The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Everyone, please pay attention. We have found the target." The woman who got off the car picked up the bag on the ground and quickly confirmed that it contained the key they had worked so hard to find. Then she quickly picked up the radio to report. Her voice was particularly clear in the silent night sky, breaking the brief silence.

"You're not in the command vehicle?" Colonel Kechuan's voice came from the radio, with a hint of majesty and questioning.

"The situation was special. I needed to come down for support. Now it's done." The long-haired woman replied. Her tone was firm and confident. She didn't feel afraid at all for disobeying orders.

"You disobeyed orders." Colonel Coltrane asked again, with obvious dissatisfaction in his voice.

"I think it's worth the risk to cut off their retreat. Facts have proved that my choice was correct." The long-haired woman replied sternly, and at the same time made a gesture to Long Zhan, meaning that the two of them should take Ivel away together. Her eyes flashed with determination, as if to prove to Colonel Kechuan that her decision was correct.

Ivel was carried by Long Zhan and the long-haired woman towards the car. He suddenly turned around with a strange smile on his face and shouted to Stonebridge: "Remember, I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it." This sentence hit Stonebridge's heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel a strong sense of uneasiness. He looked at Ivel's back as he was taken away, and secretly swore in his heart that he must protect Madison and never let this devil hurt her in the slightest.

At this time, in the corner of the abandoned factory area, a wild cat was awakened by the sudden movement, uttered a shrill cry, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness. Stonebridge, Long Zhan and others, in this cold night, each with their own thoughts, embarked on a new journey. They all understood that this contest was far from over, and a greater crisis might be waiting for them ahead...

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Bandok.

Russian makeshift camp.

Although the smoke of war has gradually dissipated, the air is still filled with a pungent smell of burning and tension. The Russian temporary command camp was set up on this vicissitudes of life land, surrounded by simple fortifications built with sandbags, and mud stains from rain still remain on the sandbags. In the camp, several military green tents are swaying in the biting cold wind, and the flags on the flagpoles outside the tents are fluttering in the wind, as if telling the cruelty of war.

Inside the temporary command tent, the dim light flickered constantly, as if it would go out at any moment. A huge battle map was spread on the table, covered with dense markings. Colonel Coltrane stood in front of the map, his figure stretched out by the light, projected on the mottled tent wall. He turned around, his eyes sharp, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, looking straight at Norman, his voice low and powerful, with the majesty of a veteran: "Private First Class, do you agree with Sergeant McAllister to make this transaction?"

Norman stood straight, like a javelin, and his posture looked particularly firm under the light. With a look of guilt and determination on his face, he lowered his head slightly and said, "No, sir, I'm sorry, I objected at the time. Everything should be based on the mission first, and I'm sorry that I shot you in the shoulder." His voice trembled slightly, with both his persistence in the mission and his guilt for hurting his superior.

Colonel Coltrane waved his hand slightly, with a hint of imperceptible approval on his face. He took two steps forward, patted Norman on the shoulder, and said, "No need to apologize. I will promote you to captain and acting sergeant, starting immediately."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the tent. Stonebich, who was originally lazily leaning on the table beside him, stood up suddenly after hearing these words. His face instantly turned ashen, like an eggplant hit by frost. He took a step forward and asked loudly: "Wait a minute, we caught Pavel and took back the important key. Isn't it my contribution? Shouldn't I be rewarded?" His voice echoed in the tent, with a hint of anger and unwillingness.

Colonel Coltrane's eyes instantly turned cold, like a sharp dagger, stabbing straight at Stonebridge. He took two steps forward and stood in front of Stonebridge. The distance between the two was so close that they could almost feel each other's breath. Colonel Coltrane sternly rebuked: "You acted rashly, took a great risk, and almost caused terrible consequences. You still want a reward?" His voice was raised a few degrees, with unquestionable majesty, "I ordered you before not to bring the key to exchange. Because once the key is in Ivel's hands, who knows where the nuclear bomb will explode. That's terrible!" Colonel Coltrane became more and more excited, waving his hands in the air, as if he was gesturing the horrific scene of a nuclear bomb explosion.

Stonebridge's chest heaved violently, and he insisted, "But we saved your life." His eyes revealed a hint of grievance, and he felt that his contribution was completely ignored.

"Saving people is one thing and the other is another. You disobeyed orders from your superiors. That's a fact in front of us. I didn't fire you, so you should just be happy." Colonel Kechuan retorted mercilessly. There was no trace of compromise in his eyes, and he firmly maintained the majesty of military orders.

Stonebridge was speechless. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his face was full of helplessness and unwillingness. The tent fell into a dead silence, with only the whistling wind outside, rustling the tent cloth, as if accompanying this fierce argument.

Colonel Coltrane turned to look at Norman, his expression regained some gentleness: "Sergeant, we may need the help of the Russians. Negotiations with the Russians may be difficult. I'll leave this matter to you." After that, he strode out of the tent. The cold wind outside the tent suddenly blew in, rustling the documents on the table. Norman muttered angrily: "Thank you, your whole family, you bastard." Then he strode away, leaving Stonebridge standing alone in the tent, watching the two people leave, and sighed helplessly. His eyes wandered in the tent, and finally fell on the battle map, his heart full of confusion and unwillingness.

Stonebridge was depressed and picked up the phone to dial his girlfriend Madison's number. The tent was silent, with only the ringing of the phone echoing in the empty space, and every ring seemed to be knocking on Stonebridge's anxious heart. After ringing for a long time, no one answered, and finally an automatic reply popped up asking to leave a message.

"Madison, this is my message for you. If you receive it, please call me back. I have something urgent to contact you." Stonebridge left a voice message helplessly, his voice full of fatigue and anxiety. After hanging up the phone, he walked towards where Long Zhan was.

The camp was exceptionally quiet at night, with only the occasional chirping of insects. The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, casting a layer of silver gauze over the entire camp. Stonebridge's figure seemed a little lonely in the moonlight, and his footsteps were heavy, as if every step carried endless troubles.

"He actually promoted Norman to captain. That guy must be crazy." Stonebridge started to complain from a distance, his voice full of anger and dissatisfaction. His voice broke the tranquility of the night and scared away several birds perched on the top of the tent. Long Zhan was leaning against a military vehicle to wipe the weapon in his hand. The moonlight sprinkled on his body, outlining his resolute outline. Hearing this, he raised his head slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Oh, really?" His voice was low and a little confused.

"That's it, it's ridiculous." Stonebridge walked to Long Zhan and kicked the wheel hard, making a dull sound. He continued to complain unsatisfactorily, "We saved him, but he fired you, and she shot him, but she got promoted. It's actually quite funny to think about it." He showed a bitter smile on his face, thinking that all this was so absurd.

The long-haired woman next to him was busy in front of the computer. The light from the computer screen shone on her face, reflecting her focused expression. Hearing this, she raised her head and a teasing smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "The truth is always so unexpected." She stretched and stood up. Her military uniform looked particularly neat in the moonlight. "Our mission is completed, how about going for a few drinks together?" She suggested, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Long Zhan shook his head, his expression solemn: "Don't celebrate too quickly. There is one more thing. We don't know where the key is used. Who knows if there will be other things in the future." He looked into the distance, where there was darkness, as if hiding countless unknowns and dangers.

The decoration in the base's highest command office was simple and solemn. A huge floor-to-ceiling window occupied one wall. Outside the window was a dark night, and occasionally patrolling soldiers flashed by under the lights. Several military maps were hung on the walls of the office, and various documents and communication equipment were placed on the table. In the middle of the room was a heavy solid wood desk, behind which sat a white-haired lieutenant general. His face looked calm and majestic under the soft light, and his eyes revealed a kind of calmness and confidence of a veteran.

Nowen followed Colonel Kechuan into the office, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little depressing. The white-haired lieutenant general had a faint smile on his face and said, "We got the key back and captured Kuragan. This is a perfect proof that the East and the West can join hands to fight the enemy when necessary." His voice was low and powerful, echoing in the room.

Novin frowned slightly, took a step forward and asked, "Can Captain Shakova finally return home safely?" There was a hint of concern in his eyes.

"The person has been sent back, but he must accept his punishment." The lieutenant general's voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable meaning. He leaned back slightly in his chair, crossing his hands in front of his chest.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shakova, who was standing behind him, explained anxiously: "General, this mission is..." She took a step forward with an anxious look on her face.

"Captain." The general interrupted Shakova and said in a serious tone, "The decision has been made. You disobeyed Colonel Beslov's orders in Malaysia. You ignored the orders from your superiors and have not changed until today. You also ignored the orders to report the situation to your superiors. This problem is very serious and you must be punished." There was no relaxation in his eyes, and he firmly carried out the decision of his superiors.

Noven couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Sir, are you going to punish him because he is risking his life to clean up the mess for you?" There was a hint of anger in his voice, and he spoke up for Shakova.

Colonel Coltrane followed suit, asking two pointed questions in quick succession: "How many missions like the Kingfisher Project are there? Did Petreko and Orlov go from being loyal undercover agents to becoming Kuragan's accomplices for no reason?" He stared at the general, trying to find the answer from his expression.

The general frowned, his face darkening as if a storm was coming. His eyes revealed a hint of displeasure: "What do you mean?" There was a hint of warning in his voice.

Novin expressed his guess: "Maybe the Kingfisher Project caused a big mess, so you called off similar missions and disbanded the undercover personnel. They were full of resentment towards the Russian government, so Pavel recruited a group of people and began to retaliate against you." His tone was firm and he explained his point of view clearly.

Colonel Coltrane also echoed: "We need to understand the satellite and why the key is so important." He took a step forward, resting his hands on the desk, his eyes revealing a strong desire for knowledge.

The general's face became increasingly ugly. He stood up suddenly, put his hands on the desk, leaned forward, and said in a strong tone: "You don't need to know anything. Pavel and the key are being escorted to the airport and are about to be sent to Russia..." His voice echoed in the room, full of majesty.

"No, no, no!" Stonebridge suddenly rushed in and wanted to interrupt the general, but was interrupted directly by the general.

"This is against the agreement we signed before. The questions you asked were not in the previous agreement. Thank you for your assistance. The cooperation ends here. If your people dare to get closer, we will not show mercy." The general's voice echoed in the room, full of threats. His eyes revealed a hint of determination, as if he was defending the last secret.

Colonel Kechuan's face also turned ugly. He clenched his hands into fists and his body trembled slightly. The tacit cooperation between the two parties had now split, and the future became uncontrollable. The atmosphere in the office was extremely tense, like a taut string that could break at any time.

On the way to the airport, the night grew darker and darker, as thick as ink that could not be dissolved. The cold wind raged in the wilderness, making a shrill whistling sound, as if it was a roar from hell.

A group of fully armed Russian soldiers are driving an armored vehicle to transport Ivel and the key. (End of this chapter)