The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Then, he used a telescope to search for the target and quickly reported: "The main target is dispersing to both sides..." His eyes were fixed on the telescope, not missing any details.

After entering the hotel, Nowen, with his keen insight and rich experience, was the first to find Mike. Mike walked in front with two of his men, trying to leave the place through the kitchen and the back door. They walked in a hurry and did not notice Nowen who appeared behind them.

If Norman aimed at Mike and shot at him, he would have hit him 100% with his superb marksmanship. But Norman still wanted to capture Mike alive and get more intelligence. So he quickly approached him to a distance of less than ten meters and shouted, "Mike, I found you, raise your hands immediately." His voice echoed in the empty kitchen, full of deterrence.

However, Mike is not an ordinary character, he is a veteran. Hearing the threat from behind, he reacted almost instinctively, pulling out his gun without thinking, turning around and shooting. While shooting, his body moved quickly, looking for cover. His movements were agile and skillful, as if he had gone through countless training.

Novan was caught off guard. He didn't expect Mike to react so quickly. He was annoyed that the duck that was about to be caught had escaped. But he quickly adjusted his state and fought back with a gun, trying to stop Mike from leaving.

The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce exchange of fire in the kitchen, with bullets flying everywhere. The pots and pans in the kitchen were smashed to pieces, and the food was scattered all over the floor. The chefs were frightened by the sudden gunfight and fled in panic. The whole kitchen was in chaos, a scene of chaos and confusion.

Mike successfully escaped in the first place, leaving two of his men behind in the kitchen. He then ran towards the back door of the kitchen, his figure quickly disappearing in the smoke and chaos, like a slippery fish slipping out of Norman's hands.

Fierce confrontation: dangerous pursuit and battle

The night is like a heavy black cloth, quietly covering the city. In the corner of the city, a thrilling chase and battle is quietly taking place.

Stonebridge's Chase: A Chaotic Showdown on the Streets

Stonebridge was like a vigilant cheetah at the side door, instantly locking onto the group of the slope-footed man. Without the slightest hesitation, he drew his gun decisively, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out angry flames, and the bullet whizzed towards the slope-footed man and his group. However, the men around the slope-footed man reacted very quickly, like well-trained hounds, and they immediately sensed the danger.

One of the guys turned around quickly, raised his gun high, and fired wildly into the sky. "Da da da da..." The dense gunfire instantly broke the tranquility of the street, and the sharp sound was like a sharp blade, cutting through the night sky. The fierce gunfire was like a signal flare, instantly causing pedestrians on the street to fall into extreme panic. People were panicked, screaming one after another, like bees in a disturbed hive, running around.

Stonebridge was caught off guard by the sudden chaos. The pedestrians running in panic on the streets were like invisible barriers that hindered his actions. He knew that if he opened fire, there was a high probability that innocent civilians would be injured by mistake. If civilians were really injured or killed, the subsequent troubles would come like a tide and would be difficult to deal with.

He frowned, his eyes revealing a trace of anxiety and helplessness. But as an experienced hunter, he was not frightened by the predicament in front of him. He took a deep breath, tried to push through the crowd, and rushed in the direction where the man with the sloping foot and others were fleeing. However, the panicked crowd was like a surging tide, hitting him wave after wave. He had just taken two steps when he was knocked back by several people who were fleeing in panic. His body swayed in the crowd, and he couldn't successfully cross the messy street.

The man with the sloped foot was like a cunning fox. Taking advantage of the panic of the crowd, he quickly slipped into the crowd like a loach and began to evacuate urgently. As he ran, he looked back from time to time, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes, observing Stonebridge's movements.

By the time Stonebridge finally squeezed out of the crowd and reached the edge of the street, the man with the sloping foot and his three men had already run far away, and the distance between the two sides was more than 30 meters. Stonebridge's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, and he raised his gun again without hesitation, aiming the muzzle steadily at one of the man with the sloping foot. "Pah, pah, pah." Three gunshots, like thunder exploding in the night sky, the man's body trembled instantly, staggered a few times, and then fell heavily to the ground, blood gushed out of his body, spreading on the ground, forming a shocking pool of red.

The remaining three people turned pale instantly when they saw this. Without stopping, they turned left and rushed into the alley next to them like three rabbits being chased. The alley was narrow and deep, and the walls on both sides looked gloomy and scary under the dim light. The alley was filled with all kinds of debris, including worn-out cardboard boxes, rusty iron barrels, and garbage with a foul smell. The terrain here was extremely complex, with twists and turns, like a huge maze.

"Damn it." Stonebridge cursed. He knew that if he let the Sloppy Man and his men disappear in the alley, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack to find them again. He quickly put away his gun, and his feet seemed to be equipped with springs, and he strode towards the alley entrance.

However, just as he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, the group of sloppy men in the alley once again displayed their cunning tricks. The three of them suddenly separated like three agile monkeys and fled in different directions. Their movements were crisp and clear, and it was obvious that they had been rehearsed many times.

Although only Stonebridge caught up, he was not alone. Behind him, there was a team that worked closely together. Chettri was at a high point at this time, like an eagle hovering in the sky, overlooking the entire alley from a high position. He could see every move in the alley clearly, and the scene of the three men splitting into three groups instantly came into his sight.

He quickly picked up the radio and announced in a hurried and clear voice: "Your target has been separated. The package is moving quickly to the east. You must catch up with it." For them, the escape of other brothers may not matter, but the virus test product called "package" must not be lost. Although it is just a small item, once it is spread by people with ulterior motives using appropriate means, the consequences will be disastrous and enough to threaten the lives of hundreds of people.

Stonebridge was well aware of the stakes involved. He did not hesitate at all, and chased eastward with a determined look. His figure shuttled quickly in the dim alley, his footsteps light and powerful, like a black panther looking for prey in the dark.

At the same time, in the hotel's kitchen, the battle has entered a white-hot stage.

With his superb shooting skills, Nowen, like a sniper in the dark night, accurately killed one of Mike's men. However, the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, and a small mistake put him in a passive situation. He had to engage in close combat with the remaining enemies. The man brought by Mike was burly, with muscles as hard as steel. It was obvious that he had undergone rigorous training. His eyes revealed ferocity and brutality, like a hungry wolf, staring at Nowen.

The two approached each other quickly, like two bulls about to duel. Although Norman looked like a man in appearance and personality, his body was a woman's after all. He was naturally at a disadvantage in close combat. As soon as the two fought, Norman felt a huge pressure. The power of the subordinate was like a surging tide, rushing towards him wave after wave.

Nowen tried to find the opponent's weakness and launch a counterattack. But the subordinate defended tightly and easily resolved every attack of Nowen. Soon, Nowen was caught by the opponent's weakness, like a captured bird, and was pinched by the neck and pressed on the kitchen chopping board.

Novan felt the pressure on his neck getting bigger and bigger, and it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. He waved his hands wildly in the air, trying to break free from the opponent's control. He wanted to grab the opponent's eyes to get out of trouble. However, his arms were not long enough, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch the opponent's face.

The situation became extremely critical, and Norman felt like a lamb to be slaughtered, his life slipping away bit by bit. But after all, he had rich combat experience, and his quick response and psychological ability far exceeded that of ordinary people. At this critical moment, he endured the pain of suffocation and quickly scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision, trying to find a way to break the situation.

Finally, his eyes fell on the condiment table next to him. There were a bunch of bottles and jars on the condiment table, and bottles of various colors and shapes were shining under the light. Among them, there were several large glass bottles of condiments that were particularly eye-catching.

Without any hesitation, he used up his last bit of strength and reached out to grab the largest glass bottle. He gritted his teeth, concentrated all his strength on his arm, and smashed it hard on the enemy's head.

"Bang, crash." The glass bottle made close contact with the enemy's head, making a dull sound instantly, and then the glass bottle shattered into pieces like a fragile glass product. The glass fragments flew everywhere, falling like snowflakes.

The man was also hit on the temple, and he felt dizzy. The temple is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and after being hit so hard, his brain went blank in an instant, and his body couldn't help but stagger back.

Nowen, who was almost strangled, finally got a breath of fresh air. He gasped for air, his lungs rising and falling like a bellows. The battle between the two sides paused for a few seconds, as if time had slowed down a little at this moment.

Nowen recovered from the pain of suffocation, and the enemy gradually regained his sight from the stars in his eyes. The two people's sights met in the air, as if they were engaged in a silent contest. Without any communication, they both knew that the battle was far from over. Almost at the same time, the two rushed towards each other again, and the flames of battle burned again.

This time, both of them realized the importance of tools in combat. Nowen quickly searched for weapons on the chopping board on the right, his eyes sweeping across the chopping board like a searchlight. Soon, he found a long stick, which looked a bit like a rolling pin in China, about half a meter long. The stick had a smooth surface and a hard texture. It felt heavy in the hand, giving people a sense of security.

The enemy picked up a kitchen knife nearby. The kitchen knife gleamed coldly under the light, and the blade was so sharp that it seemed like it could cut through the air with a single swing. But compared to Norman's long stick, it was more than half the length.

The two men stood face to face again, their eyes full of vigilance and murderous intent. The enemy took the lead in attacking, wielding a kitchen knife, and pounced on Norman like a ferocious tiger. The kitchen knife drew streaks of cold light in the air, and the wind whistled.

Nowen remained calm, holding the long stick tightly, his eyes fixed on the enemy's movements. When the enemy's kitchen knife was still a long distance away from him, Nowen shouted loudly, and the long stick in his hand quickly swept towards the enemy's head like a nimble long snake.

There was a crisp "bang" sound, as clear and loud as beating a drum. The stick hit the enemy's head hard, and the enemy felt a sharp pain in his head and saw stars in front of his eyes. His body was hit by the stick and fell to the left platform. He staggered a few times and almost fell to the ground.

Nowen took advantage of the victory and rushed forward like an agile cheetah, ready to hit the enemy on the back of the head again and completely finish him off. However, where the enemy fell, there was a piece of wood about 20 to 30 centimeters long. This wood was a bit like the board under the steak, hard and thick, with some oil stains on the surface.

The moment Norman attacked, the enemy reacted quickly with his years of combat experience. He reached out and grabbed the wooden board, holding it horizontally in front of him, just blocking Norman's stick. The moment the stick collided with the wooden board, there was a dull sound, and Norman only felt a sharp pain in his arm, and the stick was also bounced away.

Then, the enemy took advantage of the gap when the stick was bounced and hit Nowen in the face with the wooden board. Nowen felt a black screen in front of his eyes, a sharp pain came from his face, and he fell on the chopping board on the right. The pots and pans on the chopping board made a clanging sound when he hit them, like a chaotic movement.

The enemy took this opportunity to kick Novan hard on the back. Each kick was powerful, causing Novan to scream and feel as if his back was being hit by a heavy hammer, causing unbearable pain. (End of this chapter)