The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Ivel, this name exudes a chilling atmosphere in the dark world. At this moment, the extremely despicable plan in his mind is gradually unfolding. His goal is very clear, to use the captured Colonel Coltrane to exchange the stolen missile launch key from Long Zhan and his men. In his eyes, this key is the key to turning the situation around, and Colonel Coltrane is just a chess piece in his hand that he can manipulate at will to achieve his ulterior motives.

Colonel Coltrane was imprisoned in Ivel's stronghold, surrounded by cold walls and closely guarded guards. His hands and feet were tightly bound by heavy ropes, and every struggle only made the ropes dig deeper into his flesh, causing excruciating pain. When he learned that Ivel wanted to exchange him for the key, his inner anger burned like a volcano about to erupt. He was an upright soldier with his own beliefs and principles, and he was unwilling to help the enemy's conspiracy succeed.

Ivel stood aside, holding the phone in his hand, with a smug sneer on his face, as if everything was under his control. He dialed Stonebridge's number and proposed a deal in a threatening voice. Colonel Coltrane looked at Ivel's ugly face and could no longer suppress his anger. He tried his best, and threw away the pain and restraints on his body, and rushed towards Ivel like a mad beast. His eyes were burning with anger and determination, and he roared loudly: "No, don't agree to him..."

Ivel reacted very quickly. At the moment when Colonel Coltrane's voice came out, he turned his head suddenly, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He swung his right fist without hesitation, with a vicious force, and hit Colonel Coltrane's face heavily. "Bang~" This muffled sound was like the roar of a devil. Colonel Coltrane's body flew backwards uncontrollably like a puppet with its strings cut, and fell heavily to the ground. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the rest of his words were completely swallowed back by this punch. At the same time, Ivel hung up the phone, and the smug sneer on his face became more and more obvious, as if he was mocking Colonel Coltrane for overestimating his own abilities.

On the other side, Stonebridge was anxiously waiting for news. When the phone rang, he quickly picked up the phone. Ivel's disgusting voice came from the receiver, proposing the extremely shameless deal. Stonebridge's hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. At this moment, Colonel Coltrane's urgent shouting on the phone came clearly into his ears, followed by the dull sound of hitting, and then the busy tone after the phone was hung up. Stonebridge listened to the busy tone and froze in place for a while, his brain working rapidly. The safety of Colonel Coltrane, the mission goals that the team has always adhered to, and the responsibilities he shoulders as the captain to the team members, these issues kept colliding and intertwining in his mind, making him fall into a difficult choice.

After more than ten seconds, Stonebridge took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He turned around slowly, and walked towards the people who had gathered beside the car with heavy and firm steps. Each of his steps seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, because he knew that what he was about to say would determine the next direction of action for the entire team, and also related to the life and death of Colonel Kechuan. Walking in front of the crowd, his eyes slowly swept across the faces of each team member, and his eyes were both solemn and trustful of the team members. Then, he said in a steady and powerful voice: "Pavel wants to make a deal, to exchange the key for the boss they captured."

When Novin heard this, his face suddenly became extremely serious. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing worry, and said without hesitation: "No, this is not our mission goal from the beginning. We have to hand over the missile launch key to the designated person, but we know nothing about Pavel's intentions. If he gets the key and uses it to carry out a terrorist attack, the consequences will be unimaginable..."

"Stop, stop!" Norman was interrupted by Wyatt before he could finish his words. Wyatt was a tall, thin man with short hair, and his face was full of dissatisfaction. He took a step forward and raised his voice and said, "What do you mean it has nothing to do with the mission? Last time, you went to seek revenge on the rats without authorization. Does that have anything to do with the mission? Don't you feel embarrassed to say this now?"

"You've already resigned, Wyatt." Noah immediately countered without any hesitation. There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if he didn't agree with Wyatt's words.

"My heart is still with this team, and my soul is still with you. What's wrong? We have always been people who will not abandon our brothers, and this will never change." Wyatt's tone became more excited, and his eyes revealed a kind of determination, a firm belief in not abandoning his companions. He leaned forward slightly, as if to show everyone his determination.

"Last time Angelique kidnapped you, Coltrane left you behind. Have you forgotten so quickly?" Norman immediately retorted, his voice raised a few notes, trying to use past events to change Wyatt's mind. He stared at Wyatt, as if trying to find a trace of hesitation in his expression.

"The Russian military is coming to get the keys. This is a joint operation after all." At this time, the blonde woman Shakova spoke. Her voice was crisp and calm, like a spring in the night sky, bringing a little relief to the tense atmosphere that was about to explode. She raised her head slightly, and her eyes revealed a calmness and confidence.

"A few Russians, what's wrong? Isn't this a common occurrence for us?" Long Zhan joked, trying to ease the tense mood with a relaxed tone. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cynical smile, but his eyes revealed his concern for the situation.

"No, I'm actually on your side. I think it's worth taking the risk. After all, they are our companions, and we Russians will not abandon our companions." Shakova said firmly again, her eyes revealing a trust and firm support for her companions. She bit her lip lightly, as if to cheer herself up for her decision.

"Stonbridge, do you really want to go and rescue people without any preparation?" Norman looked at Stonebridge and said, his eyes full of expectation, hoping that Stonebridge could make a wise decision. He tilted his head slightly, waiting for Stonebridge's answer.

"I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm the captain, and I make the decision." Stonebridge's tone was serious and firm, and he left no room for doubt. His eyes revealed the dignity and responsibility of a captain. He paused, then immediately gave the order: "We must rescue the captured Colonel Coltrane at all costs."

Stonebridge issued a formal order, and the matter could not be changed. Scarf was shouldering a great responsibility at this time. He had only one thing to do, which was to quickly formulate an action plan and think about the minimum cost to rescue Colonel Coltrane from the dangerous Ivel. Scarf immediately gathered several think tank members, sat around a shabby table, and began to discuss nervously. In front of them was a map with various information marked on it with pens of various colors. They gestured on the map, analyzing the terrain of Ivel's stronghold, the distribution of guards, and possible rescue routes. Every detail was not missed, and every possibility was repeatedly considered and discussed. Some people frowned and fell into deep thought; others gestured excitedly and put forward their own ideas. The room was filled with a tense and serious atmosphere.

The scene changed and they came to the big bathhouse indoors. The place was filled with steam, like a hazy veil, covering the soldiers. Some soldiers were washing, some were chatting, and the bathhouse was full of noisy sounds. A fat soldier with a big belly was bragging to other soldiers with great joy. With a smug look on his face, he gesticulated and recounted his experience. "We hid in Shatoi, the dirtiest place in Chechnya, and half of the people around me were not real soldiers, but just new recruits. A bad boy was holding a new rifle, so I asked him to give it to me and be sensible like a soldier, but he refused to give it to me. Two hours later, a sniper blew his head off, and the gun finally fell into my hands." The fat soldier said as he gestured exaggeratedly, and the fat on his face trembled with his movements.

Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this. On this cruel battlefield, such things are not uncommon. Life and death often happen in a split second, and no one knows what will happen in the next second. In everyone's laughter, there is both ridicule for the fat soldier's story and helplessness about the cruelty of the battlefield.

"You seem to be enjoying what I'm saying, soldier." The fat soldier looked at the thin man next to him who was laughing exaggeratedly and said. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of complacency on his face.

"Yes, maybe you can talk more about the shame of Russia, losing 20,000 soldiers because our leaders were too cowardly." Although the thin soldier was smiling, his words were obviously wrong and very provocative. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a malicious smile, and his eyes were full of mockery.

The fat soldier's face suddenly became ugly, and his eyes became gloomy, as if a storm was coming. He stared at the thin soldier closely, his eyes burning with anger, and said: "But in the end, we defeated the enemy." His voice was low and powerful, trying to refute the thin soldier's words.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to belittle you." The thin soldier stopped smiling, his face regained calm, picked up the iron spoon next to him and said, "I'll help you clean it up." His tone was flat, as if what he was about to do next was a very ordinary little thing.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took action, picked up the spoon, and threw it over with great force. The spoon brought a strong wind, and with a "whoosh" sound, it hit the fat man's head. The fat man was caught off guard by this sudden blow, and his body swayed a few times like he was drunk, and then he was knocked to the ground.

Before the fat man could get up from the ground, the thin man jumped on him like a hungry wolf and started beating him. The thin soldier's eyes were full of madness, as if he was possessed by a demon. The iron spoon in his hand danced wildly, hitting the fat soldier's head again and again, blood flying everywhere, and the "bang bang" sound resounded throughout the bathhouse, and the sound seemed like a death knell from hell.

The strange thing was that there were more than a dozen soldiers washing up nearby, and they seemed to have not seen it, and continued to do their own things. Some continued to hum songs while washing up, while others chatted as if nothing had happened, as if the bloody scene in front of them had nothing to do with them. Until the fat man was beaten beyond recognition, there was no good meat on his face, and no one knew whether he was alive or dead, and he lay on the ground without any movement.

Ten minutes later, the thin soldier returned to the dormitory with a large bunk bed, took a large bag and began to pack his things. His expression was very calm, not like he had just killed someone. He put the items into the bag in an orderly manner, as if what had just happened had not caused any ripples in his heart. At this time, an officer came in, walked up to the thin soldier and said, "You are in big trouble, do you know that?" The officer's tone was serious, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"He asked for it." The thin soldier stood at attention beside the bed, still without any panic. His eyes revealed a kind of indifference, as if he didn't care about anything in front of him. His body stood straight, like a pine tree.

"You are an all-rounder, a tactical genius, a weapons expert, a combat analyst, and proficient in multiple languages, but your personal profile..." The officer sat on the bed opposite, and his tone was full of emotion. His eyes looked back and forth at the thin soldier, as if he was thinking about something. He frowned slightly and tapped his knees with his fingers.

"Comrade Lieutenant General, you are here to convict me, aren't you?" the thin soldier said. His voice was calm and steady, without a trace of emotion. He raised his head slightly and looked directly into the officer's eyes.

"No, I'm here to kill you." The lieutenant general suddenly uttered a shocking statement, but when the thin sergeant was confused, he handed over the document in his hand and said: "The previous you is dead. This is your new identity, a new beginning." The officer's tone was mysterious and serious, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness.

This kind of thing is not uncommon. It is not a common situation, but everyone knows it.

The thin soldier understood immediately, thinking that he was probably going to complete a special mission, so he took the document without any expression and opened it. His fingers gently flipped the document, his movements slow and cautious. (End of this chapter)