The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Ivel is probably trying to intimidate you. You don't need to worry too much. Go home now and Madison will never know about this." Long Zhan sat on a chair beside him, leaning forward slightly, with his hands on his knees, trying to comfort his anxious friend. Long Zhan was a burly man with strong muscles, and his face was calm and composed. His voice was deep and powerful, like a stabilizing force in this slightly panicked room.

"I have no way to go home now." Stonebridge stopped, frowned, his face full of helplessness and pain, and there was a hint of trembling in his voice.

"Why?" Long Zhan raised his head slightly, looking at his friend with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"I can't adapt. I can't adapt to normal life. The fear I felt when I stood in the supermarket before was even deeper than the fear I felt in the war." Stonebridge said slowly, his eyes revealing a kind of confusion and helplessness, like a traveler lost in a strange world.

"Maybe it's because you are too weak on the battlefield?" Long Zhan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, trying to use a teasing remark to ease the depressing atmosphere, with a faint smile on his face.

"I'm a weakling? I'm the captain." Stonebridge's eyes widened instantly and he retorted loudly, his voice full of anger and unwillingness, as if someone had touched his most sensitive nerve.

"You were only a temporary captain before, and now you have been demoted." Long Zhan said slowly, still with a faint smile on his face, but a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"I'm a contractor. The fact that I can be the captain proves that I'm capable. Now that the mission is completed, isn't it normal for me not to be the captain?" Stonebridge quickly defended himself, waving his hands in the air, trying to regain some dignity for himself.

"You just have incompetent abilities, that's why you can't be the captain." Long Zhan was still relentless and continued teasing.

"You fart." Stonebridge couldn't help but swear. His expression became a little distorted, and his anger was almost covering up his inner anxiety.

"Actually, it's pretty good to work in the command center." Long Zhan leaned back slightly in his chair, his tone becoming soothing, as if he was thinking about this problem seriously.

"You're quite right. The working hours are more stable and the salary is higher. There won't be so many people shooting at you, and you won't have to go to the battlefield and get hurt." Stonebridge took a deep breath and spoke slowly. The expression on his face gradually calmed down. It seemed that at this moment, he really began to think about the possibility of another life.

After the two of them had a little verbal battle, Stonebridge's depressed mood caused by not being able to get through to his girlfriend on the phone was gradually dispelled.

At this moment, Stonebridge's phone suddenly rang. The crisp ringtone seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet room, like a lightning bolt that cut through the night sky. Stonebridge thought it was his wife calling, his eyes lit up instantly, a look of surprise appeared on his face, he immediately took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and answered the call without hesitation.

"God, you finally called." Stonebridge's voice was full of excitement and joy, and the tone was as if a person lost in the desert finally found water.

"Mike, I didn't charge my phone for just one night, and you almost blew it up. I received more than 40 missed calls." Madison teased on the other end of the phone. Her voice was crisp and cheerful, with a hint of anger, as if she was completely unaware of the impending danger.

"Stop talking for now. Listen to me first. You have to leave home as soon as possible. The faster the better." Stonebridge's face suddenly became solemn, and his voice became extremely serious, as if he was issuing a life-and-death order.

"You, what do you mean?" Madison seemed to realize something, his voice suddenly became low, and he asked back with a dark face and very serious, with an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you. The thing is, I'm back to work now, back in the military on a mission. I'm very sorry, but you have to leave there quickly." Stonebridge said in one breath, his tone full of guilt and anxiety. His hands were tightly holding the phone, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

"Where can I go? What does that mean?" Madison's voice was already a little panicky, and her eyes wandered around the room in a panic, trying to find some sense of security.

"Tap, tap, tap." Just then, there was a clear knock on the door. The sound was crisp and rhythmic, and it seemed particularly terrifying in this quiet room, as if it was the footsteps of the god of death.

"Wait a moment, there's someone knocking on the door." Madison said as she walked towards the hall. Her steps were a little flustered, and she could feel her heart beating faster with every step.

"Wait, Maddie, don't open the door, listen to me..." Stonebridge realized that something bad was going to happen, and his voice suddenly raised and he shouted loudly, his heart full of fear and worry, as if he had seen the danger approaching step by step.

"The other party is trying to get in." Madison saw the door handle being twisted, and her nerves suddenly tensed up. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, interrupting Stonebridge's words.

"Go to the bedroom, go to the bedroom now." Stonebridge hurriedly reminded his girlfriend, with a hint of despair and helplessness in his voice. He paced back and forth in the safe house, wishing he could fly to Madison immediately to protect her.

Madison saw that the lock of the door was being pried open. This ordinary lock can protect a gentleman but not a villain. The other party will soon open the door and walk in. She quickly obeyed Stonebridge's words and turned to run towards the stairs. Her steps were hurried and hurried, and every step seemed to be stepping on her heartbeat. Her mind was blank, and she had only one thought, which was to hide quickly and stay away from the impending danger.

In this tense atmosphere, time seemed to be infinitely stretched, and every second became extremely tormenting. Stonebridge was anxious in the safe house, constantly walking around the room, staring at his phone, as if he could transmit power through radio waves to protect Madison. Madison was in the bedroom, curled up in the corner, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, trying not to make any sound. Her eyes were wide open, full of fear and despair, quietly waiting for the unknown fate to come. The whole world seemed to have fallen into a dead silence, with only the sound of the lock being picked, echoing in the darkness, again and again, knocking on people's fragile nerves.

Ivel was still immersed in his so-called great goal on the luxury plane, with a fanatical light flashing in his eyes, and he had no guilt or uneasiness about the upcoming blood and killing. The scarred woman sat aside, her eyes revealing a trace of struggle and helplessness. She looked at Ivel with mixed feelings in her heart, not knowing whether what she insisted on was right or wrong. In the safe house, Long Zhan frowned at Stonebridge's anxious look. He stood up, walked to the window, opened a corner of the curtain, looked out, and tried to find some abnormal signs. However, the street outside was silent, as if nothing had happened, and only the occasional passing car broke this brief calm.

At Madison's home, the sound of picking the lock continued, and each sound was like a sharp knife piercing Madison's heart. Her body was shaking slightly, and tears were rolling in her eyes. She couldn't imagine what would happen if those people broke into the room. Stonebridge kept comforting her on the other end of the phone, telling her to be strong and he would find a way to save her. However, these words of comfort seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this cruel reality.

Finally, with a crisp "click", the door lock was unlocked. Madison's heart sank suddenly, and she closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the judgment of fate. Stonebridge was in the safe house, and when he heard the voice from the other end of the phone, his heart ached. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, and blood flowed down his fingers, but he was unaware.

Ten Minutes of Life and Death

The old apartment building stood silently in the night, and the dim street lights cast a weak halo of light, adding a bit of loneliness to the bleak scene. A cold wind blew, and the lids of the trash cans on the street were blown clanging, startling a few wild cats foraging in the dark. They made shrill cries and quickly disappeared into the depths of the alley.

In this slightly gloomy atmosphere, a black car slowly stopped in front of the apartment building. The car door opened, and a tall man walked out. He was wearing a black windbreaker and a black wide-brimmed hat with the brim pulled down so low that it almost covered most of his face. In his hand was a silenced pistol, and the black muzzle seemed to come from the entrance of hell, exuding a deadly breath. He was the killer, a ghost walking in the dark world, with every step steady and cold, and the murderous aura in his eyes seemed to freeze the air around him.

At this time, in the apartment building, Madison was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a magazine boredly. She was a young and beautiful girl, with long golden hair casually draped over her shoulders, and blue eyes like deep lake water, revealing agility and innocence. The room was warm and comfortable, with a pink sofa, light blue curtains, and the walls were covered with photos of her and her boyfriend Stonebridge, each of which recorded their happy moments.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried and heavy footsteps broke the silence. Madison subconsciously raised her head, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in her heart. Before she could react, the door was violently kicked open with a "bang", and the killer appeared at the door like a ghost. Madison's eyes suddenly widened, and the blood on her face instantly faded, turning as pale as paper. She looked at the uninvited guest in front of her with horror, and the magazine in her hand slipped and fell to the ground.

"You... who are you?" Madison's voice trembled with endless fear.

The killer didn't answer, but just approached her step by step, with the silenced pistol in his hand always pointed at her. Madison felt her heartbeat accelerate rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of her throat, and her legs began to weaken uncontrollably. At this critical moment, she had only one thought in her mind: escape!

She turned around and rushed to the bedroom on the second floor. She stumbled and almost fell several times. She could hear her own rapid breathing and pounding heartbeat, and could also feel the killer's footsteps following closely behind her. After rushing into the bedroom, she quickly closed the door, locked it in a hurry, and leaned against the door, gasping for breath.

At this moment, she remembered that she was still holding the phone in her hand. Stonebridge's voice came from the phone anxiously: "Madison, how are you? What happened?"

Madison said in a crying voice: "I have entered the bedroom now, what should I do next?"

"Open the closet and hide inside." Stonebridge's voice was equally tense, but he tried to stay calm. He was at the other side of the city at the moment, extremely anxious, but unable to rush to his girlfriend's side immediately, so he could only guide her to survive over the phone.

"What is going on? Who is the other party? Why did they break in?" Madison asked anxiously on the phone with tears welling up in her eyes. Her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't figure out why such a horrible thing would happen to her.

"Don't ask any more questions. Just open the closet and go in." Stonebridge was almost yelling. He knew that time was running out and every second depended on Madison's life and death.

Madison knew that now was not the time to ask questions. Saving her life was the most important thing. She walked to the closet tremblingly and reached out to open the closet door. The closet was spacious and messy, filled with all kinds of clothes.

"Then what? What should we do next?" Madison asked again, her voice full of helplessness.

"There is a false partition inside the closet. Slide the partition open and pull it to the right," said Stonebridge on the other end of the phone.

Madison followed his instructions and slid the partition open with great effort. When she saw what was inside, her eyes widened instantly, and her face was full of shock and confusion. The closet was filled with various weapons, several rows from left to right. There were not only pistols, but also several rifles. In the dim light, these weapons exuded a cold metallic luster, which made people shudder.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this?" Madison said in disbelief.

"See any weapons?" asked Stonebridge.

"Yes," Madison replied.

"Pick up the gun on the left wall. It's an automatic pistol. There is a magazine underneath it. Push the magazine into the base of the gun. It's loaded when you hear a click. Turn the small paddle on top to open the safety. Grab the front end of the gun and slide it back hard..." Stonebridge taught step by step in detail over the phone, not daring to miss any step.

Madison frantically began to operate it, her hands shaking so badly that she could barely hold the gun.

She was so scared! (End of this chapter)