The film starts with the Navy SEALs

However, this is Ariana's base camp after all, and the core area of ​​the Albanian family gang. The moment after Long Zhan knocked down the three people, the seemingly ordinary customers in the bar who were drinking and having fun leisurely, as if a mysterious switch was pressed, stood up in unison. There were dozens of people, and the bar was instantly packed. Among them were several big men with burly figures like hills. There was a murderous light flashing in their eyes, which was a kind of cold indifference to life. They moved quickly like well-trained killers, took out pistols from their waists, and pointed the black muzzle at Long Zhan, Sergei and others without hesitation. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and the breath of death.

"What are you waiting for? Shoot and kill them." Ariana was indeed a cruel woman. There was a half-broken wine bottle on her neck and the sharp glass could take her life at any time. But she was still merciless and ordered her men to shoot loudly. Her voice was sharp and crazy, like a vicious dog that was cornered but still howling.

But these people were afraid to use force, because Ariana was the boss's woman and held a high position in the gang. Even if she shouted loudly, the men did not dare to shoot rashly. They looked at each other with hesitation and confusion on their faces. Although they held the guns in their hands, they did not dare to pull the trigger.

"Put down your guns, quickly." Sergei took the opportunity to threaten, his voice loud and firm, trying to get all the gangsters to put down their weapons. He knew that every second was crucial at this moment, and if they were not careful, they might fall into an irretrievable situation.

When the two sides were deadlocked, Stonebridge was controlled by the strong man to walk out of the VIP room. He saw the tense and explosive confrontation in the hall, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but more of anger and unwillingness. The big man who controlled Stonebridge did not expect that his boss's woman would be caught by the other party. When he came out and saw this scene, he was a little dazed for a moment, and the strength in his hands unconsciously loosened a little.

Stonebridge was so sharp that he instantly seized this fleeting opportunity. He suddenly turned his hand back and used all his strength to hit the strong man who was controlling him. This blow hit the strong man's nose. There was a dull and disgusting "puff" sound, and the strong man's nose was bleeding. The bridge of his nose was broken instantly, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably. Stonebridge took advantage of the situation and turned around. He drew the pistol from his waist with a smooth movement, quickly loaded it, and shot the strong man without hesitation.

"Bang." A loud noise echoed in the hall, the sound was deafening, as if it would collapse the entire bar. The sturdy man's head exploded instantly, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, and the red and white liquid splashed on the surrounding tables, chairs and walls. The scene was bloody and terrifying. The sturdy man who had just had an absolute advantage and controlled Stonebridge was shot in the head and fell to the ground, turning into a cold corpse, his wide-open eyes seemed to still tell of unwillingness and fear.

After killing the burly man, Stonebridge did not pause at all. He moved the muzzle of the gun at an extremely fast speed and shot at the gunman in the hall.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The gunshots rang out densely, like popping beans, echoing continuously in the small space of the bar. Two armed gang members were unable to dodge and were hit by Stonebridge's bullets. They fell to the ground, holding their wounds and struggling in pain. The screams were endless. The sound was shrill and desperate, as if it came from hell.

Seeing this, the remaining gang members could no longer care about anything. The fear and anger in their hearts were completely ignited. They pulled the trigger and shot wildly at Long Zhan, Stonebridge and his group. For a while, the bar was filled with gunfire, and bullets flew across the air like dense raindrops. The chandelier was hit, and glass fragments fell like rain, splashing a crystal water on the ground; the walls were riddled with bullet holes and sawdust flew, as if they had been scratched by countless beasts. Many customers who came here to have fun suffered from unprovoked disasters, were hit by flying bullets, and fell to the ground screaming. Screams came one after another, and the cries of pain and desperate cries intertwined, covering up the fierce gunfire. The whole bar instantly turned into a purgatory on earth.

Luo Ruike, who was in the private room, heard the gunshots and ran out cautiously. Seeing the bloody and chaotic scene outside, which looked like hell, he was so frightened that his face turned pale as paper, his legs became weak, and he could hardly stand. He quickly rolled and crawled back to hide. With his cowardly character, he could not bear the horrific scene in front of him. The fear in his heart was like a surging tide, completely drowning him.

"You've stirred up a hornet's nest. You're dead." Ariana was held in Sergei's arms and pressed tightly against a load-bearing pillar in the middle. However, she was still as stubborn as a cooked duck and refused to show any weakness, as if announcing to Sergei and others that their resistance was in vain.

"We like to stir up a hornet's nest. Isn't it interesting?" Stonebridge imitated Ariana's words and mocked her. He stood aside and did not rush to join the fierce gunfight. Instead, he observed the situation around him vigilantly, his eyes like an owl in the night sky, not missing any details. He knew that in such a chaotic situation, calmness and observation were the key to victory.

At this moment, Long Zhan and Stonebridge had already started a fierce gunfight with the gangsters in the hall. Long Zhan was as agile as a cheetah, moving freely in the hail of bullets, and every move was fierce. The gun in his hand spewed out flames, and every shot hit the target accurately, as if he had merged with the gun in his hand and became the spokesperson of death. There was no fear on his face, only coldness and perseverance, as if this was not a battle of life and death, but a personal performance belonging to him. His eyes revealed contempt for the enemy and a firm belief in victory. Stonebridge was not to be outdone. With his rich combat experience, he cleverly used the surrounding cover and constantly changed his position, posing a great threat to the gangsters. Sometimes he leaned out from behind the table and shot accurately; sometimes he quickly moved to the corner to avoid the enemy's attack. Every movement was smooth and skillful, showing his superb skills honed in the battlefield of life and death.

The bar was filled with smoke, and the pungent smell of gunpowder made people breathless. Tables and chairs fell to the ground in a mess, and the wine and blood mixed together and flowed on the floor, forming strange and terrifying patterns. The two sides fought back and forth, and neither side gave in. The melee seemed to be in a stalemate, and no one could achieve a decisive victory in a short time. Bullets were constantly consumed, and both sides suffered casualties. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and death. As time went by, the sound of sirens outside came faintly, from far to near, becoming clearer and clearer, as if it was the countdown clock of this cruel battle. Where will this dark domain confrontation go? The fate of everyone is like a candle swaying in the wind, precarious. Will they go to destruction in this chaos and blood, or can they find a glimmer of life in despair? Everything is full of unknowns and suspense. On the edge of the city, there is a seemingly ordinary club. The outer wall is covered with mottled vines. The dim light shines through the window, barely dispelling the darkness around. There was an unsettling atmosphere in the club. The luxurious decorations were dim in the darkness, as if hiding countless unspeakable secrets.

Suddenly, a sharp gunshot pierced the air, followed by a burst of gunfire, like dense firecrackers, breaking the dead silence of the night. People screamed in fear and fled everywhere, tables and chairs were knocked over, and wine glasses smashed to the ground, making crisp sounds. The entire club fell into chaos in an instant, filled with smoke, flickering flames, and the shadow of death shrouded every corner.

Long Zhan was in the center of the chaos. He was agile and quick, with the gun in his hand constantly spitting out flames, accurately knocking down enemies one by one. In the fierce battle, his eyes remained alert, not missing any details. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar shadow flashing out of the VIP room. Although it was only a brief moment, he immediately recognized it as Rorik, the second target of their operation.

"Rorick ran away, target number two ran away." Long Zhan quickly said to the intercom, his voice was deep and powerful, revealing the calmness and decisiveness unique to a soldier, while he dodged a whistling bullet. He tried to chase, but the enemies around him surged like a tide, making it impossible for him to escape, and he could only watch Rorick disappear from his sight.

"I'll go after her." Sergei's voice came from the intercom, full of fighting spirit. At this time, he was nearby. After hearing Long Zhan's report, he made a decision without hesitation. He threw Ariana beside him. The woman was Mike's wife. Although she was also deeply involved in the gang world, she had no value to their B team. Killing her or taking her back had no practical significance. Of course, with Sergei's skills, it would be easy to kill her, but he was a typical old Russian. He always had an inexplicable tenderness for women, especially Ariana. Although she was nearly 40 years old, time seemed to favor her and she still retained some charming charm. This made Sergei feel sympathetic and finally did not kill her.

Rorick desperately fled in the darkness. He knew the topography of the club like the lines on his palm. He did not choose to escape from the main door, because there must be enemies guarding there, but ran to the escape passage of the club. This escape passage was located in the restricted area of ​​the club. It was usually guarded by a special person and was heavily guarded. Ordinary people could not get close to it. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to survive and escape from this dangerous place.

"Don't let anyone pass!" Rorick rushed into the entrance of the escape passage, panting and shouting to the security guards here. His voice became a little hoarse due to tension and fear, but the order was unquestionable. The gunshots above were deafening. The security guards here naturally understood that something big had happened above, and they had been on high alert, holding their batons tightly in their hands, and their eyes revealed tension and vigilance.

Less than ten seconds later, Sergei caught up with him. The narrow escape passage was filled with a stale atmosphere, and the dim lights flickered, as if they would go out at any time. If the person guarding here was a senior security guard with a gun, in this narrow passage, as long as he hid in the corner and squatted with a gun, it would be difficult for Sergei to catch up with him. But in this remote corner, the person guarding the passage was just a low-level security guard who didn't even have the qualifications to carry a gun. The security guard was sturdy and usually relied on brute force to scare people. When he saw Sergei chasing him, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, trying to knock Sergei down with his own strength like a hammer.

Sergei had fought his way through battles, and he had never been afraid of anyone in a hand-to-hand fight. Facing the security guard who was rushing over, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile. The two rushed forward with vigorous steps, and the two sides instantly wrestled together. Although the security guard was physically strong, he had no fighting skills, and in front of Sergei, he was like a clumsy novice. After just one encounter, the security guard was hit in the face by Sergei's casserole-sized punch. The huge force made him lose consciousness instantly, and he fell straight to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

After getting rid of the security guard who was in the way, Sergei did not stop and continued to chase. His footsteps made a dull sound in the passage, echoing in the narrow space. Soon, he came out of the escape passage. It was a dark night outside. The cold wind blew in his face, making him shiver. He saw from a distance that Rorik was still running desperately in front of him and rushed into the big factory next door. Sergei chased after him without hesitation, and his figure seemed particularly determined in the night.

When he entered the factory, he found that it was actually a slaughterhouse. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and rotten meat, which made people sick. He entered the pork cutting area, which was full of fresh pork hanging around. Blood kept dripping on the ground, gathering into pools of dark red liquid.

The two butchers who received Rorik's distress signal were wearing aprons stained with blood, holding sharp butcher knives tightly in their hands, with fierce eyes. When they saw Sergei coming in, they waved their knives without saying a word and chopped him. The flash of the knife cut through the dim air. Fortunately, Sergei had been prepared before coming in and was highly focused. While being chased and chopped by two people with butcher knives, he flexibly dodged to the left and jumped out in time, and finally avoided being chopped on the head by a knife. While dodging, he quickly picked up an iron pipe from the table next to him. There was still some blood on the iron pipe, and the cold touch came from the palm of his hand. (End of this chapter)