The film starts with the Navy SEALs

The countdown on the screen continued to beat mercilessly. "The missile will be launched in four minutes. I am trying to abort it..." Chhetri had just finished speaking when he suddenly turned his head. His sense of crisis from years of experience on the battlefield was triggered. His sixth sense told him that the enemy was behind him. His heart suddenly shrank, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

At this time, Nowen was fighting fiercely with the enemy outside the control room. Bullets from both sides were flying back and forth, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, which made people breathless. Nowen kept changing positions, using the cover around him to avoid the enemy's attacks, and looking for opportunities to counterattack. His fingers became numb from pulling the trigger for a long time, and his arms were sore, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. His forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyes were extremely firm, as if he was declaring to the enemy: never retreat.

On the other side, Colonel Kechuan, Long Zhan and Stonebridge were also facing the enemy's crazy attack. They fought separately, but they cooperated closely. With his rich combat experience, Colonel Kechuan constantly commanded everyone to adjust tactics. His voice was steady and powerful on the radio, which brought confidence and courage to everyone. Long Zhan and Stonebridge bravely moved forward, venting their anger at the enemy with their weapons. Their clothes were covered with dust and blood, and their faces were full of fatigue, but no one retreated. Every shot, every dodge, was like brushing against death.

In this fierce battle, everyone is working towards the same goal, which is to stop the missile launch and save countless lives. As time passes, their pressure becomes greater and greater, as if an invisible mountain is pressing down on them. But they firmly believe that as long as they persist, they will be able to find a way to resolve this crisis. Every second of persistence is like finding hope for light in the darkness.

As the battle continued, Stonebridge and Long Zhan finally found another passage leading to the control room. This passage was also dark and damp, with moss on the walls and a rotten smell. They moved forward cautiously, keeping their guns alert at all times, fingers tightly on the trigger. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in front of them, which was particularly clear in the silent passage. Long Zhan and Stonebridge stopped immediately, leaned against the wall, and tensed their bodies, ready for battle. Their heartbeats echoed in their ears, as if war drums were beating.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a figure gradually appeared in their sight. Long Zhan looked closely and found that it was an enemy minion. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and fired a shot. With a "bang", the crisp sound of the gun echoed in the passage, and the enemy fell to the ground, his body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. After getting rid of this enemy, they continued to move forward, and their steps were more cautious.

Not far away, they encountered another group of enemies. These enemies were obviously ready for battle. As soon as they saw Long Zhan and Stonebridge, they immediately raised their guns and fired. Bullets rained down on them, hitting the walls around them and making sparks fly. Long Zhan and Stonebridge quickly hid behind the bunker and used the weapons in their hands to shoot at the enemy. The enemy's firepower was fierce, but they were not afraid. With superb shooting skills and tenacious will, they gradually suppressed the enemy. They kept looking for the enemy's flaws, striving for accuracy in every shot, and racing against time every time they changed bullets.

In the fierce exchange of fire, Long Zhan found that the enemy's ammunition seemed to be running out. He seized this opportunity and winked at Stonebridge. The two stood up at the same time, raised their guns and rushed towards the enemy. The enemy was startled by their sudden attack and immediately lost their balance. Long Zhan and Stonebridge took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. Their figures shuttled through the hail of bullets, and the guns in their hands kept spitting out tongues of fire. Soon, all the enemies were wiped out, and the passage was filled with the enemy's blood and gunpowder.

After dealing with this wave of enemies, they finally came to another entrance of the control room. However, there were also enemies guarding here. Long Zhan and Stonebridge hid in the corner, observing the enemy's movements. They found that the enemy's defense was very tight, and it was almost impossible to force their way in. The enemy's gun muzzle flashed coldly in the dark, like a pair of vigilant eyes.

While they were thinking about countermeasures, the battle between Shakova and Ivel entered a white-hot stage. Ivel's attacks became more and more fierce, and Shakova gradually became unable to resist. She had been injured in many places, and her clothes were stained with blood. Every drop of blood seemed to announce her dangerous situation. But she did not give up. She had only one belief in her heart, that is, to stop Ivel and stop the missile launch. Her eyes revealed determination and resoluteness. Even if she used up her last bit of strength, she would never retreat.

Suddenly, Ivel dodged Shakova's punch and then kicked her in the abdomen. Shakova was unable to dodge and was kicked. She flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain. Ivel took the opportunity to pounce on her and wanted to give Shakova a fatal blow. His eyes flashed with madness and determination.

At this critical moment, Shakova got the strength from nowhere, and she rolled over and dodged Ivel's attack. Then, she quickly got up from the ground and punched Ivel in the chin. Ivel was hit by this punch and took a few steps back. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of surprise and anger appeared on his face.

Shakova did not give him a chance to breathe. She took advantage of the situation and launched continuous attacks. Her fists rained down on Ivel with the sound of wind. Ivel was not to be outdone. He kept defending and looking for opportunities to counterattack. The two fought hard in the control room. The surrounding equipment was knocked over by them, sparks flew everywhere, as if a world was about to collapse.

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Under the shadow of the Russian-Ukrainian conflict, the world situation is like a taut string, and every vibration may lead to immeasurable consequences. In Russia, a contest concerning the fate of countless people is quietly unfolding at a secret military base.

Although Shakova and Ivel were from the same school and had both been tempered and grown in the Russian army, the natural physiological differences between men and women gradually became apparent in this brutal confrontation. The wind howled outside the base, blowing through the cold metal buildings, making a sound like the low hum of a beast, as if playing a prelude to this battle.

Sharkova was agile, with a firm and resolute look in her eyes. Facing Ivel's attack, she dodged and fought back flexibly. Ivel was like a ferocious cheetah, and every move he made was powerful and deadly. The two of them crossed in the dim corridor, and the sound of fists and feet fighting was endless. Sharkova was able to fight back and forth with Ivel for more than a minute, which was enough to prove that she was an extremely good agent. With her agility and tenacious will, she resolved Ivel's offensive again and again, and sweat slid from her forehead and dripped onto the cold ground.

However, time is the most ruthless enemy. As the battle continued, Shakova's physical strength gradually failed to keep up, and her breathing became rapid. Ivel noticed her fatigue and his attack became more fierce. He took advantage of the moment when Shakova could not dodge, stretched out his hand suddenly, and grabbed her neck tightly. His other fist was like a cannonball, hitting her heart hard. "Ah~" Shakova screamed in pain, and her body instantly lost strength, as if all her strength was drained by this punch. Ivel did not have the slightest sympathy for her. He grabbed Shakova as if she were a tattered rag doll, and smashed her hard on the table next to her. With a "bang", the items on the table scattered all over the floor. Then, Ivel lifted her up high again, and then threw her heavily to the ground. The ground was shaking slightly because of the violent impact.

After suffering these two heavy blows in a row, Shakova felt as if her body was falling apart, and she had almost no strength to fight. She lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and her vision became blurred. Ivel stood in front of her, his eyes cold, and took out a pistol from his armpit holster, pointing the black muzzle at Shakova's head. He vowed to complete this "great cause", and at this moment, he had completely forgotten about love between men and women.

At this critical moment, the threat of death stimulated the potential hidden in Shakova's body. She used up her last bit of strength and took out a small pocket pistol from a hidden part of her body. She turned around suddenly and pointed the gun at Ivel. Although her arm was shaking, the muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily in Ivel's direction. The two of them formed a pistol standoff. The air was filled with a suffocating tension, as if a pin drop could be heard clearly.

"Stop the launch program, immediately." Sharkova pointed the gun at Ivel, her voice trembling, both because of the pain in her body and the tension of the situation. She struggled to get up from the ground again, and every movement seemed extremely difficult.

"You need a password to deactivate it. If I were you, I wouldn't shoot. Kill me and no one can stop the launch program." Ivel also pointed his gun at Shakova. Although he did not seem to be at a disadvantage on the surface, this sentence revealed a key trump card.

Hearing this, Shakova's heart sank suddenly, and her face turned pale instantly. If she killed Ivel, there would be no password and she would not be able to stop the launch program; but if she wanted Ivel to stop the launch program, she would have to threaten him with her life, which was like falling into an endless loop. Her brain was working fast, trying to find a way to break the dilemma, and sweat kept sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the gun in her hand.

"I miss Pavel quite a bit. Although his life is very unreal, at least he is not vicious and he is a person with feelings." Seeing that threats were useless, Shakova immediately played the emotional card. She cried as she spoke, her voice full of sadness and nostalgia. At this moment, her acting skills may not be perfect, but the scene of crying and talking reveals a sincere emotion that is moving. Ivel's expression changed significantly, and there was a subtle fluctuation in his eyes.

"Do you want to know my real name?" Ivel picked up the dog tag hanging on his chest, with a very complicated expression on his face, as if he was lost in memories of the past.

"I already knew that your name is Denis Bruselov. You and your brother have been adopted by many families, but you were always abandoned." Shakova continued to play the emotional card, because she knew that this was her only chance of winning. She stared into Ivel's eyes, trying to find a sign of relaxation in his eyes.

"Do you think this is the root cause?" Ivel said in a low voice, with a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in his voice.

"I've read Palovsky's files. They've figured out your mentality long ago. They isolated you first, and then chose you. They won't give up until they achieve their goal. You can't escape. That's all you mean to them, but you're a psychopath. He shouldn't have chosen you in the first place." Shakova said while crying. Her words were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the most vulnerable part of Ivel's heart.

"At least, they chose me." Ivel said, his face suddenly changed, and the tenderness in his eyes was instantly replaced by coldness. He fired without hesitation, and with a "bang", the bullet whizzed towards Shakova and hit her stomach. Shakova only felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and her body fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Ivel was sure that Shakova would not dare to shoot him for the missile, so she was so reckless. He walked towards Shakova step by step, the gun in his hand was still pointed at her, with a victorious look on his face. Shakova lay on the ground, the pain in her abdomen came like a surging tide, she felt that her life was slipping away bit by bit, and the shadow of despair enveloped her.

At this moment, a gunshot broke the desperate silence. This shot was not fired by Ivel, but by Novin, who was outside to intercept the pursuers. Novin heard the fighting inside stop and heard gunshots, and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He realized that something was wrong, and he ran towards the source of the sound. When he arrived, he saw Ivel trying to kill Shakova. In a critical situation, he shot Ivel's arm without hesitation. The bullet hit Ivel's arm accurately, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Shakova had already given up hope under the threat of death. Suddenly, she saw the gun in Ivel's hand fall to the ground, and her survival instinct was instantly activated. Without thinking, she used up her last bit of strength to pick up the gun on the ground, pointed it at Ivel and shot it. The shot was very accurate and hit Ivel right in the chest. (End of this chapter)