The film starts with the Navy SEALs

The woman stared at Sergei for a few seconds, then said expressionlessly, "We didn't see each other, just pretend I didn't come in." The woman finally gave up and didn't insist on calling the manager. Her eyes revealed a hint of hesitation and compromise. She turned around and prepared to leave. Sergei breathed a sigh of relief and secretly felt lucky.

"I am like a ship in the wind, a ship, a ship sailing on the sea. I need a helmsman, and I think you are not suitable." The mission was already in progress, but Sergey was here to pick up girls. He had a smirk on his face, trying to get closer to the woman in this humorous way. He took a step forward, approached the woman, and his eyes were full of teasing.

The woman was not a decent woman. She knew that Sergei was going to take advantage of her. She looked him up and down leisurely. Her inner desire was triggered, and she wanted to do something interesting with him. It can be said that she just took the bait!

The action war is about to break out!

Little did he know that at this moment, a familiar long-haired woman appeared at the gate of Labao, followed by two bodyguards in black suits.

This woman is not Mike's wife, she is the owner of this store.

The purpose of Stonebridge and his team coming here is to find Rorick and negotiate with him about cooperation in killing his father.

Now that Rorick's mother came running over, things started to get a little worse.

If not handled properly.

The whole plan would be a complete failure.

……

"Attention, target number two has been spotted, he is in the bar."

Stonebridge, lurking in the hall outside the bar, stared at the entrance without blinking. When the familiar figure appeared, he immediately lowered his voice and reported to his companions through the miniature intercom hidden under his collar. His voice was steady and calm, and every word was clear and powerful. In the noisy bar environment, he could still accurately convey it to his teammates. In the bar, the lights were flashing, the music was deafening, the crowd was twisting their bodies wildly on the dance floor, and the smell of alcohol filled every inch of the air. Stonebridge pretended to be an ordinary drinker, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, but his eyes never left the direction of the target. His heartbeat was steady, and his years of career as an agent allowed him to remain calm in any situation. However, the difficulty of this mission still made his nerves slightly tense.

At this moment, Chhetri and Colonel Coltrane were sitting in the car outside, closely following the progress of the operation. Chhetri quickly tapped on the computer keyboard with both hands, and with his superb technical means, he successfully hacked into the bar's surveillance system. His eyes were focused, staring at the computer screen, his fingers flying on the keyboard, as if he was integrated with the computer. Soon, the images of the relevant cameras appeared on the screen, clearly showing the situation inside the bar. In the small space in the car, the atmosphere was tense and depressing, with only the slight buzzing sound of the computer host and the sound of Chhetri tapping on the keyboard. Colonel Coltrane frowned, his eyes fixed on the screen, and the walkie-talkie in his hand was ready to convey instructions at any time.

In the picture, a woman strode into the hall surrounded by bodyguards. She was tall and straight, with confident steps and a strong aura. She was wearing a black slim-fitting evening dress that outlined her graceful figure. Her golden curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Under her exquisite makeup, her eyes revealed an innate arrogance and majesty.

"The approaching woman is the target's wife, named Ariana DiMachi." Colonel Coltrane explained on the radio, his voice low and magnetic, providing key information to his teammates.

Inside the bar, Ariana walked straight to the bar and stood next to her son Rorik. She pushed a glass of wine in front of her son, her face serious and unquestionable, and said, "Drink it." Her voice was still clearly audible in the noisy bar, with an irresistible power.

Luo Ruike looked like he had lost his soul, staring blankly ahead without any reaction. His eyes were empty, as if he was immersed in his own world, oblivious to everything around him. He was wearing a white shirt with a slightly open collar, his hair was a little messy, and he exuded a decadent aura.

Ariana knew her son's situation, but she would never allow him to continue to be so willful. She spoke again, her tone more firmly: "You are getting married in two days, drink it." There was a hint of irresistible majesty in her voice, as if she was announcing to her son that there was no room for negotiation on this matter.

Luo Ruike hesitated for a moment, but finally picked up the wine glass expressionlessly and drank it all. His movements were mechanical and numb, as if he was just completing a task, without any emotional fluctuations. The wine flowed down his throat, but it could not warm his cold heart.

"You're lucky, you know that?" Ariana reached out and gently stroked her son's hair, a faint smile on her face, satisfied with her son's obedience. Her eyes revealed a hint of love, but more of her expectations and control over her son's future.

"I am so lucky." Rorick responded sarcastically, his tone full of helplessness and ridicule. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a bitter smile, as if he was mocking his own fate. In his view, this upcoming marriage was nothing more than a sacrifice of family interests, and he himself was just a puppet being manipulated.

Ariana looked at the entire bar, with a hint of pride and complacency in her eyes, and said, "These will all be yours in the future." Her voice was full of confidence in the family business and her expectation that her son would inherit the family business. This bar was just the tip of the iceberg of the Demachi family's huge industry, and she hoped that her son could shoulder the family's responsibility and carry forward this family business. "What if I don't want it?" Rorick immediately retorted, with a hint of stubbornness and resistance in his tone. He raised his head and looked directly into his mother's eyes, revealing unwillingness and struggle in his eyes. He didn't want to be bound by the fate of his family and longed to pursue the life he really wanted.

"It's not a question of whether you want it or not." Ariana retorted mercilessly, her tone cold and tough. Her eyes became sharp, as if warning her son not to challenge her authority. Then, she turned to look at the other side and said, "Monica will go into the VIP room with you, and she will serve you well." This sentence clearly hinted that she was determined to change Rorick.

"That's not necessary." Rorick refused without hesitation, his tone firm, as if he had no interest in such things. His eyes revealed a hint of disgust and rejection, as if he was extremely disgusted with his mother's arrangement. He felt that his mother didn't understand him at all, and this way of imposing on others made him even more resistant.

"Haha." The smile on Ariana's face disappeared instantly. She grabbed her son's neck with her left hand, her expression terribly serious, and said, "You have to go, even if you stare at the ceiling the whole time, whatever you want. The club is full of your dad's old friends, you have to show what you should do." Her voice was low and fierce, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, which made people shudder. She grabbed her son's neck tightly, her nails almost digging into his skin, as if to force her will into him.

Luo Ruike was very afraid of his father, and he was also afraid of his strong mother. Seeing his mother's serious expression, the resistance in his heart disappeared instantly, and he had no courage to resist. He could only get up obediently and follow the tall Monica to leave the bar front desk. His steps were heavy, and every step seemed to be walking towards an unknown abyss, and his heart was filled with helplessness and despair.

"The target is leaving, with a dancer." Stonebridge kept an eye on the target's movements, and as soon as he saw Rorick's actions, he immediately notified them on the radio. His eyes followed Rorick and Monica's figures closely, and his body leaned forward slightly, ready to take the next step at any time.

"Got it." Chhetri responded quickly. Her fingers moved quickly on the keyboard, constantly switching the surveillance screens, trying to find the best observation angle.

However, Sergei made no sound.

"Where is Sergei?" Chettri couldn't help asking, with a hint of doubt and worry in her tone. She called Sergei again, but still got no response.

Although Sergei was wearing headphones at this time, he was not performing any tasks at all. He was playing poker with the woman who had come in earlier on the rectangular table in front of the monitoring room. His attention was completely attracted by the game, and the expression on his face changed as the game progressed, sometimes nervous, sometimes excited. At this time, the game had reached a critical moment, and he was concentrating on thinking about the strategy of playing cards, so he had no time to care about other things. Facing the inquiry from the headquarters, he did not even raise his head and casually said: "There is no problem here, everything is under my control." His voice sounded calm, as if everything was really under control. He held the poker cards tightly in his hand, beads of sweat slightly oozed out of his forehead, and his eyes were fixed on his opponent, completely unaware that the danger was approaching step by step.

"The surveillance camera in the VIP room has been turned off. B1, you can go up and check." Chhetri arranged things methodically. She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm, and continued to work on the computer, trying to find other clues.

"Got it!" Stonebridge followed quietly all the way. After receiving the order, he carefully opened the door of the VIP room and walked in. His movements were light and agile, without making any sound. He looked at the two people who were frowning at him and said politely, "Can you go to the side and rest for a while? I have a five-minute chat with a friend. It's just a small matter." After that, he took out a wad of money from his pocket, at least thousands of dollars, and handed it to Monica.

Monica was wearing a see-through dress, tall and with a three-dimensional appearance. Her looks and figure were not inferior to those in the entertainment industry. But she was just a dancer who worked hard for money. For her, money was everything, and she could do anything for money. At this moment, seeing the money handed over by Stonebridge, she took it without hesitation, then twisted her waist and walked into the small room next door, ready to stay quietly for five minutes. There was a greedy light in her eyes, and she held the money tightly in her hand, as if it was the most important thing in her life.

After Monica left, Stonebridge walked over, sat opposite Rorick, and said straight to the point: "I am Lieutenant Colonel Thomas McCaw, affiliated with the secret anti-terrorist force, and we need your help..." He spoke quickly, and every word was concise and clear, hitting the core without wasting even a second. His eyes were firm and sincere, trying to make Rorick feel his sincerity.

When Rorick heard Stonebridge's name, he didn't show much surprise, and he didn't care whether the name was true or not. However, when he heard the words "anti-terrorist force", his expression instantly became serious. His eyes revealed a hint of vigilance and thinking, as if he was weighing the pros and cons of this matter. He leaned back slightly in his chair, crossed his arms in front of his chest, stared at Stonebridge, and secretly guessed the other party's intentions.

While Stonebridge and Rorick were secretly negotiating, Chettri called Sergei again: "B2, are you still in the control room?"

"Yes, I'm still here." Sergei replied, his breathing was a little heavy, but his tone was relatively steady. At this moment, he was immersed in the fierce confrontation of the card game, and was completely unaware of the danger approaching. His heartbeat accelerated, and the cards in his hand trembled slightly, but he still refused to give up the game.

"There are gunmen approaching quickly. You need to finish your work quickly." Chhetri reminded. She was experienced and could immediately judge the situation on Sergei's side from the voice coming from the headset, but she did not expose him, just kindly reminded him. From the monitoring screen, she clearly saw several men in suits approaching the security control room quickly. Her heart was in her throat, worried about Sergei's safety, and also worried that the mission would be affected.

"Let's make it short." Stonebridge also heard the notice. He spoke faster and said to Rorick, "I can guarantee that if you cooperate with us, no one will get hurt. We only need chemical weapons." His eyes were firm and his tone was sincere, trying to convince Rorick. He leaned forward and put his hands on the table, hoping to get closer to Rorick and increase his persuasiveness.

"Do you know who I am?" Rorick frowned and asked, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and arrogance. He seemed to doubt whether Stonebridge really knew his identity and background. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of disdain, as if to show Stonebridge his family status. (End of this chapter)