The film starts with the Navy SEALs

The man's face was full of fear and confusion. Before he could figure out what was happening, Ivel used him as a meat target and blocked the bullets shot by Stonebridge.

With the help of his younger brother's willingness to die for him, Ivel took the opportunity to escape to the car and quickly closed the door. He then loudly urged the driver to drive faster. The voice was sharp and urgent, as if there were countless evil spirits chasing him.

"Hoo~~" The driver had been prepared for a long time. After hearing the order, he stepped on the accelerator hard. The car roared like a mad bull, and the tires rubbed wildly on the ground, creating billowing black smoke. The black smoke spread in the air like a black dragon. In just a few seconds, the car rushed out dozens of meters like a black lightning, so fast that people had no time to react.

Even though Stonebridge was unwilling to give up, he kept shooting at the back of the car with his gun, and the bullets hit the car body, splashing a string of sparks, but he couldn't change the situation. He could only watch the car disappear around the corner in front of him, his heart full of helplessness and anger. His hands were tightly holding the gun because of anger, his knuckles turned white, and his body was shaking slightly because of anger.

Stonebich immediately reported on the radio: "They have rescued Pavel and taken the key. I repeat, the key has been taken." There was a trace of fatigue and frustration in his voice, as if he had experienced a long and arduous battle and exhausted all his strength. After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran back, wanting to get in the car that had just driven over to chase.

The problem was discovered when they got in the car. In order to avoid the surface-to-air missile, their car crashed into a tree on the roadside. Although the damage to the car did not seem to be serious, with only a dent in the front and some scrapes of paint, it seemed that there was nothing wrong on the surface, but unfortunately, the car would not start. It seemed that there was a problem in some key part. Stonebridge turned the key anxiously, and the engine made a "click-click-click" sound, which sounded like the car was groaning weakly, but it would not start. He slapped the steering wheel angrily, his heart full of annoyance and regret. If he had been more careful just now, perhaps this situation would not have happened.

Without a car, there was no way to chase. Stonebridge and the other two stood there, bewildered and helpless. They could only look at the direction where the car disappeared helplessly, feeling unwilling. At this moment, everything around them seemed to be still, only the diffuse smoke and burning flames reminded them of the thrilling battle they had just experienced.

……

Half an hour later.

Everyone returned to the safe house. The safe house was located in a remote corner, surrounded by a barren open space with weeds and only a few dry trees shivering in the cold wind, as if telling the desolation and loneliness of this land. The house was simply furnished with only a few worn-out tables and chairs, on which were placed some simple communication equipment and weapons. The lights were dim and flickering, as if they could go out at any time, adding a sense of depression to the whole house.

"Does the Russian side have any explanation for this matter?" Long Zhan asked Colonel Kechuan who had returned. He sat on a chair, leaning forward, with his hands on his knees, staring at Colonel Kechuan, his face full of anxiety and expectation. At this moment, he was full of worries about the attitude of the Russian side, because this was related to their next direction and plan of action.

Novan and Colonel Kechuan were responsible for talking to the military, and only the two of them knew what the Russian military's attitude was now. Colonel Kechuan had a trace of helplessness and fatigue on his face. He sighed and said slowly: "No, they are shirking responsibility." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was filled with endless troubles and helplessness. That sigh seemed to be a deep disappointment with the Russian attitude.

"What about Sharkova?" Stonebeach asked. He stood aside, his hands folded in front of his chest, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed worry. Sharkova's situation has always been a big stone in his heart, and he is worried that Sharkova will be in danger because of this incident.

"His communicator has been taken away by the military. We have no way to contact him or ask him about the situation." Colonel Kechuan said helplessly. He spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face, as if he was telling everyone about something he could not do anything about. His hands were spread out, as if he was showing everyone his helplessness and helplessness.

"The key needs to be manually activated and inserted into the system, so Pavel must go there in person," Stonebich deduced. He paced back and forth in the room, his steps were quick and powerful, analyzing as he walked, with wisdom flashing in his eyes. His brain was working rapidly, trying to find Ivel's next move from various clues.

"The Russians definitely know where he is, but they just didn't tell us. They will probably send an emergency team to kill Ivel," Long Zhan analyzed. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands over his chest, narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought about various possibilities. He had a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was constructing a complex chess game in his mind, trying to find the key step to solve the dilemma.

"But the intelligence network is not like that. There is no information on it." The long-haired woman who was operating the computer had already hacked into the intelligence network. She stared at the computer screen and said. Her fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, making a crisp sound. The sound was particularly clear in this quiet room. Her eyes were focused and nervous, afraid of missing any important information.

"Isn't this too strange?" Colonel Coltrane said. He frowned, a puzzled expression appeared on his face, and his heart was full of uneasiness. This abnormal situation made him feel very worried, as if an invisible danger was approaching them.

"It's really very wrong." The long-haired woman said. She stopped what she was doing and looked up, with a hint of worry in her eyes. Her face was also full of confusion and uneasiness. She was also very confused about this situation that didn't make sense.

"If the Russians refuse to tell us, then we can only go to them. The boss and I will go to their base camp to find out the truth." Nowen suggested. He walked to Long Zhan and looked at him with a firm look in his eyes. His tone was very resolute, as if he had made up his mind. No matter how many difficulties and dangers there were ahead, he would go to find the truth.

"Now that our cooperation has ended, they won't let you in." Stonebridge said. He walked up to Norman, his brows twisted into a "川" shape, his face full of worry. His eyes seemed to say that this plan was simply going to a dragon's den and a tiger's lair, and if there was any mistake, there would be no recovery. "I didn't plan to go through the main entrance either." Norman raised his lips, revealing a sly smile, and a smart light flashed in his eyes, like a fox who had been planning for a long time and had already calculated a secret path in his heart.

"Are you asking us to sneak in with foreign troops?" Colonel Coltrane asked seriously, his eyes full of scrutiny, as if he wanted to see through Norman's thoughts. He folded his hands in front of his chest, leaned back slightly, as if waiting for a reason that would convince him.

"Yes!" Nowen nodded seriously, with a determined fire burning in his eyes, as if saying that nothing could stop him from uncovering the truth.

"I'm glad you think so." Colonel Coltrane suddenly laughed, with a hint of relief and a hint of excitement for adventure in his smile. Then, he straightened his back, walked quickly to the center of the room, and gave orders in a loud voice: "Noven and I will go to the base camp, and the rest of you should try to find out the whereabouts of Pavel and his men. Keep in touch at any time if there is any situation." His tone was decisive and full of unquestionable majesty, like a general on the battlefield, decisively deploying every strategic step.

……

In the cloudless blue sky, a private luxury jet is like an elegant silver-white giant bird, cutting through the airflow and flying towards its destination. The plane exudes a cold metallic luster, and its smooth lines show the ultimate luxury and high-tech feeling.

"We will arrive at our destination in eight hours..." In the cabin, the clear and mechanical voice of the broadcast rang out slowly, echoing in this enclosed and luxurious space.

Ivel, who was studied thoroughly by his subordinates, was sitting in a luxurious airline seat. The seat was made of top-grade soft leather, and every curve was ergonomic, giving the passengers the ultimate comfort. Ivel was wearing a high-end suit and shirt, with fine fabrics and exquisite tailoring, and exuding a faint fragrance of high-grade fabrics. However, the expression on his face was unusually gloomy, as if a gray sky with a storm was coming, which made people shudder. His fingers subconsciously played with a dog tag, and the movement was mechanical and a bit careless.

This dog tag belonged to his subordinate Artum, the poor fellow who was pulled in front of him at the critical moment of life and death, blocked the fatal bullet for him, and eventually lost his life. When Ivel pulled Artum to block the bullet, he inadvertently brought this dog tag with him, and it has remained in his hands ever since, like a special trophy, or a symbol of a memory that he didn't want to be mentioned but couldn't forget.

The scarred woman who had used a drone to launch missiles to blow up the car, and who had done it ruthlessly and successfully, was now sitting opposite him. There was a striking scar on her face, winding from the corner of her eye to the corner of her mouth. Under the light, the scar looked particularly hideous, as if it was a cruel mark left by the years. The scar added a bit of chill to her already stern face.

"It's so easy to recruit an army. As long as the commission offered is generous enough, countless people will fight for their lives. It's really great to have money." Ivel raised his head slightly, looking at the top of the cabin with empty eyes. The voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, like he was muttering to himself, or as if he was deliberately speaking to the woman opposite, with a kind of condescending arrogance and confidence in the power of money.

"Atum didn't join for the money." The scarred woman said righteously, her voice hoarse but firm, like a heavy hammer, hitting the dull cabin with a sound. Her eyes revealed an unquestionable light, as if they, a group of people regarded as armed terrorists by the world, were not doing evil deeds that endangered the world, but were practicing a noble and great cause to save the world.

"Even if Atom is still alive, he is no longer as brave as he used to be." Ivel curled his lips in disdain, a hint of sarcasm on his face, and his tone was like he was talking about a shabby and useless item, full of disdain and contempt.

"What about you? Huh? Thousands of people will die because of us tomorrow..." The scarred woman frowned tightly, her eyes revealing a trace of struggle and reluctance. She stared straight at Ivel, as if her gaze could see through his soul.

"We are doing this to ensure that Russia will never again bow down to the West. This great cause requires a price, and they are sacrificing themselves for our great goal." Ivel suddenly interrupted the woman, his eyes flashing with fanaticism, his hands waving in the air, as if he was drawing a grand blueprint, as if he was the hero who saved the world, and those who were about to die were just stepping stones to achieve his goal.

"What about the American? He has no grudges against us Russians." The scarred woman lowered her head slightly, and her voice unconsciously lowered a few notes, but her persistence did not diminish at all. Obviously, although this scarred woman looked ruthless and very skilled in fighting, she was actually a person with her own bottom line. She did not want to implicate innocent civilians, unlike Ivel who would do anything to achieve his so-called goals.

"He really has no grudges, but she shouldn't be Stonebridge's woman. He deserves this fate." Ivel said coldly, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes, as if in his eyes, as long as you have a connection with Stonebridge, you must be punished, and life has become so worthless in his eyes.

At the same time, in a hidden safe house on the edge of the city, the layout of the house was simple and practical, the surrounding walls were painted in a low-key gray, and a few dim lights on the ceiling emitted a faint glow, shrouding the entire room in a slightly depressing atmosphere.

Stonebridge was pacing anxiously in the room, holding the phone tightly in his hand, dialing the same number over and over again. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slowly slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the floor under his feet. Every time the phone prompted that no one was answering, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart hard, making him more and more restless. An ominous premonition kept spreading in his heart, and he always felt that something was wrong. (End of this chapter)