The film starts with the Navy SEALs

He slightly bent his body, spread his legs, and kept a posture ready to attack at any time, and began to approach Rorick step by step. His eyes were always locked on Rorick, not missing any of his subtle movements. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to control Rorick as soon as possible and then evacuate safely.

Before taking action, Long Zhan first had to make sure whether Luo Ruike was the only one in the room. He quickly scanned the dim workshop, not missing any corner. With his rich combat experience and keen insight, he quickly determined that there were no other hidden enemies in the room. Long Zhan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that with Luo Ruike's cowardly character, as long as he was careful and didn't give him a chance, it would be easy to subdue him. Maybe just a couple of slaps in the face would make him obedient.

However, just as Long Zhan was about to take control of Rorik, a new situation arose in the club lobby.

Mike, who got the news, rushed into the club with a large group of gangsters. Mike was a burly man with a face full of flesh. At this moment, his face was full of anger and shock. The moment he stepped into the hall, the scene in front of him made him furious. The hall was in a mess, with tables and chairs lying on the ground, broken glasses and bottles scattered all over the floor. There were corpses all over the floor, and dead club security guards and bodyguards were lying in a mess. There were at least eight of them. Those men who once worked for him were now cold corpses. The blood gathered on the ground into dark red pools, emitting a pungent smell.

This club is the main source of income for Mike's family. He has always regarded it as his dearest and devoted countless efforts and energy to it. He never expected that it would be destroyed like this, as if a bright pearl was ruthlessly smashed to the ground. Mike was so angry that his face turned the color of liver, and veins on his forehead bulged like angry little snakes. A huge rage surged into his mind, making him want to cut the culprit into pieces and eat him alive. He clenched his fists tightly, his joints turned white due to the force, and his body trembled slightly due to anger.

"Search! Don't let any of them live! Find those bastards!" Mike roared at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the hall, filled with endless murderous intent. His men scattered, rushing in all directions like hungry wolves, ready to launch a crazy revenge operation...

"Where is Rorik? Where is he?" Mike's roar was like a heavy bomb, exploding in the spacious hall, shaking the air around him slightly. At this moment, he was so angry that his face turned blue, as if covered by a layer of frost. Every inch of his skin was tense because of anger, and the veins on his forehead were bulging like twisted little snakes. His eyes were wide open, and his red eyes were burning with rage. His eyes were like sharp blades, scanning the hall frantically, as if he wanted to see through every corner here.

His eyes swept across the hall as fast as salt, and finally fixed on his wife Ariana who was slumped on the ground. Ariana's face was dazed, as if her soul had already left her body. Her hair was scattered messily on both sides of her cheeks, lifeless. Mike strode to her, his feet stomped heavily on the ground, making a dull sound. He leaned down, grabbed Ariana's shoulders with both hands, and asked angrily, with uncontrollable anxiety and irritability in his voice: "Speak up! Where did Rorik go?"

Ariana just looked at Mike expressionlessly, without any response, like a puppet with its soul taken away. Her lips trembled slightly, but she could not make a sound. Her empty eyes looked straight into the distance, ignoring Mike's roar. Her body was soft and let Mike shake her, as if all her strength was drained at this moment. Mike's anxiety continued to rise like a surging tide. He suddenly let go of Ariana, turned around and searched frantically in every corner of the hall, and kept muttering Rorick's name. The voice echoed in the empty hall with endless anxiety.

At the same time, a suffocating atmosphere of tension permeated the underground cleaning room. The dim and flickering lights seemed to be extinguished at any time, shrouding the entire space in a weird atmosphere. The walls were covered with mottled water stains, like twisted ghost faces, silently laughing at the people in the room. The wet ground exuded a pungent odor, a mixture of detergent and rust, which made people want to vomit.

"I know how to use a gun, don't come over here." Rorick's voice trembled in this small space, with obvious fear and panic. He held the gun handle tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his arms were shaking slightly. He pointed the gun at Long Zhan, trying to use the gun to stop Long Zhan from approaching. His eyes were full of panic, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, dripping onto the stained ground and disappearing in an instant.

However, for Long Zhan, Rorick's threats had no effect. Long Zhan walked towards him steadily, each step was firm and powerful, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty cleaning room. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon, staring at the gun in Rorick's hand, as if it was just a harmless toy. He said as he walked: "Knowing that using a gun is useless is completely different from actually shooting and killing people." Long Zhan's voice was low and steady, and he seemed particularly calm in this tense atmosphere, like a bottomless lake, without a single ripple.

Seeing that his threats had no effect on Long Zhan, Luo Ruike's finger trembled slightly on the trigger, and his inner fear and hesitation reached a peak. His breathing was rapid and heavy, and his chest rose and fell violently, like a worn-out bellows. He really didn't dare to shoot Long Zhan. The thought of killing him was like a terrible demon in his heart, making him full of struggle. Suddenly, he made an amazing move! He suddenly retracted the muzzle of the gun pointed at Long Zhan and pressed it under his chin. Although he didn't say anything, his resolute expression had already given the answer - if you dare to get closer, I will shoot myself to death, so that you can't use me!

"Ok! Ok! Relax." Long Zhan's voice was still low and steady. He was not frightened by Luo Ruike's actions. He knew very well that he couldn't let Luo Ruike's emotions get too excited. After all, he still had to rely on his active cooperation. Long Zhan raised his hands slightly, made a soothing gesture, and tried to show a gentle expression on his face, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. Then, in order to show that his threat was useless, he pointed at his gun and reminded him: "Your safety is not off, and it's useless for you to shoot."

Luo Ruike really thought that he had not turned off the safety, and foolishly took the gun down to look at it. He quickly moved his eyes away from Long Zhan and looked at the gun in his hand eagerly, his eyes full of confusion and panic. Little did he know that this was a trick played by Long Zhan, and for such a young man who had not been beaten by society, such a trick was very useful.

Luo Ruike had just removed the muzzle of the gun from his neck, and had not yet seen the safety position of the gun. Long Zhan rushed forward like an agile cheetah. His movements were smooth, handsome and skillful. He took a step forward, quickly grabbed Luo Ruike's wrist holding the gun with his right hand, twisted it hard, and at the same time, took the pistol with his left hand. In an instant, the gun in Luo Ruike's hand was in Long Zhan's hand.

Luo Ruike saw that he had fallen into Long Zhan's trap so easily and his gun had been taken away, and he completely collapsed. He rushed to the wall with a painful look on his face, and pounded the wall with both hands, shouting in pain while pounding, his voice full of unwillingness and despair. His palms soon turned red, and some places even had their skin scratched and bled, but he seemed to feel no pain and continued to pound the wall, as if only in this way could he vent his inner anger and humiliation. "If you dare to touch me, my father will kill your whole family." Luo Ruike could only drag his father out and threaten him, with a tremor in his voice, which was a sign of being fierce on the outside but weak on the inside. His body trembled slightly, and he leaned against the wall, his eyes revealed a hint of ferocity, but more of it was powerlessness and fear.

Long Zhan was not threatened by him at all. Instead, he said sarcastically, "Just like killing your boyfriend, just shoot him in the head?" These words were like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Luo Ruik's heart, making his heart shrink suddenly.

Rorick, who was still roaring with anger a second ago, calmed down instantly, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on his head. His boyfriend was shot dead by his father on the spot. This has become the biggest pain in Rorick's heart, leaving an irreparable scar between him and his father. His eyes dimmed instantly, and the anger and ferocity on his face disappeared, replaced by deep pain and sadness. He slowly slid down to sit on the ground, holding his head with both hands, and his body kept shaking, as if being blown by an invisible cold wind.

Long Zhan deliberately brought up this incident in order to turn this scar into a bloody wound. Seeing that Luo Ruike's expression was not right, he was obviously hit, and his defenses had a loophole. He immediately seized the opportunity and continued, "Your friend said that if I help, my dad won't be hurt. As long as you cooperate, he won't be hurt, I can guarantee you that." Long Zhan squatted down slightly, looking at Luo Ruike level, trying to make him feel his sincerity. His voice was low and sincere, and it seemed to bring a ray of hope in this depressing environment.

Their mission is to retrieve the virus weapon, not necessarily to kill Mike. And even if we take a step back, Long Zhan and his men will only hand Mike over to law enforcement agencies after they catch him, and they will not harm his father Mike. Of course, the premise is that Mike does not cause trouble, if he does, I can't guarantee it.

"But what if I want him to get hurt?" When Luo Ruike said this, Long Zhan was really a little surprised. Long Zhan frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, looking up and down at Luo Ruike, as if he wanted to find the answer from his face.

Unexpectedly, the gap between them was much bigger than he imagined. As a son, he actually wanted his father to be injured or even killed. This also shows how important the murdered boyfriend was in Luo Ruike's heart.

"He is your father." Long Zhan said with a strange look in his eyes, with a hint of confusion and doubt in his tone. He really couldn't understand why a son would want his father to be hurt.

"So what?" Luo Ruike's eyes were firm, and he had obviously made a decision in his heart. He raised his head and looked directly into Long Zhan's eyes, without a trace of hesitation, as if he had been thinking about this decision for a long time, and now he had finally made up his mind to say it out loud.

"If you want this result, we can also make arrangements for you. In exchange, you need to tell us where the virus weapons are hidden." As a son, Long Zhan has already made a decision, and he readily agreed. Long Zhan stood up, folded his hands in front of his chest, and his eyes revealed a hint of expectation, as if he had seen the dawn of success in the mission.

"I don't know where it is hidden. I only know that there is a deal today and I want to participate. It's time to show my manliness." Luo Ruike replied. He slowly stood up, patted the dust off his body, and his expression gradually became resolute. He seemed to have walked out of the pain just now and had a new goal in his mind, which was to prove himself in this deal and to avenge his boyfriend.

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In the dim slaughterhouse filled with a foul smell, the smell of blood and the remaining stench of livestock intertwined to form a disgusting pungent smell. Long Zhan stared at Luo Ruike in front of him with a sharp gaze. From his eyes that seemed to be poisoned, he clearly caught the undisguised murderous intent. It was a hatred that went deep into the bone marrow, as if it wanted to burn the whole world to ashes, and the spearhead of this hatred was directly pointed at his father, Mike.

Long Zhan knew that Luo Ruike was not bluffing, he really wanted to kill his father. Long Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, weighing the pros and cons in his mind, and then without saying a word, he took out a micro tracker from his arms and handed it to Luo Ruike. This tracker, like a key chess piece, was about to change the entire situation.

"This is a tracker. Press it to activate it. You just need to press it. We will take care of the rest. I will follow your plan exactly as you planned." Long Zhan's voice was deep and powerful. In this gloomy environment of the slaughterhouse, it was as clear as a bell. (End of this chapter)