The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Jingle Bell……"

At the critical moment when the life-and-death battle had just ended, Madison's cell phone suddenly rang. The sharp sound was particularly harsh in this deadly and tense space, like a sharp blade cutting through the extremely tense atmosphere.

On the other side, Stonebridge stood in the dim room, the light was dim and swaying, stretching his figure to be long and short. At this moment, his heart was filled with endless anxiety and worry, and he was extremely nervous. He held the phone tightly in one hand and put it to his ear, and gestured in front of him with the other hand. He paced back and forth quickly, and each step was very heavy, as if he wanted to step a pit on the ground. He kept mumbling in his mouth, and his voice was full of pleading: "Please, Maddie, answer the phone quickly, you must be fine, right..." The voice was trembling, with fear and anxiety that was difficult to conceal.

Long Zhan stood quietly by the side, silently watching Stonebridge. The air in the room seemed to freeze, and it was so oppressive that it made people breathless. Long Zhan wanted to comfort Stonebridge, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start. He frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness and concern in his eyes. He could only stand there quietly, watching Stonebridge's every move.

"You know I don't approve of you keeping guns in your house, you know that."

After the call was connected, the voice coming from the other end was cold and harsh, without a trace of joy after surviving the disaster, but instead a ruthless and harsh rebuke of Stonebridge. That voice was like a basin of cold water, pouring heavily on Stonebridge's fiery heart.

This is really uncomfortable!

It’s a bit exaggerated indeed!

However, Stonebridge was not angry. His eyes were full of guilt and anxiety. When he heard the voice, his body shook violently, and then he immediately straightened his back and said sincerely, "Please, Maddie, you must listen to my explanation." His voice was trembling, almost begging.

"No, I'm leaving. I'm leaving here forever. Fuck you. Go to hell, you bastard."

Madison was standing at the scene, surrounded by corpses lying on the ground. Blood was spreading on the ground, forming shocking dark red pools of blood. The pungent smell of blood filled the air, making people sick. Madison looked at the scene in front of him, and his emotions completely collapsed at this moment. His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of fear and anger. He cursed angrily at the phone, and then hung up the phone fiercely. That action was full of endless determination and anger.

"Beep beep..."

When Stonebridge heard the busy tone on the phone, he suddenly felt as if his soul had been taken away and he fell into a trance. He stood there blankly with empty eyes and did not move for a long time. Everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He seemed to be in a lonely and dark world and could not extricate himself.

"It's not your fault, you've done a good job." Long Zhan comforted him. He gently patted Stonebridge's shoulder, trying to convey some strength and comfort.

"Do not."

Stonebridge hammered the wall with his hands. The sound of each impact was dull and powerful, as if he was venting the pain deep in his heart. His face was full of guilt and self-blame, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He shouted, "I almost killed her. It's all my fault. I almost killed her." As he spoke, he seemed to have lost his soul and walked out of the room like a zombie. His steps were weak and shaky, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Long Zhan did not chase him, but shook his head helplessly. He looked at Stonebridge's departing back, and his heart was filled with melancholy. The room was still filled with tension and sadness, which made people feel heavy.

In the frenetic bar, the lights flickered, and the colorful lights intertwined and reflected on people's faces. The noisy music was deafening, and the strong rhythm seemed to break people's eardrums. On the dance floor, men and women twisted their bodies wildly to the music, and sweat slid down their foreheads and cheeks and dripped onto the floor of the dance floor. The air was filled with the smell of alcohol, tobacco and perfume.

Colonel Coltrane and Norman walked in together, their pace was neither fast nor slow, and they looked like two normal customers. They walked through the crowded crowd, avoiding those drunk people, and walked towards the bar. Along the way, their eyes vigilantly scanned everything around them, not missing any details.

"Two glasses of whiskey," Nowen said to the bartender. He leaned forward slightly, rested his elbows on the bar, leaned forward slightly, and spoke loudly to the bartender.

"If you have one, give me a glass of Lagavulin, or Laphroaig, I'm not picky."

Colonel Coltrane refused Norman's drink and chose a drink he liked better. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a trace of fatigue and thought, and then he said, "Tell me, what are you doing here?" His voice was low and steady, and in this noisy bar, it could be clearly heard by Norman.

"You said you wanted to sneak into the Russian military base, and I came here to help you fulfill your wish." Novin said. He turned his head and looked at Colonel Kechuan with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Can we break into a military base just by drinking a few drinks at a bar?" Colonel Coltrane asked. He raised his eyebrows, with a hint of doubt and ridicule in his eyes.

"Don't underestimate this bar, sir. It's the closest bar to the military base, where soldiers gather. You just need to find an officer with high enough authority." Nowen explained. As he spoke, he pointed to the people in plain clothes around him, with a confident look on his face.

"How do we find officers with enough authority when we're all in civilian clothes after get off work?" Colonel Coltrane asked. He picked up the glass and took a sip of the wine, feeling the spicy liquid slide down his throat.

"That's simple. Based on my years of experience, it's just drinking alone." Norman said with some sarcasm. He smiled and patted Colonel Coltrane on the shoulder, with a hint of cunning in his smile.

"Don't make sarcastic remarks. You may be like this in the future." Colonel Coltrane said helplessly. He shook his head and showed a bitter smile on his face.

"Drinking alone?" Norman asked. He tilted his head, with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Become an officer," Colonel Coltrane replied calmly, his eyes revealing a hint of seriousness and expectation.

"Haha."

Nowen was amused. He laughed so hard that his body began to tremble. He shook his head and said, "No, I don't want it. Forget it. Speaking of this, I want to ask if you can demote me?" He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands while laughing.

"Demoted? Be careful or I'll continue to promote you." Colonel Coltrane said deliberately. He raised his eyebrows with a playful look on his face.

"Don't give me that. I don't want to be a sergeant. I didn't even want to be an acting corporal. I'm different from Stonebridge. I don't want to shoulder heavy responsibilities." Norman regretted his decision and took two sips of wine. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then put the glass heavily on the bar with a "bang".

"Are you training Chhetri now?" Colonel Coltrane asked, changing the subject at the right time. He turned his head and looked at Norman, with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"I regret it so much that my intestines are empty. Whenever he goes on a mission, he acts like a rabbit out of control. He almost drives me crazy." Nowen said, rubbing his forehead. He rubbed his temple fiercely with his hands, his face full of pain and helplessness.

"That's a real headache," laughed Colonel Coltrane. He shook his head slightly, a sympathetic smile on his face.

"I just want to say that I didn't join the army to be an officer," said Norman. He sat up straight and looked at Colonel Coltrane with a serious expression.

"Really? Then why did you join the army?" Colonel Coltrane asked. He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of curiosity.

"I just wanted to find a way out for myself. There is no future in a small place." Nowen explained. His eyes revealed a trace of memories and emotion, as if he had returned to the confused self at the beginning.

"No, I don't believe it. You are so careless and portray yourself as a modern version of Mulan who was forced to join the army. But you are highly skilled and can speak multiple languages. You act with principles and act decisively. Even if you are a country bumpkin, so what? You have come this far, so why not keep moving forward?" Colonel Coltrane patiently persuaded. He looked at Norman with sincerity and expectation in his eyes, trying to convince Norman.

"Sir, I am very satisfied with my current situation. Besides, I dare not listen to your life advice. After all, you even hooked up with a Russian agent, not to mention that the other party is a hot blonde." Nowen said. He smiled and teased, with a hint of mischief in his smile.

"In our line of work, we can have close friends. If they are in danger, will you go back on mission to save them?" Colonel Coltrane asked. His eyes became deep and serious, as if he was thinking about something important.

"No." Nowen did not hesitate. He answered decisively, without a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"Because you are an honest and kind soldier," said Colonel Coltrane. He nodded slightly, with a hint of approval on his face.

"I didn't fail my mission to save you before." Nowen said. He looked at Colonel Coltrane with a smile, and there was a hint of ridicule in his smile.

"Yes, because you knew that Stonebridge would come to rescue me, and that would be exactly what you wanted." Colonel Coltrane guessed. He smiled and shook his head, as if he knew everything about Norman's thoughts.

"Get down to business."

Nowen didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. His eyes suddenly became sharp. He looked in one direction and said, "There is an officer at two o'clock. I think he is quite suitable." He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the officer carefully.

"Find a way to isolate him and take him away quietly." Colonel Kechuan said. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and firmness.

"I have a quieter way."

Nowen grabbed a bottle of wine on the table and said to Colonel Kechuan, "Actually, I had to join the army because I had no choice. This is the truth." As he spoke, he held the bottle tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

After saying that, Norman swung his hand violently and threw the bottle far away. He raised his arm high, then swung it down quickly with great force.

"Bang, crash."

The bottle flew over the officer's head at two o'clock and smashed into the wall behind him, breaking into pieces of glass, causing exclamations from the entire bar. The exclamations came one after another, instantly breaking the originally noisy atmosphere of the bar, and everyone's attention was drawn to it.

But although they were surprised, no one panicked. After all, bars were places of gossip, and fighting was common here. People who came to the bar to drink were used to it.

The man who was almost hit on the head by the bottle turned his angry eyes directly to him. His eyes were wide open, burning with rage, staring straight at Norman.

Just as the man was about to question him, Norman yelled at him first: "This guy said, you are all a bunch of sissies."

After speaking in Russian, Novin laughed, patted Colonel Coltrane's arm and said, "Good luck, buddy." As he laughed, he quickly took a step back, ready to watch the next show.

The man who was hit on the head and the surrounding Russians were all covered by Norman's group attack, and they were all furious. Their faces were flushed, the veins on their foreheads were bulging, and their murderous eyes were locked on Colonel Coltrane. They all stood up and slowly walked towards Colonel Coltrane. Their steps were heavy and powerful, and every step seemed to be filled with endless anger.

"Holy shit, this is not fun."

Colonel Kechuan felt his scalp tingling. Fighting a group of people with bare hands was not his forte. Only Long Zhan could do that. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes revealed a hint of nervousness and panic. Seeing that he was about to be surrounded by a group of big men, he could only stand up and get into a fighting posture. His legs were slightly apart, his knees were slightly bent, his hands were clenched into fists, and he looked at the people around him vigilantly.

…The atmosphere in the bar suddenly became tense, and a fierce battle seemed about to break out.

Colonel Coltrane groaned inwardly in this hostile encirclement, for he knew very well that he was in an extremely difficult predicament.

Norman stood aside, with a smile on his face, but a hint of worry in his eyes. He knew that although his move seemed clever, it also put Colonel Coltrane in danger. People around were watching all this, with excitement, curiosity, fear, and all kinds of expressions intertwined on their faces. The music still echoed in the bar, but it seemed a little inappropriate at this moment. The flashing lights seemed to become a little dazzling at this moment. Colonel Coltrane took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that he had to find a way to get out of the predicament. Otherwise, this mission would have failed before it even started... (End of this chapter)