The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chhetri placed the computer on the table next to him and operated it. The table was made of metal and reflected a cold light under the light. "The driver's name is Jovan Nissani. His main job is to be a problem solver for the Demachi crime family. This is the leader of the family, Ito Demachi, his son and his wife." Chhetri explained while pointing to the computer screen, which had a series of high-definition pictures. The people in the pictures had cold expressions and fierce eyes, as if telling their legendary experiences in the underworld.

"We have seen this man before, the one who went to the lab to get something." Long Zhan said, his voice deep and powerful, breaking the brief silence in the ward. Long Zhan was tall and strong, with a faint scar on his face, which was a mark left by countless battles, adding to his majesty.

"For a gangster boss, this is too much for him to do personally." Stonebridge teased, with a slight smile on his face. Stonebridge was thin, but his eyes were extremely sharp, like a cunning fox.

"The Albanian Black Party is divided into various families, and the Demachi family is at the bottom of the food chain, which means that the virus weapons may be worth millions on the black market." Chettri said. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, stared at the computer screen intently, and his fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, making a crisp sound.

"Are you sure the driver's identity is correct?" Colonel Coltrane asked. Colonel Coltrane was wearing a neat military uniform, with stars on his shoulder straps shining. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through everything.

“I checked the files for nearly twenty years, and they were all minor crimes, nothing special,” Chhetri said, his tone showing a hint of confidence but also a hint of uncertainty.

"Investigate further and find out. We took him across the border out of Kosovo for a purpose. He may be our best clue to recover the virus." Colonel Kechuan ordered. His voice was firm and powerful, leaving no room for doubt, as if he was commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield.

"Yes, sir!" replied Chettri. He immediately plunged into the intense search work. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his fingers jumped rapidly on the keyboard, and the data on the screen kept flashing.

"Wait, how dangerous is it to get something back? You know, from a little troublesome to a big fuck." Sergei asked speechlessly, his face full of worry, waving his hands in the air, as if trying to express his inner anxiety.

"Marburg virus is one of the most deadly pathogens known to date. There is no treatment, no vaccine, your body will go into shock, you will die of internal bleeding, and if this strain has been edited..." Chhetri's voice became more and more serious, as if he was telling a horror story. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was frightened by what he said.

"Okay, we have an idea." The more Chettri talked, the more suspicious the matter became. Novin had to interrupt Chettri and said, "This is terrible news. We have to get it back." Novin's eyes were firm and resolute. He clenched his fists, as if he was ready to face the challenge.

Tracking under the mask

"Sir, the driver's phone has been cracked. There will be a meeting in the San Marco district in Venice tomorrow, but the exact location is unknown. However, I am tracking all possible methods of communication of De Marchi." Chettri stood straight, his face showing excitement and fatigue of finally making a breakthrough. Fine beads of sweat on his forehead sparkled under the light, but his eyes were full of determination and concentration as he reported this key information to his superior.

At this critical moment, Chhetri seemed to have finally found a ray of light after groping in the dark for a long time, and successfully found a way to break the deadlock. In order to crack the phone, he had almost no sleep in the past few days, and his eyes were bloodshot, but at this moment, he was refreshed by this important discovery.

"Any speculation? They want to sell the virus?" Stonebridge frowned, his eyes revealing deep worry. Once the virus flows into the market, the consequences will be disastrous, which makes his expression particularly solemn.

"Go over there and keep an eye on them first, and try to find the cause." Colonel Kechuan had a stern face and an unquestionable majesty in his eyes, and he gave the order decisively. He knew very well that this mission was difficult, and every decision was related to the safety of countless people.

"Are we going to Venice? Not bad." Sergei's eyes were shining with anticipation, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He was excited about going to Venice, a city full of mystery, as if he was about to embark on a wonderful adventure.

"A good place to get shot." Long Zhan said teasingly with an unruly smile on his face, but hidden under that smile was a vigilance against unknown dangers. He knew that a fierce battle might be waiting for them in Venice.

"Confirm the identities of the participants and find out where they hide the virus. I'll stay here and watch. If the driver wakes up, we can get better intelligence. Let's get going now." Colonel Kechuan arranged the tasks in an orderly manner. His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to echo in the air, carrying a reassuring power.

"Got it!" Everyone responded in unison, their voices firm and loud, full of a sense of mission. After receiving the order, everyone left one after another, moving quickly and orderly, each preparing for the upcoming action.

"Lance Corporal, is everything okay?" Colonel Coltrane walked over to Nowen, who was packing his backpack, and asked with concern. There was a trace of worry in his eyes. During the time when Nowen came back, although Nowen didn't say anything, his sharp eyes like an eagle still noticed that Nowen was different. Compared with the past, Nowen seemed to be shrouded in a faint haze, and there was an indescribable change. It was just that Colonel Coltrane had no way of knowing what happened, and this unknown made him feel a little uneasy.

"Of course, boss, I'm fine, I'm concentrating on the mission, what about you?" Nowen raised his head, a seemingly relaxed smile on his face, and put on his backpack, his movements were smooth and natural, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong. But the smile did not reach his eyes, and the flash of loneliness was still caught by Colonel Kechuan.

"Me too, but if you need to talk, feel free to come find me." Colonel Coltrane patted Norman on the shoulder, implying that he wanted Norman to know that he would always be his solid backer. "Thank you, sir." Norman's expression froze slightly, but he quickly restrained it, turned around and walked straight to the door. His steps were steady, but his back was a little lonely, as if he was carrying a heavy heart.

Colonel Coltrane did not say anything else. He turned his gaze to the computer screen and stared at Jovan's personal information. The cold light of the screen reflected on his face, outlining his serious and focused profile. Every word in the information could be the key to solving the mystery, and he must not miss any details.

……

Italy.

Venice.

This world-famous water city is like a bright pearl inlaid on the blue waves of the Adriatic Sea. The sun shines on the winding and interlaced river, sparkling and glittering with golden light. The ancient buildings are arranged in a staggered manner on both sides of the river. The mottled walls tell the vicissitudes of time. The Gothic, Baroque and other styles of buildings blend with each other, forming a unique and charming picture. On the river, gondolas shuttle lightly, and the boatman on the bow wears a traditional straw hat and paddles skillfully. Occasionally, a few melodious songs can be heard, floating leisurely on the water.

As a world-famous tourist destination, Venice is bustling with tourists. Looking down any street, you can see people coming and going. People of different skin colors and languages ​​gather here, taking pictures with their cameras, or strolling leisurely in the streets, enjoying the unique style of this city. The air is filled with the aroma of coffee, the fragrance of freshly baked bread, and the faint smell of sea water, interweaving into a unique taste of Venice.

Stonebridge and Chhetri formed a team and walked a little ahead. Stonebridge was tall and strong, and walked with a steady and powerful pace. He had sharp eyes and was always vigilantly observing everything around him, not letting go of any suspicious points. Chhetri was a little thin, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and his eyes were full of intelligence and alertness. They were all dressed in casual clothes, blending into the crowd, looking like ordinary tourists. Stonebridge wore a loose white short-sleeved shirt, paired with dark blue jeans, and a thin jacket casually tied around his waist, looking very casual. Chhetri wore a light blue polo shirt, beige casual pants, and carried a small camera bag. From time to time, he took out his camera and pretended to take pictures, but in fact he was observing the situation around him.

Long Zhan and Nuo Wen followed behind. Long Zhan had neat short hair and bronze skin that exuded a healthy glow. His eyes were deep and firm, as if he could see through everything. Nuo Wen was tall and slender, with a stern face, and a hint of complex emotions occasionally flashed in his eyes. Long Zhan wore a black vest, revealing his strong arms, on which were faintly visible a few faint scars, which were the testimony of his past experiences. He matched his lower body with a pair of black work shorts and a pair of black sneakers, looking full of energy and capable. Nuo Wen wore a gray hooded sweatshirt with the hat half covering his face. He wore black sweatpants and a black backpack, and the whole person looked a little mysterious.

At the end were Sergey and Shakova. Sergey was sturdy, with short blond hair that shone in the sun, and a bright smile on his face, giving people a sunny and cheerful feeling. Shakova was tall, with long brown hair casually tied behind her head. Her eyes were gentle and firm, revealing the delicacy and tenacity of a woman. Sergey wore a bright red short-sleeved shirt, white shorts, and a pair of sunglasses around his neck, looking like a tourist on vacation. Shakova wore a light blue dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, and she held a small handbag in her hand, looking elegant and charming.

The three groups consisted of both men and women, all wearing casual clothes and looking like ordinary tourists.

Seeing the streets full of tourists and NPCs wearing masks and carrying out some kind of activities, Stonebridge frowned habitually and complained: "It would be really troublesome to do facial recognition here." His voice was low and powerful, and was still clearly audible in the noisy crowd.

"I bet that's why they arranged the meeting here. Everyone is wearing a mask, and it's like looking for a needle in a haystack to find someone." Nowen frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he agreed softly. His voice was a little tired. The continuous running and high mental tension made him a little overwhelmed, but he still forced himself to concentrate on the task.

"Okay, let's search separately. Standard reconnaissance status. Pay attention to backpacks and packages, and any suspicious behavior." Stonebridge gave the order with a serious expression and firmness and decisiveness in his eyes. His voice was like an order, echoing in the air. Everyone immediately understood and started to act.

Following Stonebridge's arrangement, the three groups dispersed and went their separate ways.

"There's a guy wearing a fox mask in front of me, which is definitely suspicious under normal circumstances." Sergei joked on the radio, his voice was relaxed and humorous, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. At this moment, he was walking in a narrow alley, and the walls around him were covered with various colorful masks, swaying gently in the breeze, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching him.

"Is that him? Ito Demachi." When Stonebich heard Sergei's words, his heart tightened and his eyes became sharp instantly. He quickly scanned the crowd around him, not missing any details. Suddenly, he saw a familiar back, and his heart was shocked. He immediately strode over to grab the person. His movements were swift and agile, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

As a result, he rushed over to pull the person over, only to find that it was not the person he was looking for, but a passerby who looked confused and didn't understand what was going on. The passerby stared at Stonebridge with wide eyes, muttering incomprehensible Italian, waving his hands in the air, trying to break free from Stonebridge's hand.

"It's not him." Stonebridge was full of annoyance, gritted his teeth, and his face was full of disappointment and anger. He let go of the passerby's hand, smiled apologetically, and continued to move forward. His steps were hurried and heavy, and his anxiety was getting deeper and deeper. Time passed by, but they had no clue.

"Sorry, man, he mistook you for someone else." Chhetri, who was following behind, hurried over and apologized to the passerby, cleaning up Stonebridge's mess. Chhetri apologized and explained to the passerby in fluent Italian. The passerby gradually let down his guard, glared at Stonebridge with dissatisfaction, and turned away. (End of this chapter)