The film starts with the Navy SEALs

His years of experience in the mafia family taught him that sometimes in order to survive, he had to make some risky decisions, even if this decision might put him in an irretrievable situation.

So he took a deep breath and said, "I will negotiate this deal and maybe I can make up for it." There was a determination in his eyes, as if he was ready to die. For the sake of his family, he was willing to use up his last bit of strength, even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, he would never back down.

"I believe you." Ariana gave Mike an affirmative look, tears flashing in her eyes. She took the initiative to kiss him to give him the strength of love. At this critical moment of life and death, they can only rely on each other and face the coming storm together. At this moment, this kiss is full of affection and encouragement, and also full of expectations for the future. I hope they can work together to get through this difficult time and usher in the rebirth of the family.

Betrayal and choice

Inside the B team's safe house, the lights were dim and dark, casting circles of light on the dusty ceiling. Various maps and mission briefings were posted on the walls, slightly yellowed by the erosion of time and wind and rain. Various guns were neatly arranged on the weapon racks around, and the cold and hard metallic luster flickered under the lights, filled with a solemn atmosphere. The air in the room seemed to be frozen, filled with tension and solemnity, and everyone's face was filled with worry and expectation for the upcoming mission.

"Will his son cooperate?" Colonel Kechuan's brows were twisted into a "chuan" shape, and his eyes revealed deep suspicion. He stared at Long Zhan like a torch, as if he wanted to see everything from his expression. This question was like a heavy stone, weighing heavily on everyone's heart, making everyone feel a little breathless.

Long Zhan frowned slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but in just a moment, he regained his determination. He coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said slowly: "It should be possible." In fact, he was unsure, just like a lonely boat drifting in the vast ocean, without a clear direction, and could only move forward with a glimmer of hope. But at this moment, they have fallen into a desperate situation, just like lambs surrounded by wolves, with no other way out. The only thing they can hope for is that Luo Ruike can betray his father.

"I hope your feeling is correct." Colonel Coltrane sighed helplessly, with a hint of fatigue and expectation in his voice. He turned around and walked towards Stonebridge, who was concentrating on preparing the car with a steady but slightly heavy step. Stonebridge was burly and strong, with muscles looming under the tight combat uniform, like a towering mountain. He was concentrating on checking the performance of the vehicle. The wrench turned flexibly in his hand, making a crisp and rhythmic sound, as if he was playing a tense prelude to the war.

"Have you considered my suggestion?" Colonel Coltrane's voice was low and gentle, like an elder patiently asking a younger person.

Stonebridge stopped what he was doing and turned around slowly, a look of hesitation on his face. He scratched his head, leaving a greasy mark on his forehead, and said, "I'm still thinking about it, boss."

At this time, Norman poked his head out from the side like a naughty monkey, with a bright smile on his face, and said loudly: "He will agree, he is the material to be an officer." Norman is thin but full of energy. His optimism is like a ray of light, which always brings a touch of relaxation in the dull atmosphere.

Sergei also came over with a smile. He was tall and walked with a steady momentum. Every step he took seemed to make the ground shake slightly. He tapped Stonebeach's chest lightly and said, "At least, I am happy to obey you, my superior." Sergei's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the room like a bell.

Stonebridge looked at his teammates who trusted him, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart, and his eyes became slightly moist. His eyes gradually became firm, he took a deep breath, held his chest high, and said, "Okay, I'll go for training."

"Congratulations, man. This is great news. You should buy us a few drinks." Long Zhan said, smiling like a blooming flower. His words immediately attracted the approval of the crowd. The tense and depressing atmosphere relaxed instantly. The laughter of the crowd echoed in the room, temporarily dispelling the gloom.

"It's up to you where you want to go." Stonebridge agreed generously, with a confident smile on his face, as if he had already seen the scene of gathering together with his teammates for a drink.

"Very good." Colonel Coltrane nodded with satisfaction, a gratified smile on his face. He patted Stonebridge on the shoulder and said, "Put this matter aside for now and concentrate on completing this mission."

"Of course." Stonebridge nodded firmly, his eyes revealing his focus and determination on the mission, as if announcing to everyone that he would do his best to complete the task.

"Once Rorick activates the tracker, we'll set out to chase him." Colonel Coltrane gave the order. His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the safe house like a huge bell, full of unquestionable majesty.

"No problem, sir." Everyone answered in unison. Their voices were neat and loud, full of fighting spirit, as if they were a group of fearless warriors about to go to the battlefield.

When Stonebridge returned to change his equipment, Norman followed him in like a happy little bird. He walked up to Stonebridge and said with a smile on his face, "You just performed very well and maturely." Norman's eyes sparkled with sincere appreciation.

"He owes me a lot of beer now." Long Zhan also came in with a teasing smile on his face and a cunning light in his eyes, as if he had already seen the lively scene when Stonebridge was treating everyone.

"You're indispensable, bastard." Stonebridge responded with a smile on his face. In this dangerous battlefield, the friendship between teammates is particularly precious. They are like a family, supporting each other and facing all difficulties together.

"If you really go, I might not be able to adapt. It feels like a family is separated. Are you used to it?" Norman asked with concern. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a worried look. After working together for so long, they have become as close as family. The sudden separation made Norman feel reluctant and worried. "Don't worry about me, little one." Stonebridge smiled confidently. He patted Norman on the shoulder with a look of comfort in his eyes. His palm was broad and warm, conveying strength and peace of mind. Everyone smiled at each other and didn't say anything more, but the friendship between them was conveyed in this simple look, deep and long.

……

Under an overpass in the suburbs, the atmosphere was oppressive and eerie. The sky was overcast, and the heavy clouds seemed to be pressing down at any time, making it hard to breathe. The wind was howling in the empty suburbs, blowing through the vehicles under the overpass, making a humming sound, as if it was a whisper from hell, full of ominous premonitions.

Mike's face was hit with a two-centimeter-long cut, the skin at the wound was rolled outward, the blood had coagulated, leaving a shocking blood mark on his face. He simply taped it and ignored it. At this time, his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and his knuckles turned white because of the force, as if he wanted to crush the steering wheel. He slowly drove the car under the overpass, and the wheels rubbed against the rough ground, making a harsh sound, breaking the silence of the suburbs.

His son Rorik sat in the passenger seat, his eyes revealing a bit of complexity. His fingers tapped on his knees restlessly, his heart full of contradictions and struggles. Looking at his father's serious profile, his heart was like a pot of mixed feelings. He was dissatisfied and angry about some of his father's behaviors, but it was difficult to give up the blood-thicker-than-water family ties. At this moment, he was like a trapped beast in a cage, unable to find a way out.

A black car was parked under the overpass. The car body was shining coldly in the dim light, like a lurking beast. The situation inside the car was unknown. It was like a mysterious black hole, hiding countless secrets and dangers. Mike only knew that this was the place to discuss the deal, but he was full of vigilance in his heart. Every nerve was tense, ready to deal with any possible emergency at any time.

"You stay in the car." Mike's voice was low and cold, like the cold wind in winter, which made people shudder. He only brought his son with him this time, and he was very cautious about this transaction. He turned his head and looked at Rorick deeply, his eyes contained worry, concern and a little bit of reluctance, as if he wanted to engrave his son's appearance in his heart. After telling his son not to run around, Mike slowly got out of the car.

His steps were steady and firm, and every step seemed to be based on his own heartbeat. He walked straight to the cab opposite, stretched out his hand, and knocked on the glass twice. The crisp knocking sound was particularly loud in the quiet suburbs, as if it was a signal to break the peace and also sounded the bell of fate.

Luo Ruike sat in the car, his eyes fixed on his father. He watched his father start talking to the person who rolled down the window, and his uneasiness became stronger and stronger. His hand unconsciously reached into his trouser pocket and touched the tracker. The small tracker seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at this moment, and it made his hand tremble slightly. In his mind, there kept appearing scenes of his contact with Long Zhan and others, their promises, their plans, and the possible consequences. At the same time, his father's figure kept flashing in his mind, his father's severity, his father's love, and his father's behaviors that he could not understand.

He held the tracker in his hand with a complicated look. His eyes were full of hesitation and pain, as if he was making a difficult decision, a decision that concerned his family, his future, and even his soul. His heart was struggling painfully, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. For more than ten seconds, his hands were shaking slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Each drop of sweat carried his inner torment. Finally, he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and slowly pressed the button on it. At that moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss, not knowing what was waiting for him.

At the moment when Rorick pressed the button, a reminder that the tracker had been activated immediately appeared on Chetri's computer screen on Team B. A sharp reminder sounded in the safe house, breaking the original calm, as if the horn of battle had been blown.

"Boss, Rorik has activated the tracker." Chettri immediately informed the whole audience, with a hint of excitement and nervousness in his voice. His fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, and the data on the screen kept jumping, as if telling the upcoming action.

"It seems he has figured it out." Long Zhan's eyes flashed with excitement. He couldn't wait. His equipment was already ready. The gun in his hand seemed to be his closest friend, giving him strength and courage. He picked up the gun and stood up. He exuded a strong fighting spirit, as if he could go into battle at any time to meet unknown challenges.

"Let's go." Colonel Coltrane gave the order, his voice concise and powerful, full of the majesty of a commander. Everyone moved quickly, like a well-trained cheetah, running towards the target location swiftly and quickly. Their footsteps were neat and powerful, as if they were playing an exciting war song.

……

Under the overpass.

Luo Ruike put the tracker on the chair and didn't dare to carry it with him any longer, fearing that his father would find out. He stared at his father who was talking to the buyer nearby, and his anxiety became stronger and stronger. His heartbeat accelerated sharply, as if it was about to jump out of his throat, and every breath became heavy and difficult.

After half a minute of conversation, Mike strode over, opened the car door, and said with a hint of anxiety in his voice, "Get out of the car."

"What are you going to do?" Luo Ruike asked in confusion, with a hint of fear and uneasiness in his eyes. He didn't know what his father was going to take him to do, but his intuition told him that things might go in a bad direction, and an ominous premonition enveloped him.

"Just get out of the car." Mike didn't explain anything. His tone was tough and resolute, and he left no room for doubt. He reached out and grabbed Rorick's arm, trying to pull him out of the car. His palm was strong and rough, causing Rorick to feel a pain.

Luo Ruike couldn't stand up to his father, so he could only get out of the car and stand beside it without moving. Mike pulled hard, but Luo Ruike stubbornly didn't move. His heart was full of contradictions, he didn't want to betray his father, but he didn't want to break the agreement with Long Zhan. He felt like a chess piece played by fate, caught in a dilemma. (End of this chapter)