forward, with light and cautious steps, trying not to make any noise. Soon, they arrived near their destination. The short-haired woman was responsible for going to the window to check the situation inside the house, while Long Zhan and Stonebridge were responsible for guarding on the side.

The short-haired woman crouched and slowly approached the window. Her movements were agile and light, like a lurking cheetah. She carefully came to the window, poked her head out slightly, and looked inside through the crack of the window. Then she quickly used gestures to convey the message to Long Zhan and the others - there were four people inside. Long Zhan made an OK gesture, and after confirming that he had received it, the three of them immediately took action.

They walked around the window towards the back door, carefully avoiding any noise that might make it. Soon, they arrived at the back door of the house. Inside the house, there was an armed man sitting at the table, eating slowly, not realizing that danger had quietly approached. His attention was completely focused on the food in front of him, and he made a satisfying chewing sound from time to time.

The short-haired woman was as tough as ever. She took the lead and walked in front, quietly sneaking up behind the militant. Her eyes were firm and decisive. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the militant's hair, and at the same time, she quickly swung out her other hand and slashed his Adam's apple with a knife. This blow was so powerful that the militant was speechless. His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of fear and pain. Then, the short-haired woman made another standard two-hit combo. She grabbed the militant's head with both hands and twisted it hard. With a "click", the militant's neck was broken, and his body fell limply to the ground, turning into a cold corpse.

After the short-haired woman finished dealing with the body, Long Zhan and Stonebridge kept on walking, quickly passed the short-haired woman from the side, and continued to go deeper inside. There were two armed men at the door, one on the left and one on the right, sitting by the door and chatting. They were chatting so enthusiastically that they didn't notice that one of their companions had been killed in the back room outside, and they didn't realize that two sturdy men were quietly approaching them.

Long Zhan and Stonebeach had perfect tacit understanding. They approached the two militants quickly, one on the left and one on the right, like ghosts. Their movements were light and fast, without making any sound. After getting close enough, they attacked at the same time, pinching the militants' necks from behind and twisting them hard. With two slight "clicks", the necks of the two militants were instantly broken. Their bodies were still in the posture of chatting, but they were already dead. The whole process was silent, without causing any movement, as if nothing had happened.

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Inside the command van with covered windows, the atmosphere was equally tense and oppressive. A woman with braided hair frowned and said to the boss with an unhappy face, "I should be part of the recycling team." There was a hint of dissatisfaction and complaint in her voice, and her eyes revealed her eagerness to participate in the operation.

"If the things taken from the satellite are very important to the Russians, so they don't want to tell us, then I would rather my team take them, and I don't want the Russian colonel to watch them." The boss sitting next to him said in a serious tone. His eyes were firm and deep, staring at the various monitoring screens in front of him, as if he was thinking about every detail of the entire operation.

"Okay, okay." The woman with braids frowned and said unhappily, "Because to you, I'm just a Russian, so you say that." There was a hint of grievance and helplessness in her voice. She leaned back slightly in the chair, and her eyes revealed a hint of loss.

"Focus, you are still working, don't be petty." The boss reminded him. Although his voice was still serious, it also carried a hint of concern. He turned his head and looked at the braided woman, his eyes revealing a hint of encouragement and trust. (End of this chapter)