The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Pavel Kuragan." The thin soldier opened the file and saw the name. Before he could read on, the lieutenant general officer came over and was very close to him. He was less than half a meter away from his face and said in a very serious tone: "We need a blunt instrument to wake up the Russians. You will be assigned to Squad A, but you only obey me. You are an undercover agent with another mission. Welcome to join the Kingfisher Project, private." The officer's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a special mission.

The scene changes again. Ivel, with a new identity, comes to a classroom of Team A for class. The classroom is full of students, and everyone is preparing for class seriously. The sun shines through the window onto the desks, forming patches of golden light. But Ivel didn't bring any paper or pen because he hadn't been to class for a long time. He sat in his seat awkwardly, twisting his body slightly, not knowing what to do. His eyes revealed a hint of embarrassment, and he looked at the students around him from time to time.

After he sat down, the blonde on his left noticed Ivel's embarrassment and smiled. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, warm and charming. She took the initiative to give him a pen and a notebook.

"Ivel Kuragan." Ivel took the things handed to him and introduced himself politely. His voice was gentle and magnetic, with a hint of gratitude on his face. He bowed slightly to express his gratitude to the blonde beauty.

"Katrina, Katrina Shakova." The woman also introduced herself. Her voice was clear and melodious, like a spring in the mountains. This tall and beautiful woman with blond hair and closed eyes was the Maozi woman who was with Long Zhan and his group. She and Ivel had obviously known each other for a long time.

These pictures are also pictures of memories, and the owner of the memories is Ivel. He was sitting in the car this time, and the pictures that flashed through his mind were the scenes in the past, how he went from a small soldier to where he is today step by step. The car was bumping on the rugged road, and Ivel's eyes were a little blurry, as if immersed in the memories of the past. Ivel, who woke up from his memories, had a few complex flashes in his eyes, and then they were swept away. His gaze returned to the coldness, looking at Colonel Kechuan who was sitting in front with his hands tied, and said in a cold voice: "Have you slept with her? No, even if she did, she definitely doesn't have real feelings for you. This is just a basic course for Team A. You need to sleep with the informant and cultivate feelings for each other without any personal feelings mixed in."

Ivel was talking about Shakova, and there was a hint of jealousy in his words. It was obvious that Shakova held a special position in his heart. His eyes revealed a kind of jealousy and unwillingness. He could not tolerate the possible feelings between Shakova and Colonel Coltrane. His heart was full of contradictions. On the one hand, he had deep feelings for Shakova, and on the other hand, he had to use Colonel Coltrane as a bargaining chip for his own purpose. His fingers clenched unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white because of the force.

At this time, Stonebridge and his team were still nervously formulating a rescue plan. They knew that this operation would be extremely difficult. Ivel's base must be well defended, and they knew very little about the situation inside the base. However, in order to rescue Colonel Coltrane, they had no intention of retreating. Scarf had already made several preliminary plans and was discussing the pros and cons of each plan in detail with everyone.

"We can sneak in from the back door of the base, where there are relatively few guards." A team member pointed at the map and said, his finger sliding lightly on the map, his eyes revealing a hint of anticipation.

"But there is a narrow passage at the back door, which is easy to be ambushed by the enemy." Another team member raised his concerns. He frowned slightly, with a worried look on his face.

"Then we can attack head-on to attract the enemy's attention, and then send a small team to go in from the side." Someone else proposed a new idea. There was a hint of excitement in his voice, as if he was full of confidence in this plan.

"A frontal attack is too dangerous. We don't have the advantage in manpower and firepower." Stonebridge frowned and said, his eyes revealing a thoughtful look, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Everyone was talking at once, and the discussion was very intense. Everyone was working hard to develop a perfect rescue plan. At this time, Colonel Coltrane was still imprisoned in Ivel's base. He didn't know what his fate would be, nor did he know whether his teammates could successfully rescue him. He could only wait silently, waiting for the judgment of fate. His body leaned against the cold wall, and his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and expectation.

Ivel was sitting in the car, thinking in his mind. He knew that Stonebridge and the others would not easily agree to his deal, but he was not afraid, he had his own trump card. He looked at Colonel Coltrane and sneered in his heart: "Just wait and see, your teammates will not come to rescue you." His eyes revealed a kind of complacency and mockery, as if everything was under his control.

The Key

On a dusty road, an old truck was driving with difficulty, and the engine made a dull and hoarse roar, like the tired breath of an old man. Inside the car, the atmosphere was as depressing as the dead silence before a storm. Colonel Coltrane sat quietly in a corner, his eyes firm and deep, like the stars in the cold night. Although his hands were tightly tied with rough ropes, his posture was still upright, showing the demeanor of a veteran soldier.

Ivel stood at the other end of the carriage, with a sneer of mockery on his face, a smile that was as chilling as the cold wind in winter. His eyes were like a sharp dagger, stabbing straight at Colonel Coltrane, as if provoking this experienced soldier.

"Do you think the ideals and principles you uphold are really so noble?" Ivel's voice was cold and sharp, echoing in the small carriage. "Tear off that hypocritical veil. You just want to please someone. Maybe it's your father who abandoned you, your fierce mother, or your brother or lover... In the final analysis, you are a selfish person."

Colonel Coltrane's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. There was no anger in his eyes, only a kind of calmness that saw through everything.

"I know people like you very well. You always try to use words to cover up the emptiness and fear in your heart." Colonel Coltrane's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the carriage like a bell. "Your ridicule just exposes your own weakness."

Ivel's face suddenly turned gloomy, and a trace of anger and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and the blade flashed coldly in the dim light, like a poisonous snake ready to attack. He approached Colonel Coltrane step by step, and each step was heavy. The atmosphere in the car became colder, as if the air was about to freeze.

Colonel Coltrane's eyes became alert. He stared at Ivel closely, his body slightly tense, ready to respond to possible attacks at any time. At this tense moment, the truck suddenly stopped with a creak.

Ivel suddenly raised a strange smile and pointed the dagger at Colonel Coltrane. Colonel Coltrane's heart tightened, but Ivel did not hurt him, but cut the rope that blocked his feet.

"Go down!" Ivel said coldly.

Colonel Kechuan's tense heart finally breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that he would not have to die for the time being. Although he had already prepared himself to face death, the instinctive fear of death still made him feel a little fortunate at this moment.

At the same time, in another part of the city, Long Zhan and Stonebridge had already arrived at the handover point - a bustling vegetable market. The place was bustling with people, and all kinds of hawking and bargaining sounds intertwined, forming a noisy market sound. The vegetable market was filled with the smell of various ingredients, with the fragrance of fresh vegetables and the fishy smell of meat, which made people's sense of smell overwhelmed. In the vegetable market, there were all kinds of stalls, including vegetable stalls full of red tomatoes and green cucumbers, meat stalls with tempting pork and beef, and fruit stalls with all kinds of fresh fruits. The passages between the stalls were narrow and crowded, and people shuttled back and forth between them, making the environment here extremely complicated.

"Snipers are in place." Nowen's voice came through the radio. He found a vantage point with an excellent view, and placed his sniper rifle steadily on the window, aiming at every move in the market. His eyes were focused and sharp, and through the scope, he seemed to be able to see through the thoughts of everyone in the market.

"There are many exits and floors here, and there are civilians everywhere." Long Zhan was dressed in casual clothes, blending into the crowd. He looked around vigilantly, not missing any details. "Once the enemy makes any move, the situation will easily get out of control."

"Got it. Everyone stay alert." Stonebridge's voice was low and powerful. He was also in the market, constantly observing the situation everywhere, ready to deal with possible crises at any time.

In a dilapidated van outside the market, a long-haired woman was concentrating on controlling a military computer, her fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, her eyes fixed on the screen. On the screen, various data and images kept flashing, showing everything around the market.

"I can only see the situation outside. There is no surveillance inside, so I won't be able to monitor the enemy." The woman reported while operating the computer, with a hint of worry in her voice, "The situation inside is too complicated. We must be careful."

More and more people were entering the market, walking between the stalls, picking out the ingredients they needed. Long Zhan kept moving among the crowd, his eyes never leaving the entrance of the market. Suddenly, his eyes fixed.

"I've seen Pavel, Stonebich. He's at your twelve o'clock position and is ready to enter the market." Long Zhan lowered his voice and reported via the radio.

When Norman and the others heard this, they all began to pay attention to Ivel's direction. At this moment, Stonebeach's cell phone rang.

Stonebridge took out his cell phone and answered the call directly. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he asked directly: "My favorite Russian brother, where is Coltrane?"

"Ask Katrina to give me the thing." Ivel had already walked into the market and came right in front of Stonebridge. His eyes were fixed on Stonebridge like a falcon, and then he decisively hung up the phone.

Stonebridge saw Ivel in front of him and also hung up the phone. The two sides just stared at each other from a distance, and the air seemed to be filled with invisible smoke, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating.

"This is not a good idea," Novin said on the intercom, with a hint of worry in his voice. "If he is in league with Pavel, we're in trouble."

"Thank you for your trust." Shakova was very upset that Novin doubted her, and immediately responded in the communication, "Are you questioning my loyalty?"

"I'm just assuming." Noven quickly explained, "We have to consider this situation."

"Your assumption is that I betrayed everyone. I am really grateful to your whole family." Shakova's tone was full of anger and dissatisfaction. She had come to a place not far from Ivel. The two of them were facing each other, looking at each other expressionlessly.

Ivel was in a very complicated mood at this time. He looked at Shakova and didn't know what to say for a moment. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, with memories, entanglement, and a hint of expectation. Finally, he simply gestured with his hand, meaning that Shakova should open the backpack and see if the things inside were the key he used to exchange for the hostages.

Shakova didn't waste any time and didn't say a word. She simply opened her backpack, revealing a rectangular iron box with yellow and black stripes, about thirty to forty centimeters long.

Ivel was not satisfied after looking at the box, and he continued to signal Shakova to open the box. He wanted to see what was inside the box and the key before he felt relieved. She was indeed a meticulous senior Russian agent.

Shakova frowned, still without saying anything. She cooperated and opened the lid of the iron box, revealing the key with three iron pieces inside.

Seeing that the key was in the iron box, Ivel was finally satisfied. He raised his voice and called a name, and raised his hand to gesture backwards. A subordinate named Atulu immediately appeared from the back with Colonel Coltrane, whose hands were tied.

"I've seen the commander-in-chief, confirmed." Long Zhan said on the radio, his eyes fixed on Colonel Kechuan, ready to take action at any time.

"Where do you plan to use the key? Why is the key so important? I need you to answer these questions before handing it over to you." Shakova said, her eyes firm, looking straight at Ivel without flinching. (End of this chapter)