The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Boom~"

A deafening roar, as if the world was collapsing, suddenly tore apart this already dangerous space. The roar was as powerful as a tidal wave, as if it was going to tear the heaven and earth into pieces, making everything around tremble and shrink under this majestic force. In an instant, flames surged up into the sky, and the blazing fire waves were like a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws, raging and rolling in all directions. Thick smoke with a pungent smell of gunpowder quickly spread, completely shrouding the area in a doomsday scene.

An air-to-ground missile, like a black lightning streaking through the sky, with a sharp and almost shrill whistling sound, whistled through the vast sky at a terrifying speed. The whistling sound was like the cold and ruthless roar of the god of death swinging his scythe, rushing straight towards the car that Long Zhan and his companions were riding in. At this moment, the car was speeding along this dangerous and thorny road, like a lamb being chased and besieged by several beasts, panicking in desperation, shrouded in the shadow of death every second, and could be ruthlessly swallowed at any time and disappear in this world of war.

However, fate seemed to play a subtle joke at this moment. This fierce missile, which was supposed to be accurate and deadly, eventually deviated from the target at the critical moment and failed to hit the car carrying hope and crisis. The reason for this was, on the one hand, the complex and elusive interference of drone technology, which made the missile's originally extremely accurate navigation system, like a drunkard who lost his way in a maze, dizzy and completely lost his original aim; on the other hand, the situation on the road was extremely chaotic, as if it was a true portrayal of purgatory on earth. Various types of vehicles were scattered everywhere, some of which had been destroyed beyond recognition by the war and billowing thick smoke; some collided and squeezed together, and the twisted metal parts emitted a strange light under the reflection of the fire. The panicked crowd fled in all directions, and the cries and cries for help were intertwined, and each sound pierced people's hearts. The diffuse smoke was like a thick fog, blurring the entire world. This complex and dangerous environment made it extremely difficult to track the missile, and in the end it could only helplessly pass by the target.

The missile flew past the edge of the car with an unwilling momentum, and exploded on the ground not far away. A huge crater appeared instantly, and dust and rocks were thrown high into the sky, and then fell like raindrops, crackling on the surrounding vehicles and the ground. The vehicles that were hit made a dull sound, and the car bodies were hit with dents of varying sizes; the ground was also hit with dense small pits, as if the earth was ruthlessly whipped by this disaster, leaving shocking scars.

Just a second after the missile and the car narrowly missed each other, a trace of determination and courage flashed across Long Zhan's deep eyes. His hands seemed to be made of steel, tightly gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from the force. Then, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and his entire aura seemed to merge with the car. The car instantly rushed towards the battle scene like an arrow from a bow, with an unstoppable momentum. At this moment, Long Zhan's face was full of determination, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, crossing his weathered face, but this did not affect his focused and determined expression at all. Under his control, the car was like a nimble cheetah, flexibly shuttling through the chaotic, maze-like streets. On both sides of the street, burning buildings continued to spew out flames, and heat waves came one after another; people running around dodged around the cars in panic, screaming in fear from time to time. Long Zhan cleverly avoided one abandoned vehicle after another, dodged the smoke and dust raised by one explosion after another, and finally stopped steadily behind a blown-up car.

That was the third off-road vehicle hit by the anti-aircraft missile. At this moment, it had become a blazing fireball, and the flames were like greedy fire snakes, licking every part of the vehicle. The billowing smoke was like a savage dragon, rising up continuously, gradually gathering in the sky, forming a huge and oppressive dark cloud, obscuring the surrounding light. Having such a car in front as a cover, fighting on this bare, unobstructed road that looked like a deadly desert, would undoubtedly provide a vital benefit for the next battle and become a solid line of defense for them in this brutal battle.

The first person to get out of the car was Stonebridge. His figure was as agile as a cheetah ready to go, and he exuded an innate fighting spirit. The submachine gun tightly held in his hand seemed no longer a cold weapon in his hand, but a part of his body, closely connected with his will. There was a blazing fire of fighting in his eyes, and the fire was hot and firm, as if it could burn all enemies to ashes. He opened the car door without hesitation, and his movements were swift and smooth, like a black lightning, and he instantly rushed to the back of the burning car.

As soon as he approached the burning car, he was hit by an unbearable high temperature. The heat from the flames seemed to ignite the surrounding air. His face was burning hot, and every inch of his skin seemed to be pierced by countless sharp steel needles. The pain was unbearable. But Stonebridge gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face were tense because of the effort. He endured the heat that seemed to come from hell, used the car as a cover, quickly adjusted his posture, and launched a fierce attack on the militants in front.

"Da da da……"

A burst of bullets sprayed out from his submachine gun, carrying Stonebridge's anger and firm determination, like dense raindrops, whistling towards the militants. Each bullet carried his desire for victory and his deep hatred for the enemy.

However, fate seemed to have played a cruel joke on them again. Perhaps he was in too much of a hurry to get off the car, and his steps stumbled in a panic, and he almost fell down; perhaps he was affected by the flames of the burning car in front of him, and the billowing smoke was like a heavy curtain, blocking his sight tightly, making it difficult for him to see the exact position of the enemy; or perhaps the enemy's position was too tricky, they cunningly hid behind various bunkers, using the surrounding environment to cleverly protect themselves, making it difficult for Stonebridge to aim.

Stonebridge, who was originally an accurate shooter, didn't hit any of the enemies with the first round of bullets. However, although the bullets didn't hit anyone, the sudden gunshots from the third party and the crackling sound of bullets hitting the car body still caused a panic among the militants, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake. This sudden change was like a bolt from the blue, causing the militants to pause suddenly, and the momentum of the originally orderly and forward charge also slowed down instantly. This short pause successfully delayed their time, so that they didn't rush to rescue Ivel so quickly, and bought a precious breathing space for Long Zhan and his men.

Soon, the militants who had reacted, relying on their absolute advantage in numbers, began to fight back frantically. The muzzles of the guns of seven or eight people turned in unison, and the black muzzles of the guns seemed like bloody mouths ready to devour anyone. In an instant, bullets poured down on Longda like a rainstorm of pear blossoms. The bullets hit the ground, splashing pieces of dust, which spread in the air like a thin layer of smoke; they hit the car body, making loud bangs, each of which was terrifying, accompanied by sparks flying everywhere, and the flying sparks flickered in the dark, as if it was a countdown to death.

There were only three people on Longda's side. Under such dense and fierce fire suppression, they really had no power to fight back and were no match at all. In addition, the main road was empty, with almost no one in sight. The only thing they could rely on was the blown-up car for cover. This meant that every time they wanted to stick their heads out to fight back, they had to risk being hit by enemy bullets. Every move seemed to be dancing with the god of death. If they were not careful, they would die. In such a difficult situation, the militants had enough time and space to act. Soon, several militants crouched down, moved quickly and swiftly, like cunning foxes, and quickly ran into the car to rescue Ivel who was tied to the car. Their movements were skillful and neat. They had obviously undergone rigorous training and were familiar with this kind of rescue operation.

At the same time, other armed men were rummaging around in the car, their eyes flashing with greed and eagerness. Soon, they found the key that fell to the ground when the car overturned. At that moment, their faces showed ecstatic expressions as if they had found the key to unlock the treasure. They held the key tightly and ran back to the car quickly with a victorious attitude.

Soon, Ivel was also successfully rescued. Under the protection of his brothers, he bent his body and ran desperately towards the car like a frightened mouse. His face was full of pride and relief, as if he had completely escaped all dangers and left Long Zhan and the others far behind.

Stonebridge and Long Zhan were extremely anxious when they saw this. They clearly realized that the guy on the other side was going to run away. If Ivel escaped like this, all the efforts made before would be in vain, and the consequences would be disastrous. They must not let Ivel escape so easily. Even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, they had to face the difficulties head-on.

Therefore, no matter how fierce the enemy's firepower was, like a storm that made it hard to breathe, the two of them decided without hesitation to suppress it and fight back.

"Attack! Attack!" Stonebridge shouted with all his strength, his voice like a huge bell, echoing for a long time in the battlefield filled with smoke and death. After shouting, he took the lead in continuing to move forward, and the overturned car on the ground became his best cover. He ran and fired at the same time, his steps were light and fast, and bullets kept shooting from his submachine gun, flying towards the enemy, trying to disrupt the enemy's position and create an opportunity for Long Zhan to counterattack.

Long Zhan no longer hid his feelings. He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then fought with all his strength. His eyes flashed with a cold light, which seemed like the North Star in the cold night, firm and sharp. Under his control, the gun in his hand became extremely accurate. Every bullet carried a deadly threat, like the messenger of death, flying towards the enemy's vital points.

Both of them were top fighters, and their fighting power was terrifying when they exerted their full strength. The people who came to rescue were all minor characters, mercenaries recruited by Ivel's younger brother. Although these mercenaries had a certain fighting power, they were far inferior to Long Zhan and Stonebridge. Under the full-scale attack of Long Zhan and Stonebridge, the situation soon changed dramatically.

As the militants were knocked down one by one, they groaned in pain and fell heavily into a pool of blood. The blood spread on the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood. The numerical advantage of the attackers was rapidly weakened, and they soon had to huddle in the car and prepare to escape. At this moment, their faces were full of fear and despair. The original arrogance had long disappeared without a trace, replaced by endless panic and helplessness.

Stonebridge hated Ivel. This abominable guy had brought him too much trouble and pain. He secretly swore in his heart that he would never let this bastard escape. Therefore, he chased very fiercely, keeping a close eye on Ivel's every move, as if Ivel was his only prey in this life. Soon, he found Ivel approaching the car, opening the door and preparing to get in.

"Kuragen~" Stonebridge shouted angrily, his voice full of hatred and unwillingness, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart through this shout. He fired without hesitation, and the bullet carried his anger and determination, shooting towards Ivel. He wished he could shoot this bastard into a sieve in an instant to relieve the hatred in his heart.

However, Ivel's reaction speed was amazing, and his cruelty was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Seeing that he was in danger, he did not hesitate at all and grabbed his trusted subordinate next to him. (End of this chapter)