The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Seeing the two grown men hugging each other intimately, Mike felt a surge of anger rushing to his head. His eyes instantly turned red, as if they were about to spit fire. The veins on his forehead also bulged out of anger. The only thing in his mind was to kill the long-haired bodyguard. He rushed over in a few steps, each step was filled with the power of anger, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly under his feet. He pinched the bodyguard's neck fiercely from behind, and his hands became particularly powerful because of anger, as if he wanted to crush the other person's life in an instant.

"Wait, wait, don't do this!" Luo Ruike saw that his father had discovered his scandal, and he kept shouting to stop it, but his body was afraid of his father out of instinct, and he didn't dare to go forward to save people. His legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move, and he could only watch the long hair bodyguard being dragged by his father to the hall, his eyes full of despair and helplessness.

The people in the hall were stunned when they saw their boss suddenly running over, holding a shirtless bodyguard in his hand, and they couldn't figure out what was going on. The music stopped abruptly, and the originally noisy melody disappeared instantly, leaving only a dead silence. Everyone's eyes were cast over at the same time, their eyes full of curiosity, surprise and confusion.

"This guy attacked my son in my house, right?" When Mike said this, he looked at his son, with a hint of threat in his eyes, as if telling his son that if he didn't do as he wanted, the consequences would be disastrous. It was clear that he wanted to stir up trouble and maintain the family's so-called dignity and rules in front of everyone.

Luo Ruike was in a panic at this time. He stood there blankly, his eyes empty and confused, not knowing how to answer. He knew that if he admitted that his father was deliberately throwing dirty water, then the bodyguard's attack on him would be confirmed, and the bodyguard attacking his employer would be silenced in the mafia. He didn't want his lover to die in the hands of his father. She was the most important person in his life. But if he refuted his father's words, it would be equivalent to telling everyone that his father was deliberately framing him, which was equivalent to disobedience in the family and would be severely punished. Under the tyranny of his father, Luo Ruike felt extremely frightened, as if he was tightly bound by an invisible net. He could not accept the two options of admitting and opposing, so he could only choose to shut up. Silence became his only way to escape.

Seeing that his son had remained silent, Mike did not want to let this matter go easily. His son was the hope of the family, and he had to bring his son back on track and let him shoulder the responsibility of the family again. So he pressed again: "Am I right, Rorick? You'd better think clearly before answering, don't be confused."

Luo Ruike couldn't bear the pressure from his father. Between the two options of protecting himself and protecting his bodyguard, he finally selfishly chose to protect himself. Driven by the huge fear and the instinct of survival, the balance in his heart quickly tilted. He nodded expressionlessly, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from his throat: "Yes!"

This nod seemed to be a death sentence for the bodyguard. Mike took action on the spot, grabbing the bodyguard and walking out of the house, with quick and firm steps, ready to carry out a lynching outdoors and remove this obstacle that hindered his son's development. In his opinion, the future of the family is above all else, and anyone who threatens the family's order and interests must be eradicated.

The bodyguard seemed to have a deep affection for Rorick. Even at this time, he did not say a word and did not make any excuses for himself. Because he knew that even if he told the truth, it might not keep him alive. On the contrary, if Rorick was exposed as a homosexual, it would be more difficult for Rorick to inherit the family. No gangster family would want their boss to be a homosexual. This is an absolute taboo in their world.

Seeing his lover being taken out, Rorick was panicked and immediately followed him with big strides, his steps staggering and eager, as if he was chasing his own fading happiness. His mother also followed him out. Knowing her husband well, she knew what would happen next. She shouted in advance: "Mike, don't, you need to calm down now! You can't be so impulsive, you will regret it!"

However, Mike's move was really quick and decisive. As soon as his wife finished speaking, he suddenly threw the bodyguard to the ground with such force that the bodyguard's body slid for a distance on the ground. Then, he quickly took out the gun, which flashed a cold light in his hand, and pointed it at the long-haired bodyguard's head. Without a second's hesitation, he pulled the trigger heavily.

A loud bang was particularly piercing in the silent night sky, like a flash of lightning that cut through the darkness, or like a heavy sigh of fate. The bullet, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, instantly penetrated the bodyguard's head. The bodyguard's body fell backwards like a puppet with its strings cut. Blood gushed out of his head and quickly spread on the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood. The blood looked particularly bright and terrifying under the moonlight, as if telling the fragility and impermanence of life.

The whole process was as fast as flowing water, even smoother and easier than drinking water. As the bodyguard was shot in the head and fell to the ground, everyone was frightened by this scene. They stared with their eyes wide open, their mouths wide open, and looked at everything happening in front of them in disbelief. The scene became extremely quiet for a while, so quiet that you could even hear the rustling of the leaves in the breeze, as if time had frozen at this moment. Everyone was so shocked by this sudden bloody scene that they were speechless, as if they were in a terrible nightmare and couldn't wake up.

Rorick stared at his lover's body on the ground, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground. His heart was filled with pain and regret. He hated his cowardice and hated himself for sacrificing his lover to protect himself. But now, everything is irreversible. His lover left him forever, leaving him alone to face this cruel reality.

Mike put away the gun, looked at his son, and said coldly: "This is for your own good. You must understand that the interests of the family are above all else. You must put aside those unrealistic fantasies and take on your responsibilities." After that, he turned and walked towards the hall, leaving Rorick and his mother, as well as the gradually cold body. His back looked a little cold and resolute, as if he had no guilt or pity for what had just happened.

The night is still deep. In the Dimachi family mansion, although the bloody storm has temporarily subsided, different waves have surged in everyone's heart. Luo Ruike secretly swore in his heart that one day, he would avenge his lover, even if he was against the whole family. The seeds of hatred have been deeply planted in his heart, waiting for the opportunity to break out of the ground. Mike's wife fell into deep worry. She didn't know how the family would go in the future. The heavy debt and broken family made her feel extremely confused and helpless. And Mike, although he seemed to have solved a "trouble", he also knew that the family crisis had not been really resolved. The eight million debts and the unknown virus weapons transaction were still like two mountains, pressing on his heart, making him breathless. In this dark Albanian night, the fate of the Dimachi family, like the candlelight blown by the wind, swaying, and no one knew where it would go...

In the Middle East, a land that has been repeatedly scorched by war, Syria is like a broken maze, and every inch of land tells of the cruelty and vicissitudes of war. The ruins of the city are silent under the scorching sun, and a few gunshots are heard occasionally among the broken walls, which is the aftermath of the war that has not yet completely ended. Since the extremist organization "YSL State" brazenly announced the establishment of a country here five years ago, this ancient land has fallen into a deeper abyss of darkness, and the people are struggling to survive in fear and despair.

As time went by, the international community launched multiple rounds of joint strikes against the "YSL State". Under the powerful offensive of the Allied Forces' land and air encirclement and suppression, the power of the "YSL State" gradually collapsed, and the number of fighters became increasingly scarce, like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, withering one by one. Eight weeks ago, another fierce battle broke out on the land of Syria. The Allied fighters roared past, and the bombs dropped raised billowing smoke and dust on the ground; the ground forces cooperated closely, and the steel-like advance left the enemy nowhere to escape. In this cruel encirclement and suppression, a trapped "YSL State" central defender Ismail Abaku tried to make a last desperate fight, using the so-called "sacrifice" in exchange for a chance to survive, but fate did not go as he wished. When he was captured, there was still reluctance and madness in his eyes, but everything could not be changed.

Under the dim light of the interrogation room, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating. The dim lights flickering on the walls seemed to be trembling with the cruelty of the war. The interrogators stared at Ismail Abaku with sharp eyes, not missing any slight changes in his facial expressions. After a long interrogation, we heard a strange and mysterious name for the first time-Zaev. According to Ismail Abaku, Zaev is very likely the boss behind their suspect Mach. He also revealed that he had heard rumors that something was about to come to Europe, and it was not small, but he only knew the name Zaev about this mysterious "thing", and he knew nothing more. This vague clue, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, although weak, gave the trackers a glimmer of hope.

Last month, a thrilling shooting incident took place near Paris Nord Station. A Bosnian arms smuggler was shot dead there, carrying a mysterious propaganda film. When the propaganda film was presented to the public, a new crisis seemed to be quietly approaching. In the propaganda film, a group of armed men dressed up in crazy and ferocious clothes, shouting at the camera, their voices full of extremism and fanaticism. The propaganda film also deliberately accompanied many bloody pictures of successful terrorist attacks. The explosions, collapsed buildings and the screams of innocent people seemed to show off their "achievements" to the world, and seemed to incite more people to join their evil camp.

In a spacious and solemn conference room, Colonel Coltrane stood in front of everyone with a serious expression. His eyes were firm and sharp, scanning everyone present. Then he slowly spoke in a low and powerful voice, announcing all the important intelligence he had recently obtained. On the computer screen, a video of a propaganda film was playing. The crazy images and piercing shouting filled the entire conference room, making everyone feel an invisible pressure.

"What do you think?" Colonel Kechuan asked everyone present after everyone had watched the promotional video, and his voice echoed in the silent conference room.

"It doesn't seem to be a comedy." Long Zhan raised his lips slightly, and said with a hint of sarcasm, trying to break the depressing atmosphere with this joke. He had a slightly uninhibited smile on his face, but his eyes were as solemn as everyone else's. Long Zhan was the happy fruit in the team, always able to use humor to ease the atmosphere at the most tense moments, but this time, he knew in his heart that things were far from as simple as they seemed.

"The content of this promotional video is quite interesting, and it seems to want to make everyone excited about Zaev." Stonebeach folded his hands in front of his chest and said thoughtfully, with a hint of vigilance and curiosity in his eyes. Stonebeach has always been calm and thoughtful in his words and deeds. His analysis at this moment made everyone think more deeply.

"Does it mean it's fake?" Nowen frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Nowen had just joined the team and was still a little confused by the complex intelligence and dangerous tasks, but he had a strong thirst for knowledge and did not miss any details.

"This is a standard brainwashing film, flashy but not practical. It's like saying that Mike can become an excellent officer, but there is no evidence to support it." Sergei pouted his lips in disdain and said with a hint of sarcasm on his face. Sergei is an impatient person who speaks his mind. He is very disgusted with this kind of propaganda film that is deliberately mysterious, and his words are full of disdain.

"Or are you promoting Sergey's claim of being a perfect shooter?" Stonebich immediately retorted, with a smirk on his face, staring at Sergey. Everyone in the team knew that Sergey loved to brag, and Stonebich's joke caused everyone to laugh, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.

"That has already been verified." Sergei hastily defended himself, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. He stiffened his neck, blushed, and tried his best to prove his strength, which caused everyone to laugh again. (End of this chapter)