The film starts with the Navy SEALs

really.

A man in a suit pushed the door open, moving cautiously. He quickly scanned the room and saw Jovan lying on the ground, with a flash of determination in his eyes. Without thinking, he turned the gun and shot Jovan.

"Ah~"

Jovan was shot in the stomach, and the piercing pain made his body arch up instantly. His face turned pale in pain, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. He groaned in pain, which looked particularly miserable in this cold ward.

Just as the man in the suit was about to fire again, Colonel Coltrane, who was hiding behind him, seized the opportunity and rushed out like a cheetah. He grabbed the man in the suit's head from behind and twisted it with both hands. With a crisp "crack", the man's neck was broken and his body fell limply.

Jovan is completely ruined.

He hadn't recovered from the bullet wound in his chest yet. He had been awakened by an injection, which was a form of physical exhaustion. Now he had been shot in the stomach again. The combined pains made him feel as if he was in hell. He could only lie weakly on the ground, his eyes filled with fear and despair, his life slipping away quickly.

Colonel Coltrane picked up the dead man's pistol and immediately hid behind the cabinet, pointing the gun at the door. His eyes were firm and alert. If anyone came in, he would shoot them without hesitation. At this moment, he was like a beast trapped in a cage. Although he was in a dangerous situation, he still maintained a strong fighting power and vigilance.

The people outside the house are not fools either.

Hearing something was not right inside the room, they did not rush in rashly. The two men in suits slowly moved to the door, moving cautiously and taking every step very carefully. They tried to slowly push the door open, but they did not know that the door was one-way transparent. They could not see what was going on inside from the outside, but they could clearly see outside from the inside.

Seeing two more men in suits approaching, Colonel Coltrane in the house judged that they were all enemies. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he pulled out his gun and shot outside without thinking.

"Clap clap."

After two consecutive shots, the glass on the door shattered and glass fragments flew everywhere. One of the men in suits seemed to be shot. He screamed in pain and his body shook. However, they did not fall down. Both of them were frightened by the sudden gunshot and quickly fled from the door.

"Save me, please, save me." Jovan felt his life slipping away quickly, and his heart was filled with fear. He had to beg Colonel Coltrane, his voice weak and trembling, "I didn't tell you everything I know, you don't know what he planned today." His eyes were full of pleading, as if at this moment, he really realized how dangerous his situation was.

Colonel Coltrane glanced at Jovan, his eyes were complicated and hard to read. He didn't say anything, but just stared at the door and held the gun tighter. He knew that this battle was far from over, and every second that followed would be full of unknowns and dangers...

The ward was filled with a pungent smell of blood and gunpowder, mixed with the smell of disinfectant, which made people want to vomit. Colonel Coltrane hid behind the cabinet, not daring to breathe, staring at the door, and trying to catch every movement outside. His heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent room, like a rapid war drum beating on his nerves.

Jovan lay on the ground, groaning in pain, his body trembling slightly with every breath, and every breath seemed to pull at the wounds on his body, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes empty and confused, and he kept saying incoherently: "Save...save me...I'm still...useful..." He seemed to still hold on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that Colonel Coltrane would save his life because he still had information.

Outside the door, two men in suits hid in the corner, whispering about countermeasures. Their faces were gloomy, and they obviously didn't expect things to develop into what they are now. They originally thought it was just a simple operation to silence people, but they didn't expect to encounter a tough guy like Colonel Coltrane.

"What should we do? The guy inside is difficult to deal with." One of the men in suits frowned and said in a low voice.

“What else can we do? We have to rush in and kill them all, otherwise we won’t be able to report to our superiors.” The leading man in a suit gritted his teeth and said viciously.

The two were silent for a moment, then slowly began to approach the door. Their footsteps were very light, making almost no sound, but Colonel Coltrane was still keenly aware of their actions. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and posture, opened the safety of the pistol, and gently placed his finger on the trigger, ready to meet the enemy's attack at any time.

Just as the two men in suits were about to approach the door, Colonel Coltrane suddenly rushed out from behind the closet and fired at the door. The bullets hit the door, making a "bang bang" sound, and sawdust flew. The two men in suits were so scared that they quickly retreated and hid at the other end of the corridor.

"Damn, this guy is so cruel!" said a man in a suit with lingering fear.

"Don't panic, we will attack from both sides. He can only take care of this side, but not the other side." The leading man in a suit said calmly. After that, the two of them approached the ward carefully from both ends of the corridor. Colonel Kechuan heard their footsteps in the room, and he knew he had to come up with a response plan as soon as possible. He glanced across the room and saw the IV stand and some medical equipment on the ground, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

Colonel Kechuan quickly pushed down the IV stand, and then used a bed sheet to tie the IV stand and some medical equipment together to make a simple barrier. He pushed the barrier to the door, blocking part of the line of sight and attack range. Then, he hid behind the barrier and waited for the enemy to arrive.

The two men in suits finally approached the door. They looked at each other, then attacked at the same time and pushed the door open. However, what greeted them was not a barrage of bullets, but a fire extinguisher suddenly thrown by Colonel Coltrane. The fire extinguisher hit one of the men in suits and knocked him to the ground. Colonel Coltrane took the opportunity to rush out from behind the obstacle and fired several shots at the other man in suit. The man in suit was unable to dodge and was hit by Colonel Coltrane. He fell to the ground and struggled in pain.

Colonel Coltrane did not give the other party a chance to breathe. He rushed over quickly, pointed his gun at the man in the suit who was lying on the ground, and asked loudly: "Who sent you? How many people are there?"

The man in the suit looked at Colonel Coltrane with fear and despair in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, his head tilted, and he died.

Colonel Kechuan frowned, knowing that things were getting more and more complicated. He looked at Jovan, who was lying on the ground and was already dying, and hesitated. He didn't know whether he should believe Jovan's words. Jovan said that he had some information that he hadn't told them yet, and maybe this information could help them solve the mystery behind it, but saving Jovan at this moment would undoubtedly bring him more trouble and danger.

……

On the streets of the city, noise and prosperity interweave, and an indescribable atmosphere of tension permeates the busy traffic. Stonebridge and Chhetri, two agents with special missions, quietly came to the outside of the hotel. Their eyes were as sharp as hawks, and they quickly locked onto an excellent surveillance position opposite. Stonebridge narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a firmness in his eyes, and said in a low and powerful voice: "It's a commanding height, with a wide field of vision, which is convenient for us to control the overall situation. Let's go over there." Chhetri nodded slightly, without saying much, and the two sneaked towards the target location like ghosts.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, Long Zhan, Novin, Shakova and Sergei were also racing against time. Long Zhan walked in front, with a strong posture, each step was steady and powerful, and his eyes revealed an innate domineering and courage, as if announcing to the people around him that he was determined to succeed in this mission. Novin followed closely behind, he was burly, like a moving hill, every step he took was accompanied by a momentum that should not be underestimated, giving people a strong sense of security. Shakova was like an agile cheetah, her steps were light and flexible, her eyes were smart and alert, always paying attention to everything around her, not letting go of any possible danger. Sergei's face was grim, his hands were rubbing the weapon on his waist from time to time, as if waiting for an impending storm, his cold eyes seemed to be able to see through all the darkness.

Stonebridge and Chettri arrived at the building opposite smoothly. Chettri put down his backpack skillfully and took out a series of professional equipment from it, just like an experienced surgeon preparing for a delicate operation. He first took out a small but powerful surveillance bug and carefully checked each component of the equipment to ensure its normal operation. Then, he picked up a high-powered monocular telescope and quickly adjusted the focus and angle, his eyes revealing concentration and confidence. He knew that every piece of information he would obtain next might play a key role in the success or failure of the entire mission.

Stonebridge was assembling a sniper rifle. His hands were steady and skilled, and every part seemed to come alive in his hands, quickly and accurately putting them together. While assembling, he turned around and asked Chhetri, "Did you see anything?" His voice was low, but full of urgency. Chhetri stared at the hotel across the street with full concentration, and replied without turning his head, "Still looking, don't worry, such a big target can't get away."

Chhetri held the remote monitoring device tightly in his right hand, and placed the monocular telescope firmly on his eye with his left hand, observing the hotel opposite without blinking. His breathing became slow and even, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment. After a moment, he finally spoke: "At two o'clock, I did see the main target, and also the buyer. The buyer is a man in his thirties, wearing a pair of glasses and lame. His every move is very cautious, and he doesn't look like a simple character. There are two bodyguards around him, who seem to be very skilled and have been vigilantly observing the surroundings." While observing, Chhetri described the report in an orderly manner, not missing any details.

At this time, in the monitored hotel room, a tense transaction was quietly unfolding. The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that it made people breathless, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder. The gangster boss Mike sat on the sofa, his eyes revealing ferocity and hostility. He said coldly: "I want to see the performer, not the monkey." His voice was low and hoarse, like a thunder across the night sky, with endless deterrence.

"I represent Zaev," the lame man responded calmly. Although his voice was calm, it faintly revealed a momentum that should not be underestimated, as if he was announcing to Mike the power behind him.

"It's kind of humiliating that he doesn't come over himself." Mike slammed the table angrily, the muscles on his face twisted, obviously he was completely enraged, his eyes flashed with dangerous light, and it seemed that he would explode at any time.

"I heard a name, Zaev." Chettri keenly captured this key information and immediately relayed the monitored words to Stonebridge via radio.

"I think he might be the mastermind behind this." Stonebridge pondered for a moment and said his guess. His eyes became deeper, as if he was thinking about the next action plan, and his mind was quickly sorting out all the known clues.

Inside the hotel room, the transaction was still going on. "The advance payment has been transferred," the lame man said to Mike.

Mike turned on his phone and entered an encryption software. After a complex facial recognition, an interface popped up, clearly showing that 500,000 US dollars had been deposited into his account. Seeing the money, Mike's original angry expression disappeared instantly, replaced by a greedy smile at the corner of his mouth. In his eyes, money really seems to be omnipotent. As long as there is money, there is nothing that cannot be done.

"Where are my goods?" the lame man asked impatiently. There was a hint of urgency in his eyes, and it was obvious that he cared very much about the outcome of the transaction.

Mike gave a look to the younger brother next to him, who understood and immediately hurried over with the bag. Mike carefully took out a metal can from it, as if it was an invaluable treasure. He slowly walked towards the lame man, taking every step very carefully, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, fearing any accidents.

Seeing this, Chhetri couldn't help but feel anxious. He knew very well that if the transaction was not completed smoothly, it would bring great difficulties to the mission. He immediately reported through the radio: "Some kind of package is being handed over. I was trying to get more information, but the audio did not. The situation seems to be a little bad. We must take action as soon as possible. The package does not look big, but it is likely to hide something important. We must not let them succeed." (End of this chapter)