The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"We rescue the hostages, clean up each floor, and find the biological weapons. It's that simple. Any problems?" Stonebridge said simply. He patted Long Zhan on the shoulder, signaling him not to worry.

"No!" Sergei said from the side, his eyes revealing determination, and he held the gun tightly in his hand.

"I do have a question. After we left, how did Colonel Coltrane teach you a lesson? Haha." Long Zhan joked humorously, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Stonebridge raised his eyebrows and said, "He wants me to be an officer."

"Oh, this is good news. Congratulations." Long Zhan said with a smile, with a hint of envy on his face.

"Let's get started. It's time to work." Stonebridge pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and made a crisp "click" sound. He took the lead and walked towards the door, his steps firm and powerful.

"This is a shitty tactic." Long Zhan shook his head helplessly, thinking that there were only five little Karamis, so the risk factor should not be great, so he didn't say anything more. He and Sergei followed up, and the three of them formed a triangle formation and slowly approached the door of the laboratory. Their figures were stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, like three sharp blades about to pierce the enemy's heart.

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In a hidden building on the edge of the city, there is a heavily guarded laboratory. It is shrouded in a strong sense of mystery, surrounded by towering walls and armed security personnel, as if silently declaring its importance and inviolability. However, this seemingly impregnable defense line failed to resist the covetousness of a group of uninvited guests.

The gangster Victor was a burly man with a face full of flesh, and every muscle seemed to contain endless violence. His eyes often flashed with ferocity and greed, and the striking scar on his forehead looked particularly hideous under the light, adding a bit of deterrence to his already frightening face. At this moment, he led his men into this forbidden area like a wolf.

Inside the laboratory, pale white lights sprinkled coldly in every corner, and various precision instruments emitted low humming sounds, mixed with the pungent smell of chemicals in the air, creating a depressing and weird atmosphere. After receiving guidance from an expert, Victor could not wait to lock his target on the combination lock in the core area of ​​the laboratory. He personally disassembled the combination lock roughly and connected it to the cracking program.

His fingers tapped frantically on the keyboard, each stroke filled with endless eagerness and desire. His eyes were fixed on the screen, and that look seemed to be able to burn a hole in the screen. "Damn, why is it so slow!" He cursed in a low voice, the veins on his forehead popped up, and sweat oozed out of his forehead uncontrollably, dripping onto the ground in large drops, soaking a small area of ​​the ground. Time seemed to become extremely long, and every second seemed to be tormenting Victor's patience. Finally, a line of eye-catching green numbers appeared on the screen - the password was successfully cracked.

"Haha, finally done!" Victor excitedly shouted to the sky, his laughter full of pride and arrogance. He kicked the chair that was in the way, and the chair flew out and hit the instrument next to it with a "clang", making a harsh sound. Then, he led his men into the core area of ​​the laboratory like a tide. It was filled with various strange-shaped instruments with unknown uses, as well as sealed jars, which contained the biochemical virus that Victor had always dreamed of.

At the same time, the hall outside the laboratory was dead silent. Robert, a white-haired researcher, was hunched over and full of wrinkles. His eyes were full of vicissitudes and wisdom. At this moment, his hands were trembling slightly, and he secretly took out his cell phone from his pocket. His fingers were also shaking uncontrollably, and he finally pressed the alarm. His lips moved slightly, and he kept muttering, "We can't let these lunatics succeed..." Although his voice was weak, it was full of determination.

However, his subtle movement was still discovered by a sharp-eyed gangster. "What are you doing!" The gangster rushed over like an angry bull, roaring at the top of his voice. He was so fast that he created a gust of wind, blowing the documents and papers around him. Then, he kicked Robert hard, and Robert's thin body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground. The mobile phone also flew out under the huge impact, and fell to the ground with a "snap" sound, breaking into several pieces.

The gangster strode forward and stomped hard on Robert's head with his foot, pressing his face to the cold, hard ground. With his other hand, he held a gun to his forehead and yelled at the top of his lungs: "What do you want to do? You want to die? You want to call the police?" Robert struggled and wanted to say something, but his throat was squeezed tightly by the ground and he could only make weak, inarticulate sounds.

"Since they won't listen, then never mind, just kill them all." Another gangster was even more brutal, with a hideous smile on his face, that smile seemed to come from the devil of hell. Knowing that the boss had entered the laboratory to get the things, he gave the order to kill all the hostages without hesitation. When the hostages in the hall heard this, they were so scared that their faces turned pale as paper. Some of them began to cry softly, and their tears could not stop flowing; some of them had their legs softened, collapsed to the ground, and trembled all over.

At this critical moment, Long Zhan and his three companions arrived like a god descending from the sky. Long Zhan was tall and strong, like a towering mountain, exuding a reassuring aura. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through all darkness and evil. At this moment, he held a sniper rifle firmly in his hand, and quickly found a shooting position with agile movements. His breathing was steady and even, and every breath seemed to be accumulating strength. Sergei and Stonebich followed closely behind, their faces also full of vigilance and murderous intent, and their weapons were already ready.

"Pah." Two crisp gunshots instantly broke the extremely tense atmosphere. The tempered glass outside shattered, and the glass fragments fell like snowflakes. The bullet passed through the glass at a very fast speed and accurately hit the head of the gangster who was stepping on the researcher and preparing to shoot and kill. The gangster's body fell straight down like a puppet with its bones and muscles pulled out. Blood gushed out from his head and quickly spread on the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

"Kill them!" Long Zhan shouted, his voice as loud as a bell, echoing in the hall for a long time. Sergei and Stonebich also opened fire, "Pah, pah..." A burst of rapid and dense gunfire rang out, and bullets shuttled through the air, carrying the breath of death. Under the concentrated fire attack of Long Zhan, Stonebich and Sergei, four drug dealers were killed on the spot, and the remaining one ran into the laboratory in a panic. "One ran away and went inside." Stonebich shouted, his eyes full of firmness and determination, as if telling himself that he must not let this enemy escape. He chased after him carefully, his steps were very light, and he made almost no sound. His eyes were like searchlights, constantly scanning everything around him, not missing any corners and gaps where the enemy might hide. He held the gun tightly in his hand, his finger gently on the trigger, ready to deal with possible dangers at any time.

Victor, who was taking something out of the lab, heard the gunshot and was startled, realizing that something had happened outside. His heartbeat suddenly quickened, and the sweat on his forehead kept flowing down like a flood, dripping onto the jar in his hand. The biological and chemical viruses were stored in these jars, and if they broke, they would leak out, which would be an unimaginable disaster. He had to take them out carefully and put them in a safe enough box. Otherwise, Victor didn't bring any protective equipment, and if they leaked, he would have no choice but to die.

"What's going on outside? Report to me immediately." Victor took out his radio and said anxiously. His voice trembled slightly due to nervousness, and it echoed in the empty laboratory. However, most of the brothers outside were dead, and the remaining one was running for his life in a hurry. No one responded to him at all.

"Repeat, report the situation immediately." Victor asked again, his tone more urgent than before, almost roaring. His voice sounded particularly harsh over the radio, but the only response he got was dead silence.

Stonebridge had already chased into the laboratory. There were many rooms here, and a corridor stretched straight forward, seemingly endless. The dim lights flickered in the corridor, as if they would go out at any time. The shadows on the walls, under the light, looked like monsters with bared fangs and claws. Stonebridge's nerves were extremely tense, and he took every step with extreme caution, as if a deadly trap would be triggered at any time. His eyes kept scanning everything around him, not missing any details. He knew that if he was not careful, he might be ambushed by the enemy and his life would be in danger.

At this time, Norman also drove over. She was agile, quick, and her eyes revealed a tenacity and decisiveness. She chased into the corridor without hesitation, and started to check the room with Stonebridge. Every time she pushed open a door, Norman's heartbeat would speed up. She didn't know what would appear behind the door. Was it a hidden enemy, an innocent victim, or an unknown danger? Everything was unknown.

When Nowen finished checking a room and pushed open the door to come out, the door to the right was suddenly knocked open with a bang, and a man ran out. Nowen, who was in a state of high tension, thought that the man who came out was a gangster, and shot him without thinking.

"Bang." A dull gunshot broke the silence in the corridor. The bullet hit the heart with great force, and the man fell straight down. Nowen looked closely and found that the person who fell down was not a gangster, but a woman in a white research coat, obviously a researcher in this laboratory. The woman's eyes were wide open, full of fear and unwillingness. She was still holding a notebook tightly in her hand, as if recording something important. The handwriting on the notebook was not dry yet, and the ink spread on the paper, as if it was the last trace of her life.

Nowen was stunned for a moment, her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, her heart was filled with regret and self-blame. Her eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, as if she had fallen into an endless dark abyss. However, she didn't have time to think about it, because she caught a glimpse of someone coming out from the other side, so she could only turn the gun again and shoot again. This time, the one who fell was the militant wearing black combat uniform who had just escaped by chance. The militant's body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, which looked particularly abrupt in the silent corridor.

"What's going on?" Stonebridge suddenly jumped out of the room and saw two bodies lying on the left and right sides of the corridor, one of which was a researcher. He couldn't help but say "Fuck". He didn't know that it was Nowen who accidentally injured him, and thought it was a gangster who shot and killed the gangster.

Norwen's mind was buzzing for a moment. Looking at the researcher lying on the ground, she had a lot of thoughts. She wanted to explain but was afraid. All kinds of hesitant and complicated emotions were surging in her heart. Her lips trembled slightly. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say a word. Her throat seemed to be choked by something.

"Are you okay?" Stonebridge asked with concern when he saw that Norman was in a bad mood. His eyes were full of worry as he looked at Norman, as if he was waiting for her answer, hoping to get some comfort from her answer.

"It's okay." Norwen swallowed a few times to make her extremely dry throat feel a little better, then shook her head and said. Her voice was low and a little hoarse, as if it came from deep in her throat.

"OK!" Stonebridge didn't ask any more questions. The battle was not over yet, so he immediately said, "Mike must have gone upstairs. We have to hurry." After that, he turned around and walked forward, his steps quick and firm.

But Norman was still staring at the woman in a daze. Killing civilians made her feel very uncomfortable. She was even more afraid! This was against the law. Once her superiors knew about it, she would be in great trouble. Her eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, as if she had fallen into an endless abyss and could not find a way out.

Stonebridge took several steps forward, but didn't see Norman catching up with him. He urged loudly, "Norman, hurry up."

"Got it, coming." Norwen knew she couldn't just sit there and do nothing, so she forced herself not to think about it and chased after him with her gun in hand. Her steps were a little heavy, and the burden in her heart was getting heavier and heavier. Every step she took was like dragging a thousand-pound burden. (End of this chapter)