The film starts with the Navy SEALs

In that terrifying and dangerous biohazard battle, the members of Team B seemed to be on the edge of hell. Every second was shrouded in the shadow of death, and they fought a desperate battle with Ivel and his minions. The strange smoke released by Ivel's biochemical weapons filled every corner of the battlefield, and the pungent smell seemed to corrode people's souls. The team members struggled forward in the smoke, their vision was severely obstructed, and they could only rely on years of combat experience and tenacious will to fight the enemy at close range.

Long Zhan held an assault rifle and shuttled through the hail of bullets. His eyes were firm and sharp, and every time he pulled the trigger, the enemy screamed. Stonebridge was like a brave lion, wielding a sharp blade in his hand and engaging in close combat with the approaching enemy. Blood splattered all over his face, but he did not retreat at all. Colonel Kechuan calmly commanded the battle. His voice spread throughout the battlefield through the radio, like a stabilizing force, stabilizing the morale of the team members.

After a thrilling life-and-death battle, Team B finally succeeded in killing Ivel and resolved this horrific biochemical crisis. The team members were covered with fatigue and scars from the battle, and everyone was breathing heavily, with sweat mixed with blood running down their cheeks and dripping onto the land baptized by war at their feet. Their tense nerves could finally relax a little, thinking that they could finally go home, have a good rest for a while, and adjust their physical and mental trauma.

However, fate did not seem to let them off easily. Just as they packed their bags and prepared to return home, an accident struck again without warning.

A female doctor named McCluskey was abducted by a group of unidentified armed men in Kosovo. This news was like a bombshell and quickly reached the ears of the British government. The female doctor holds crucial information, which is of self-evident importance to the British government and must not be lost. In the whole of Britain, the only team that can rescue the female doctor unscathed while ensuring the greatest safety is Team B, where Long Zhan and his team are. Their professional ability and rich experience are incomparable and irreplaceable to others.

In desperation, Colonel Kechuan had to take up the heavy responsibility again and accepted this urgent and arduous mission. The team members did not even have time to take a good breath before seamlessly connecting and quickly engaging in this new rescue operation. They rushed to Pristina, Kosovo at the fastest speed.

According to intelligence, the female doctor was imprisoned in a factory that had been abandoned for many years outside the city. This factory was like a dormant giant beast, quietly entrenched in the deserted suburbs. The weeds were overgrown all around, more than half a person tall, rustling in the breeze, as if telling stories of the past. The factory walls had long been dilapidated, and the mottled wall skin was like peeling scales, revealing the dark gray bricks inside. Several windows were incomplete, and the broken glass shards flashed coldly in the sun, like ferocious eyes. The factory door was half-closed, making a creaking sound, as if welcoming these uninvited guests, and as if issuing a final warning.

The members of Team B have already cooperated well, and they act like a precision-running machine. Everyone knows their own position and mission, and after arriving at the destination, they immediately start the rescue operation in an orderly manner. Chhetri still plays the role of a computer expert. He is hidden in an inconspicuous corner on the periphery, surrounded by various high-tech equipment. He stares at the screen in front of him with full concentration, and his fingers quickly tap on the keyboard, like a pianist playing a beautiful piece of music. His forehead is covered with fine beads of sweat, and his eyes reveal concentration and tension, because he knows that every operation he makes is related to the life and death of his teammates.

"Reporting to headquarters, I found two gangsters. Judging from their clothing and behavior, they are most likely members of the Albanian mafia. There are probably more gangsters hiding inside the factory, and they are all equipped with automatic weapons. Everyone must be prepared for a fierce exchange of fire." Chhetri's voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of each team member through the radio. While reporting, he skillfully turned the observation mirror and continued, "I see you coming. The road ahead is currently safe."

Following Chhetri's line of sight, an armored vehicle was seen approaching at lightning speed. The armored vehicle was pitch black and heavy, emitting a cold metallic luster in the sun, like a majestic steel beast. The abandoned factory area covered a very large area. The armored vehicle was speeding inside, and the wheels raised clouds of dust, but it did not alarm anyone. The gangsters were completely immersed in their own world and had no warning of the impending danger. The armored vehicle's engine emitted a low roar, as if it was a roar from hell, and every vibration made the ground tremble slightly.

The armored vehicle sped along the winding road of the factory according to the route planned in advance. The car was full of fully armed personnel, including not only the old faces such as Long Zhan, Stonebich, Colonel Kechuan, Shakova, and Novin, but also a newcomer named Sergei. Like Shakova, Sergei is from the fighting nation of Russia, and it was Shakova who invited him to join Team B. At this moment, everyone in the car had an extremely cold expression, and their eyes revealed determination and fearlessness. Even if they were about to face a brutal war, there was no fear on their faces. This kind of life and death test was already commonplace for them. Long Zhan held the gun tightly in his hand, and his fingers gently stroked the gun body, as if he was communicating with it silently; Stonebich moved his wrists, and the joints made a clicking sound, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile; Colonel Kechuan looked forward with a firm gaze, and his eyes revealed his belief in winning this battle.

When the vehicle was two hundred meters closer to the breakthrough point, Colonel Coltrane calmly ordered over the radio: "Distract them."

Chhetri, who was closely observing from the tallest building in the factory, took action immediately after hearing the order. He skillfully turned on the player that had been placed in advance, and a burst of harsh white noise of electric current instantly covered the entire factory with overwhelming force. This noise was like the roar of a demon, filling the headphones worn by all the militants with disturbing sounds. Chhetri did this for two purposes: one was to interfere with enemy communications so that they could not communicate and cooperate effectively; the other was to reduce their hearing so that when the armored vehicles approached, they would not be able to detect and react in advance. The white noise echoed in the factory, as if it was countless screaming demons, which upset the militants. They showed expressions of pain and anger on their faces, and they all tried to get rid of the torture of the noise in a hurry.

As expected, the expected effect was perfectly achieved. The headphones of all the militants in the factory were overwhelmed by the harsh white noise. They showed painful expressions, took off their headphones in a hurry, and began to check and tinker. Some thought that the headphones were broken and angrily smashed them; others thought that there was a communication failure with their teammates and cursed. For a while, the factory was in chaos. Their eyes were full of confusion and fear. They didn't know what this sudden noise meant, and they didn't know that danger was approaching them step by step.

Just as the militants were getting distracted, the armored vehicle had already arrived at the factory building in the middle of the factory area, behind the building where the militants were located, like a black artillery shell. The car's horsepower was turned to the maximum, and the engine made a deafening roar, crashing into the red brick wall at high speed. Driving into the wall sounds like a crazy act of suicide, but this bulletproof armored vehicle weighing more than ten tons has an indestructible power. The red brick wall built during the Cold War is like a fragile piece of tofu in front of it, and it is not vulnerable at all. With a loud "bang", the armored vehicle easily penetrated the wall like a meteor across the night sky, leaving a huge hole in the wall. The moment the armored vehicle rushed into the house, dust flew and filled the entire space, like a thick fog, blurring people's vision. Bricks and dust flew everywhere, hitting the militants, making them more terrified and panicked.

The militants in the house finally woke up from their dream and realized that someone was going to attack them. They widened their eyes in fear, picked up the guns beside them in a panic, and fired wildly at the armored vehicle. "Da da da..." The bullets hit the body of the vehicle like raindrops, making a crisp impact sound and splashing sparks, but only leaving small dents on the body of the vehicle, unable to cause any substantial damage to the armored vehicle. The eyes of the militants were full of despair and fear. They kept pulling the trigger, trying to stop the advance of the steel behemoth, but everything was in vain.

As soon as the car stopped, the people in the car opened the heavy car door as quickly as lightning to take cover. With firm eyes, they pulled out their guns without hesitation and started a fierce battle with the militants.

"Da da da..." "Pah pah pah..." The sound of gunfire was like a series of thunder, instantly resounding throughout the factory, breaking the original silence. Long Zhan, Stonebridge and others were guarding the side door. They were all top fighters who had experienced many battles. Every movement was smooth and skillful, and their shooting skills were superb, as if they had eyes. Bullets whizzed out of their gun barrels and shot accurately at the enemy. At the beginning, three or four gangsters fell to the ground, and blood gushed out of their bodies, gathering on the ground into shocking pools of blood. Long Zhan's eyes revealed coldness and decisiveness. He kept changing his shooting position to prevent the enemy from aiming at him; Stonebridge shouted loudly to encourage the morale of his teammates. Every shot he made was accompanied by the screams of the enemy.

As the first wave of counterattack gangsters were successfully killed, the people on the armored vehicles filed down from the vehicles and quickly entered the factory area, launching a range-control attack on the enemies in front of them. They moved swiftly and coordinated well, moving like ghosts in the hail of bullets. Under their fierce attack, the first floor of the factory area, which was originally guarded by more than a dozen people, was quickly cleared out without any suspense. The figures of the team members were looming in the smoke and fire, and their shouts and gunshots intertwined to form a heroic battle song.

"Safe!" "Safe!" "Safe!"... The team members were responsible for clearing a direction respectively. After confirming that all the targets were killed, they reported the situation in an orderly manner via radio so as to prepare for the next action. Their voices were full of fatigue, but also revealed the joy and pride of victory.

"Prepare to go upstairs. B2 and B3 will be responsible for the ground floor, B1 and I will be responsible for the second floor. We will find and rescue the hostages. The others will search other areas." Colonel Kechuan gave the order in a swift and resolute manner, his voice firm and powerful. Afterwards, the team immediately began to be alert, carefully dispersed and moved, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, heading towards their respective targets. The team members crouched, their guns in their hands ready to shoot at any time, their eyes vigilantly observing everything around them, not missing any corner that might be dangerous.

"Do you know why this hostage is so important?" Stonebridge asked curiously as he moved forward vigilantly.

"This is confidential." Colonel Coltrane answered briefly and crisply, his eyes revealing unquestionable majesty. He glanced around, always paying attention to the actions of the team members and the movements around them.

The team temporarily separated and began to investigate according to their respective tasks. Long Zhan and Nuo Wen were in charge of the underground floor. When they walked into the underground floor carefully, they were shocked by the scene in front of them. They saw two people hanging upside down from the ceiling, with a big cut on their necks. Blood was dripping like beads from a broken string, gathering on the ground into a shocking pool of blood. The bodies of the two people were motionless and had long since lost their breath.

This is an extremely cruel way of killing, which shows how brutal and cold-blooded the mafia here is. "Oh my God, these guys are just crazy." Nowen couldn't help but gasp when he saw the two horrible bodies, his face full of shock and anger. His hands trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with hatred for the mafia.

"Fakmi, they are not cold yet, their bodies are still soft." Long Zhan cursed while squatting down and carefully searching the bodies. Soon, he found a document from one of the bodies, which clearly recorded the man's identity. "Matteo Ricci, a reporter from Reuters, how could a reporter appear here?" Long Zhan frowned, full of doubts. He stood up, his eyes revealing contemplation, trying to find some clues from this clue. (End of this chapter)