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His forehead was covered with sweat, but he didn't bother to wipe it off, his eyes were always fixed on the screen. Finally, he successfully entered the core area of ​​the missile control system.

"I have entered the missile control system and am trying to prevent the missile from launching." Chhetri reported to others via radio. There was a hint of nervousness and excitement in his voice. The nervousness was because he knew he had a great responsibility, and the excitement was that he was finally one step closer to success.

After hearing Chhetri's report, Long Zhan, Stonebridge, Colonel Coltrane and others felt a glimmer of hope. They quickened their pace and ran desperately towards the central control room. The corridor was filled with their hurried footsteps and heavy breathing, like a tense battle symphony.

In the basement, the stench of decay and the smell of gunpowder were intertwined, making people feel sick. The dim light flickered on the wall, as if it would go out at any time. The erratic light and shadow cast a series of strange and ferocious shadows, as if deadly dangers were lurking in every dark corner, making people's backs cold.

The battle outside had just ended, and the fierce exchange of fire seemed to still be in front of my eyes: the scarred woman was surrounded by dense gunfire, her body twisted and fell helplessly in the rain of bullets like a puppet with its strings cut. Her blood gushed out and spread wantonly on the cold and hard ground. The bloodstains were shocking, announcing the end of this local battle. However, this was only the prelude to a greater crisis, and the real life and death test had just begun.

In the central control room, Ivel stood in front of the huge control screen, the cold light from the screen reflecting his fanatical and resolute face. His hands trembled slightly as he tightly grasped the metal key with complex hollow patterns. Each pattern seemed to carry a secret and huge energy. On the screen, the prompt that the missile fuel was refueled was shining with a dazzling light. The jumping numbers were like the countdown clock of death, and each time they struck hard on everyone's heart. Ivel took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, trying to calm his inner tension. Then, he carefully inserted the key into the keyhole, and began the decryption operation with trembling fingers. Every time he turned the key, he seemed to hear the sound of the gears of fate turning.

"Everyone, pay attention. The missile fuel has been added. You have to work harder!" Nowen's voice came through the radio in a hurry, with anxiety that was hard to conceal. He stared at the monitoring screen with his eyes fixed, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, each drop reflecting tension and anxiety. Time was as tight as a string about to break, and every second that passed was like burning life.

"We are now suppressed by firepower, and the detonator room has been blocked!" Stonebridge responded loudly, his voice mixed with deafening gunshots. He and Long Zhan were trapped in the passage outside the central control room. The passage was narrow and filled with choking gun smoke. In front of them, dense enemies kept pouring in like a surging tide, and bullets whizzed past like raindrops, hitting the wall and splashing a string of sparks. The wall was riddled with holes and debris flew everywhere.

"B2, B3, I'll attract the fire, you guys go around to the control room from the back!" Long Zhan ordered decisively, his eyes were as firm as iron, calm and resolute. In this narrow passage, a frontal breakthrough would undoubtedly lead to death, and the only hope was that other teams would outflank them. He raised his assault rifle, leaned forward, and fired wildly at the enemy. "Da da da da da..." The gunfire instantly illuminated the dark and depressing passage, and the hot muzzles spewed out angry flames. The enemies panicked and looked for cover to hide. For a while, shouts and curses rose and fell in the passage.

Stonebridge was not to be outdone. He used the scattered debris around him as cover, crouched, and flexibly changed his position to shoot at the enemy. His eyes were fierce, and every time he pulled the trigger, it was like he was venting his anger at the enemy. However, the number of enemies was too large, like an ant colony, and their firepower suppression was like a stone thrown into the sea, which could not cause much waves and could not change the suppressed situation at all.

At the same time, Colonel Kechuan was also caught in a tough battle. "Shakova, left, Novin right, I'll hold you here!" He shouted with a hoarse voice, which was particularly abrupt in the fierce and noisy gunfire. The air around them seemed to be ignited by the flames of war, filled with pungent smoke and a strong smell of gunpowder. The enemy's bullets flew around them like locusts, making the ground dusty and debris flying everywhere, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

"There are too many enemies. If we all leave, what if you can't handle it?" Shakova asked worriedly. There was a hint of hesitation and uneasiness in her eyes, but she gripped the gun tighter in her hand, and her knuckles turned white due to the force.

"Don't worry about me, I'll suppress the fire, you guys hurry up and go, GOGOGO!" Colonel Kechuan gave the order again, his tone was firm and unquestionable. Shakova and Novin looked at each other, and although they were full of worry and reluctance, they still gritted their teeth and acted according to Colonel Kechuan's instructions. They bent their bodies and carefully shuttled through the hail of bullets, and every step was full of danger and uncertainty.

"Bang, bang, bang..." "Da da da da da..." The sound of gunfire echoed through the basement like a rainstorm, and the entire space was filled with this fierce battle. Bullets flew, sparks splashed, and every shot was accompanied by the threat of death. The dust on the wall was shaken off by the violent vibration, mixed with the choking gunpowder smoke, making it almost impossible to breathe, as if you were in a purgatory full of despair.

In the central control room, Ivel had inserted the four keys into the keyholes accurately. He pressed them all down with both hands. Instantly, the screen responded. A string of eye-catching Russian text showed that the target had been locked and the missile entered the five-minute countdown for launch. At the same time, a sharp and piercing Russian broadcast sounded, accompanied by a rapid and urgent alarm, echoing throughout the control room. The sound seemed to carry a sharp thorn, piercing everyone's heart. The five-minute countdown on the screen began to beat, and every second that passed was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard, and making people's heartbeats accelerate.

"Attention everyone, the launch procedure has been initiated, and the target locations have been locked. They are Paris, Berlin, and London. There are four minutes and forty-five seconds left!" Chettri reported on the radio, his voice full of heavy pressure and endless anxiety. Upon hearing this news, Stonebridge and others felt anxious, and anxiety surged into their hearts like a surging tide. They knew that once the missile was launched, the consequences would be disastrous, and tens of thousands of lives would disappear in an instant. It would be an irreversible human tragedy.

"B1, B4, go to the control room immediately, we must find a way to stop him!" Colonel Kechuan ordered loudly on the radio, with a desperate tone in his voice. He knew that this was a critical moment of life and death, and the missile launch must be stopped at all costs, otherwise the whole world would fall into endless darkness. Stonebridge and Long Zhan had no choice but to put their own safety aside. They quickly took out all the grenades from their backpacks. The grenades in their hands glowed with a cold metallic luster, as if they were the only hope at the moment. Long Zhan stood up suddenly, his eyes red, and turned off all the lights in the passage. In an instant, the passage fell into a pitch-black darkness, with only the enemy's gun muzzle flashing in the darkness, like the eyes of a demon. Stonebridge took the opportunity to throw grenades one by one, his movements were quick and decisive.

"Boom, boom..." Several violent explosions sounded, and the entire passage shook violently, as if the earth was shaking. The powerful impact threw the enemy's body into the air, blood splattered all over the surrounding walls, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground. The scene was horrible. The originally dense gunfire disappeared in an instant, leaving only thick smoke and dust rolling down the passage, and the pungent smell made people cough. Stonebridge and Long Zhan were shocked by the impact and took a few steps back, but they did not hesitate at all, and immediately rushed forward with firm and rapid steps.

They knew that every second was crucial, and life and death depended on this thought. Although it was extremely dangerous to rush forward like this, if an enemy was not killed or knocked unconscious by the explosion, they might die on the spot. But they could no longer care about it, and they had only one belief in their hearts: to stop the missile launch. With their tenacious will and fearless courage, they groped forward in the thick smoke and darkness. Fortunately, several grenades caused great damage, and the thick smoke from the explosion completely covered the passage, making the enemy's vision almost zero. With this cover, Long Zhan and Stonebridge successfully rushed out of the control room.

However, new troubles followed. The big iron door outside the central control room was tightly closed. Long Zhan pushed hard, but the iron door did not move at all, like an unshakable mountain. "The door of the control room is closed, and we have no way to get in. Didn't you say that the door had been opened a long time ago?" Stonebridge shouted anxiously on the radio, with a hint of despair in his voice.

"The second-level protocol has just been triggered. Because the poison gas has leaked, the gate has been blocked." Novin replied after quickly checking on the computer. His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, trying to find a solution, but time was running out. Every second passed mercilessly, and hope was shattered bit by bit.

"What if we can't open it? Should we go back the way we came?" Long Zhan asked, his eyes revealing a trace of anxiety and confusion. The door of the control room is an explosion-proof iron door, which is extremely strong. Even if an RPG is used, it may not be able to be blown open. This puts them in a desperate situation, as if they are in an inescapable cage.

"Let's go!" Stonebridge said decisively. He knew that it was meaningless to waste time here, and he had to find another way to get into the control room as soon as possible. So they turned around and ran back along the corridor, their steps hurried and panicked, trying to enter from the other side. The corridor was filled with suffocating darkness and fear. Their heartbeats were particularly clear in the silence, and every step was like stepping on the edge of a cliff.

On the other side, Shakova and Novin had successfully bypassed the enemy and came out of the control room. Novin stayed outside to block the enemies who were chasing him. He leaned against the wall, his body trembling slightly, and the gun in his hand kept spitting out flames, engaging in a fierce exchange of fire with the enemy. Bullets whizzed past him, brushed the corners of his clothes, and brought a gust of cold wind. He kept changing positions, using the cover around him to avoid the enemy's attacks, while looking for opportunities to counterattack. His forehead was full of sweat, which kept sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.

Shakova rushed into the control room alone. There was a long passage leading to the control room. Strange lights flickered on the walls on both sides of the passage. The lights flickered, as if telling of unknown fear. Her steps were quick and firm, and her eyes were fixed on the control console in front of her, full of determination and anxiety. The countdown on the screen was extremely conspicuous. Every time it jumped, it seemed to remind her that time was running out and her life was running out fast.

Shakova didn't see anyone at the control console, and she was anxious to stop the launch program, so she didn't pay much attention and rushed in. Unexpectedly, when she just came out of the passage and entered the room where the control console was, she discovered that something was wrong outside, and Ivel, who was hiding quietly on the left side of the passage exit, suddenly attacked her.

Ivel was as swift as a cheetah, and kicked Shakova's head with a whistling sound. This kick was very powerful. If Shakova was kicked, she would definitely be knocked unconscious on the spot. Fortunately, Shakova's reaction speed was fast enough. When she had no way to dodge, she quickly raised her hands to protect her face and blocked the kick. Even so, she was kicked back a few steps by the huge impact. She felt a sharp pain in her arm and her bones seemed to be shattered. She looked closely and found that the person who attacked her was Ivel. Her former comrade-in-arms was now standing on the opposite side and became an irreconcilable enemy.

Two comrades who once studied in the same class and even had feelings for each other.

But now it has completely changed.

Like an enemy.

Without any hesitation, they immediately started fighting. Ivel was agile and kept attacking, each punch was powerful and carried a killing momentum. Shakova was not to be outdone, she cleverly dodged Ivel's attack and looked for a chance to counterattack. Her eyes revealed determination and indomitable will, and despite multiple injuries, she still resisted tenaciously. The two of them fought back and forth, punching and kicking each other, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner. Their figures moved quickly in the control room, knocking the surrounding equipment to the ground, and parts were scattered all over the floor. (End of this chapter)