The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Commander-in-chief, we really need information about the driver." Stonebridge became more and more annoyed as he searched, and his frustration grew stronger and stronger. He could only ask Colonel Coltrane for help. His voice was filled with anxiety and helplessness, echoing in the radio. At this moment, he was standing on an ancient stone bridge, looking at the endless stream of gondolas and the people coming and going under the bridge, feeling lost.

"I really don't want to do that. Give me some time." Colonel Coltrane sat next to Jovan, frowning, his face full of entanglement and struggle. He held a syringe and a small bottle of medicine in his hand, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. There was a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but in order to obtain intelligence, he had no choice.

Then he inserted the needle into one end of the infusion tube and pushed all the medicine in the needle in. The medicine slowly flowed into Jovan's body, as if time had stopped. Colonel Coltrane stared at Jovan nervously, waiting for his reaction.

As soon as the potion entered Jovan's body, he immediately had an obvious reaction. He opened his eyelids and woke up suddenly. His eyes were full of fear and confusion, like a frightened beast. But he was tied to the bed, and his upper body fell down again. His body struggled violently and groaned in pain.

"Good morning," Colonel Coltrane said, greeting him, trying to keep his voice calm. "Nice to meet you. Tell me about Venice and this meeting." He stared at Jovan, trying to find a clue from his expression.

Jovan was still a little confused, with confusion and doubt in his eyes. After recalling for a while, he immediately lifted up his clothes and looked at his chest. Seeing the place where he was injured before he fell into a coma, he seemed to understand, but did not speak immediately. His eyes flickered, and he was weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

"Do you know who I am?" Colonel Coltrane asked in a deep, powerful voice with a sense of oppression.

"You are the one who shot me." Jovan replied with a frown on his face full of anger and resentment. His voice was hoarse and full of hostility.

"No, before that," Colonel Coltrane said, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"I served in the Balkans as a lieutenant, first in the United Nations Protection Force and later in the NATO peacekeeping force in Kizilsu Kurzawa," Colonel Coltrane introduced himself with a hint of pride in his voice. That experience was an indelible memory in his life.

"Sorry, I don't know." Jovan said stubbornly, his eyes revealing disdain and stubbornness. He turned his head away, not wanting to look at Colonel Coltrane again.

"How can a Serbian work for the Albanian Mafia?" Colonel Coltrane asked with a frown and deep confusion in his eyes. He couldn't understand why a Serbian would collude with the Albanian Mafia.

"The world is unpredictable, there are always accidents." Jovan turned his head to the other side, his voice was low, as if he was expressing his helplessness. There was a trace of pain in his eyes, and that experience might be a past that he could not bear to look back on.

"Tell me about the meeting with Willis," Colonel Coltrane asked sternly, his eyes revealing unquestionable authority. He leaned forward, closer to Jovan, trying to put more pressure on him.

"I haven't heard of this." Jovan was still playing dumb, pretending to be innocent. His eyes were evasive, and he didn't dare to look directly into Colonel Coltrane's eyes.

"It's on your phone, San Marco, today." Colonel Coltrane ruthlessly exposed him, with a hint of anger in his eyes. He took out Jovan's phone and shook it in front of Jovan. The evidence was irrefutable, so let's see how he could quibble.

"Maybe I chose to forget it." Jovan still had a stubborn face, with a mocking smile on his face. There was a hint of provocation in his voice, as if he was challenging Colonel Coltrane's patience.

"It hurts~" Colonel Coltrane suddenly stood up, his movements were so fast and powerful that Jovan was shocked. He came to the head of Jovan's bed, his expression as serious as the sky before a storm, "Have you also chosen to forget Branko Hajnovich?" His voice was low and cold, as if it came from hell.

"I don't know who you're talking about." Jovan tried to fool around, his eyes showing panic. He struggled to sit up, but he was tied to the bed and couldn't move.

However, seeing that the literary method was not working, Colonel Coltrane could only resort to violence. He was too lazy to talk to Jovan and just pressed on his wound. His hand pressed hard on the wound, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on Jovan.

"Ah~~" The wound was pressed hard, causing Jovan to scream in pain. His voice was sharp and miserable, echoing in the ward. He screamed and struggled, "No, no, I'm not the one you're looking for, let go, please, don't do this to me." His face was full of pain, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Colonel Coltrane did not let go easily, and continued to ravage her for a long time before stopping. His hands were shaking slightly, and the anger in his heart had not yet subsided.

Jovan was sweating profusely from the pain and quickly lifted his clothes to find that the wound that had just stopped bleeding was torn, and the blood had dyed the bandage red. The blood flowed down his body and dripped onto the white sheets, forming shocking blood flowers.

"In Bosnia, in 1992, you were a captured Serbian officer. We reached an agreement that I would release you in exchange for key intelligence. We both wanted to find a way to stop the atrocities that were happening. However, two weeks later, in the Drina Valley, you participated in a massacre of all the adult men in an entire village, all the boys, and they were just children." Colonel Coltrane's face was full of anger, his eyes were red, as if they were about to spit fire, and he wished he could shoot Jovan. His voice was trembling, and every word was full of pain and anger. That memory was a nightmare for him.

"No, that's not me." Jovan tried to argue, his voice trembling. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, but he still refused to admit it.

Colonel Coltrane rushed over and grabbed his head, tilted his head to the right to reveal his ear and said, "The scar behind your ear is consistent with facial reconstructive surgery." His eyes were firm, and with the evidence before him, he firmly believed that he had not recognized the wrong person. "Ahahahaha." Jovan laughed like a lunatic, and said with a bit of sarcasm, "You really hope that I am that person, right? Why? For revenge, or inner peace, wishes are not equal to facts. But Venice, maybe I can help you, as long as you promise to let me go." His laughter echoed in the ward, full of weirdness and sarcasm. He tried to seize this last chance to fight for a way out for himself.

Jovan realized that it was difficult to fool Colonel Coltrane, and if he continued like this, he would lose his life, so he could only change his words to get a chance. His eyes revealed a desire to survive, and he stared at Colonel Coltrane closely.

"That's impossible." Colonel Coltrane refused without a second thought, his eyes revealing determination. He could not let this demon who participated in the massacre go, and justice must be served.

"This is the only option. Look, the police are outside. Do you want me to spend the rest of my life in jail? Thank you. No thanks. Don't hesitate. You know how important this information is to you, Colonel." Jovan hit the pain point of Colonel Coltrane, and he really didn't have time to waste. There was a hint of threat and temptation in his voice, trying to convince Colonel Coltrane.

He had no choice but to agree to Jovan's conditions, used the key to unlock the handcuffs on Jovan's hands, helped Jovan sit up, and said seriously: "You can tell me now." Colonel Kechuan's eyes showed helplessness and unwillingness, but in order to obtain intelligence, he could only compromise temporarily.

In order to survive, Jovan did not dare to resort to trickery in this situation. He took a deep breath and began to talk about the meeting in Venice.

……

In that city shrouded in gloom and tension, every street was like a maze hiding countless secrets. Colonel Coltrane finally got the key intelligence from Jovan, and he was extremely anxious, as if countless eyes were watching him from behind, and every second was extremely precious. He knew the importance of this intelligence, which was related to the success or failure of the entire operation and the fate of countless people. Therefore, as soon as he got the intelligence, he fed the information back to the action team as quickly as possible.

Knowing that the meeting place was on the third floor of the President Hotel and the time was three o'clock in the afternoon, Long Zhan subconsciously looked at his watch. The hour hand was already approaching two o'clock. The beating of the second hand seemed like the countdown bell, and each beat struck everyone's heart heavily.

"Time is running out, we must act now!" Long Zhan's voice was deep and powerful, revealing an unquestionable firmness. Everyone moved quickly, their steps hurried and hurried, like soldiers rushing to the battlefield.

Seeing that there was not much time left, everyone rushed to Kavi Street at the fastest speed like an arrow from a bow. On the street, vehicles were constantly flowing and pedestrians were passing by in a hurry, but they had no time to care about all this. Everyone prayed silently in their hearts that as long as there were no other accidents on the road, they would be able to arrive at the location before three o'clock, and set up surveillance and other means in time to successfully complete this arduous task.

At this time, in a hospital ward, the atmosphere was so strange that it was suffocating. The white walls looked particularly cold under the dim light. Colonel Kechuan stood by the bed with a serious expression, giving orders to the communication equipment: "Stay in position and keep monitoring, identify the subject's information..."

"Bang, clatter."

A sudden loud noise broke the brief silence in the ward. Jovan, who was sitting on the bed, looked sick, but suddenly jumped up, his eyes wide open, full of madness and determination. His movements were as fast as lightning. He reached out and grabbed the glass bottle of infusion next to him, and smashed it on Colonel Coltrane's head with all his strength.

"Fuck!" Colonel Coltrane had never expected that Jovan would suddenly attack, and was a little dazed by the blow. The sound of the glass bottle breaking echoed in the ward, and the glass shards flew everywhere, and blood instantly oozed from Colonel Coltrane's forehead. Fortunately, he was a veteran of the battlefield and had a very fast reaction speed. At this critical moment, he immediately grabbed the infusion pole standing on the ground next to him and hit it with his backhand, barely blocking Jovan's attack and interrupting Jovan's subsequent attack.

But this is just the beginning.

Jovan was like a wild animal trapped in despair, completely losing his mind. He casually pulled off the monitoring electrode wire on his hand, and when the wire was pulled off, a small piece of skin was exposed, and blood oozed out, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He exerted force from behind and strangled Colonel Kechuan's neck with the electrode wire. Colonel Kechuan was strangled to the point of difficulty breathing, and his face was flushed. He struggled desperately, pushing his feet hard on the ground, trying to get rid of Jovan's control. The two wrestled in the ward, and the surrounding medical equipment was knocked over and over, making a harsh sound.

There was a fight in the room, and the two policemen guarding outside also got into trouble at the same time.

In the hospital corridor, the lights were dim and the smell of disinfectant filled the air. Three men in suits holding flowers walked into the hospital. Their steps seemed leisurely, but there was an inexplicable weirdness. When they saw the two policemen guarding the door of the ward, their eyes instantly became cold and fierce, and they pulled out their pistols and shot without any hesitation.

"Clap clap clap."

A few crisp gunshots were particularly piercing in the silent corridor. The sound was like the sentence of death. The two policemen outside the door were hit by bullets before they could even react. Blood splattered. With expressions of shock and unwillingness on their faces, they fell straight into a pool of blood and became two cold corpses.

The leading man in a suit had a cold smile on his face. He waved his hand, signaling the other two to attack with him. The action was concise and decisive, as if he had a clear idea of ​​what was happening.

At this time, the house was still in a fierce battle. After a fierce fight, Colonel Coltrane gradually gained the upper hand with his rich combat experience and tenacious will. However, the injured Jovan quickly lost strength, and his physical strength was quickly exhausted in this crazy fight. Colonel Coltrane seized the opportunity and hit Jovan hard in the heart. Jovan felt as if his chest was hit by a heavy hammer, and the whole person instantly collapsed and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Colonel Coltrane was startled when he heard the gunshots outside the door. He knew the situation was not good, so he did not continue to kill Jovan, but quickly hid behind the door. He pressed tightly against the wall, his heart beating violently in his chest, his eyes fixed on the door, holding the weapon he had taken from Jovan tightly in his hand, ready to deal with unknown dangers at any time. (End of this chapter)