The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Slow down, slow down, I can't keep up, the magazine won't go in, fuck, what should I do?" Her voice was tearful and full of despair.

"Maddie, take a deep breath, you can do it, try to see if the magazine is reversed." Stonebridge tried to comfort her, his palms full of sweat.

At this moment, Madison heard footsteps coming up the stairs outside. The footsteps were slow and heavy, and every step seemed to be stepping on her heart. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her breathing became rapid, and her body shook more violently. Fortunately, Stonebridge reminded her in time, and she found that the magazine was indeed installed upside down. After adjusting it, she finally put the magazine in. Hearing the crisp "click" sound, Madison felt a glimmer of hope in her heart, and hurriedly said, "Okay, it's in now."

"Very good, now turn on the safety, on the left, flip the switch to the front, then slide the holster back hard, aim in the direction he's coming and pull the trigger." Stonebridge said quickly.

Madison tried to calm herself down and followed the instructions. Her eyes were fixed on the bedroom door, and her ears were listening to every movement outside. Sweat dripped from her forehead and onto the gun in her hand. Finally, when the killer came to the door, she completed the series of operations.

The killer stood in front of the bedroom door and paused for a moment. He slowly raised his hand, grasped the door handle, and prepared to push the door open. At this moment, Madison pulled the trigger in extreme tension.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The sound of gunfire echoed in the small bedroom. With no vision at all, Madison couldn't control the recoil of the gun. She pulled the trigger and a volley of bullets swept over. The muzzle of the gun jumped violently, and she couldn't control the gun line at all. The bullet first passed through the middle of the door and then hit the ceiling.

The killer never expected that the woman inside would suddenly shoot. He was completely unprepared, and a bullet went straight through the door and hit his chest. His body shook violently, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. The silenced pistol in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He staggered back a few steps, and then slowly fell to the ground, blood spreading from his chest, forming a dark red pool of blood on the floor.

Madison stood in the closet blankly, the gun in her hand still smoking. Her mind was blank, and it took a long time for her to react. She walked out of the closet carefully, looking at the killer on the ground, and the fear in her heart was gradually replaced by a complex emotion.

"Ston, he... I beat him to death." Madison said into the phone, her voice trembling slightly.

"Maddie, are you okay? That's great, I'm glad you're okay." Stonebridge's voice was full of joy and relief.

Madison slowly sat down on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes again. This short experience of more than ten minutes seemed like a nightmare to her, and she, with the blessing of fate, successfully escaped from this nightmare.

Madison sat on the ground, tears streaming down her face, her body shaking uncontrollably. In just a dozen minutes, she felt like she had walked through the gates of hell. The gun in her hand was still warm, proof of a life-and-death struggle.

"McDee, listen to me, don't let your guard down. The killer organization won't give up, and there may still be danger. Find a safe place to hide first, I'll call the police right away, and they'll be here soon!" Stonebridge's voice came from the phone, with unquestionable calmness, but also unable to conceal his anxiety.

Madison took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Just as she was about to stand up, a subtle but oppressive sound came from the stairs. Her heart suddenly tightened. This sound was very familiar - it was a slow and heavy footsteps, exactly the same as the killer just now, but now it seemed that there were two people.

"Ston, more killers are coming, and they're walking upstairs." Madison lowered her voice, almost whispering into the phone, fear gripping her throat again.

"Don't panic, Maddie. Try to find a corner to hide and use things in the house as cover. I will stay with you until the police come." Stonebridge's voice was steady, like a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Madison looked around. The bedroom was small, the closet was too conspicuous, the bed was visible, and there was no window for escape. The only slightly hidden place was a small space in the corner of the room filled with miscellaneous items, next to which was a heavy wooden bookshelf.

She crouched down, moved quickly, and squatted behind the sundries, holding the gun tightly with both hands, staring at the bedroom door. Sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor. She didn't even have the courage to wipe it off, for fear of making any sound.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and stopped at the bedroom door. Madison could hear her own violent heartbeat, almost drowning out everything else. She bit her lips tightly, and the taste of blood spread in her mouth, so as to keep herself awake and calm.

"There is movement inside. The target should still be alive. Be careful. This woman just killed Quinn." A low and hoarse voice came, with a hint of caution and anger in the tone.

"Hmph, how capable can an ordinary woman be? She's just lucky." Another voice was shrill and disdainful.

After the two of them whispered a few words, the doorknob began to turn slowly. Madison's heart rose to his throat, his finger tightened on the trigger, and his breathing almost stopped.

Suddenly, the door was knocked open with a bang, and a strong wind blew in. Madison subconsciously wanted to shoot, but she held back. She knew that blindly shooting would only expose her position.

Two assassins walked into the room, one on the left and one on the right, looking around vigilantly. The assassin on the left was tall and burly, with a hideous scar on his face extending from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. He held a short-barreled shotgun in his hand, and the gun body was shining coldly; the assassin on the right was thinner, more flexible, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, and the dagger in his hand was flashing coldly in the dim light.

"Where are the people?" the thin killer said softly, with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"He must be still in this room. Look carefully." The scar-faced killer responded in a low voice. The two men began to slowly move forward into the house, taking every step carefully and not missing any corner.

Madison hid behind some stuff, not daring to breathe, her eyes fixed on the two killers' every move. Her brain was working fast, thinking about how to deal with it. Suddenly, she saw an empty glass bottle at her feet, and her heart moved.

She picked up the bottle gently, trying not to make any noise, and threw it across the room. With a crash, the bottle shattered against the far wall.

The two killers heard the sound and immediately turned around and moved quickly towards the source of the sound. The scarred killer raised his shotgun and aimed vigilantly, while the thin killer flashed and approached quickly like an agile cheetah.

Just as the two were about to get close to where the bottle was broken, Madison suddenly jumped out from his hiding place and fired continuously with the gun in his hand. "Bang, bang, bang", the bullets whizzed out, breaking the tense silence in the room.

The thin killer reacted very quickly, squatting down instantly, and then rolling to hide behind a desk. The scarred killer was not so lucky, and his arm was grazed by a bullet, leaving a bloody mark. He roared, raised his shotgun and fired randomly in the direction of Madison.

Madison turned around and hid behind the debris. Flying shrapnel hit the debris around her, and wood chips flew everywhere. She regretted that she was too impulsive and did not defeat the enemy in one blow, but instead exposed her position. "Humph, woman who overestimates her own abilities, today is the day you die." The scar-faced killer said viciously, and while speaking, he and the thin killer slowly began to encircle Madison's hiding place.

Madison knew that she was in danger and she had to find a way to break the deadlock. She quickly looked around and found that although the solid wooden bookshelf next to her was heavy, if she could push it down, she might be able to temporarily block the killer's attack.

She pushed the bookshelf hard, but it didn't move at all. At this moment, the killer was getting closer and closer. She was extremely anxious and used all her strength again. With a low shout, the bookshelf finally shook a little, and then slowly fell towards the killer.

"Be careful!" the thin killer shouted, and the two men quickly retreated. The huge bookshelf crashed to the ground with a "boom", raising a cloud of dust, temporarily blocking the killer's way.

Madison took the opportunity to run out from the other side and ran towards the bed. She knew that although the bed could not provide absolute safety, it could at least serve as a temporary cover.

Seeing this, the thin killer immediately jumped out from behind the desk and chased after Madison. At the same time, he threw the dagger in his hand towards Madison's back.

Madison sensed the danger behind her and instinctively dodged to the side. The dagger grazed her arm, leaving a bloody mark. She ignored the pain and continued to run forward. When she reached the bed, she quickly hid behind it.

The scar-faced killer also walked around the fallen bookshelf and slowly approached the bed with the thin killer. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, tried to surround Madison.

"Come out, you have nowhere to escape." The thin killer sneered, his voice full of confidence and teasing.

Madison hid behind the bed, her heartbeat quickened rapidly, her brain worked rapidly. She knew that she had to come up with a plan at this critical moment, otherwise she would die. Suddenly, she saw the sheets on the bed, and another plan came to her mind.

She quickly reached out and grabbed a corner of the bed sheet, and pulled hard, tearing the entire sheet off. At the same time, she stretched out the gun in her hand from the side of the bed and fired several shots in the direction of the thin killer, forcing him to hide temporarily.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Madison crumpled up the bed sheet and threw it across the room. The bed sheet spread out in the air, like a white ghost, attracting the attention of the two killers.

The two thought Madison was running in that direction, so they immediately turned around and rushed towards the bed sheets. Madison took the opportunity to rush out from the other side of the bed and ran towards the door.

However, the thin killer reacted very quickly, he immediately realized that he had been tricked, turned around and chased after Madison. At the door, he jumped up and knocked Madison to the ground.

The two wrestled on the ground, Madison struggled with all her might, trying to get rid of the thin killer's control. The thin killer gradually gained the upper hand with his agility and rich fighting experience. He pressed Madison to the ground and strangled her neck with both hands.

Madison's breathing became more and more difficult, and her vision began to blur. Her hands fumbled on the ground, trying to find something that could be used as a weapon. Suddenly, she touched a piece of broken headboard that had fallen to the ground.

She used up her last bit of strength and stabbed the thin killer's arm with the fragment. The thin killer felt pain and loosened his grip a little. Madison took the opportunity to push him hard and knocked him to the ground.

She struggled to get up and picked up the gun on the ground. At this time, there were only a few bullets left in the gun. The scar-faced killer also rushed over, holding up the shotgun and pointing it at Madison.

"Put down your weapon, or I'll kill you!" the scarred killer roared.

Madison stood there, her heart filled with despair, but her eyes showed tenacity. She knew that she couldn't give up so easily.

At this critical moment, Madison suddenly saw a painting hanging on the wall. She came up with an idea and pretended to put down the gun to attract the attention of the scar-faced killer.

The scar-faced killer saw Madison showing signs of surrender and relaxed his guard a little. At this moment, Madison suddenly threw the gun in his hand towards the scar-faced killer. The scar-faced killer instinctively blocked it with his shotgun. At this moment, Madison quickly jumped up, grabbed the painting on the wall, pulled it down with force, and then smashed it into the scar-faced killer's face.

The picture frame hit the scarred killer's face hard, the glass shattered and scratched his face. He screamed and the shotgun in his hand fell to the ground.

Madison took the opportunity to rush over and picked up the shotgun. At this time, the thin killer also climbed up from the ground and rushed towards Madison. Madison pulled the trigger without hesitation, and with a "bang", the shotgun blasted a bloody hole in the thin killer's chest at close range. The thin killer's body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, dying on the spot.

Seeing this, the scar-faced killer was terrified and turned to escape. Madison would not give him a chance. She picked up the shotgun and fired two shots at the scar-faced killer's back.

The scar-faced killer's body shook a few times, then slowly fell to the ground, blood spreading on the floor.

Madison stood there, breathing heavily, with smoke coming out of the shotgun in her hand. Her body was covered with wounds, and her clothes were torn to shreds, but her eyes showed a sense of relief and pride for having survived the disaster.

At this time, the sound of police sirens came from downstairs, getting closer and closer. Madison knew that the police, who had been called by Stonebridge, had finally arrived. She slowly sat on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes again. This time, it was the joy of surviving the disaster and the emotion of her own courage.

The door was knocked open by the police, and a group of police rushed in. The leading police officer saw Madison and immediately came over and asked with concern: "Are you okay? We rushed here as soon as we received the call."

Madison smiled weakly and nodded: "I'm fine, thank you." (End of this chapter)