The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Mike thought his son was angry, so he turned serious and stared into Rorick's eyes, saying, "Your grandfather was cynical, angry at his enemies and life, and couldn't let go even before he died. I am determined not to repeat the same mistakes. Everything I do now is to protect you, so don't expect me to apologize for this." Mike's so-called apology was for shooting Rorick's boyfriend. Thinking of that incident, Mike's eyes flashed with a trace of guilt, but it was quickly replaced by determination. He firmly believed that what he did was for the good of his son.

Luo Ruike let his father talk, and even looked away, like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. In fact, his heart was in turmoil, and he tried to keep himself calm and not let his father see that he was guilty. His fingers clenched unconsciously, and his nails dug deep into his palms, trying to calm himself down with the pain. This expressionless look helped him, so that he would not be exposed because of his guilty conscience.

Mike didn't see the problem and thought his son was just sulking. A trace of guilt and helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he hugged Rorick again. His embrace was warm and strong, but Rorick felt like he was imprisoned in a cage and couldn't break free.

Then, Mike suddenly explained: "I don't believe in these bastard warriors, so I don't want you to take any risks. He will take you home." There was a hint of fatigue and helplessness in Mike's voice. He looked at Rorick, his eyes full of fatherly love and worry. He hoped that his son could stay away from danger and live a peaceful life.

Luo Ruike had been expressionless, but when he heard his father's caring words, his cold-blooded heart was unconsciously warmed up again. His eyes were slightly moist, and the conflict in his heart became more intense. He remembered his father's love for him when he was a child. Those warm moments were like sharp swords, piercing his heart. He began to doubt whether his decision was correct. Is betraying his father really the only way out?

Especially when he saw his father asked him to sit in the car opposite, but his father got in the car coming over. Luo Ruike thought that his locator was in this car. Once his father drove this car to trade, according to the agreement between him and Long Zhan, his father would probably die there. This thought was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard, making him feel a sharp pain.

Luo Ruike couldn't bear it anymore, and his heart was struggling painfully. He turned around, his lips trembling slightly, and shouted: "Wait a minute..." His voice was trembling, full of hesitation and reluctance.

"Go home, son." Mike interrupted Rorick, his voice carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty. He didn't give him another chance to speak, and drove straight to the transaction location. Mike also had his own insistence in his heart. He didn't want his son to be involved in this dangerous transaction, and he wanted to protect his son in his own way.

Rorick wanted to call his father, but he was afraid that he would be beaten if he was exposed. His throat seemed to be choked by something. He hesitated for a long time, but finally did not say anything. He just stood there, watching Mike drive away, until the car disappeared from his sight, leaving only a cloud of dust flying in the wind. His tears finally burst out, slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the dry ground, and disappeared in an instant, as if his pain and struggle were also swallowed by the earth.

The atmosphere in the car of Group B, which had already set off, was so heavy that it was almost suffocating. The car sped along the winding road, and the engine emitted a dull and continuous roar, as if an angry beast was roaring in a low voice. The scenery outside the window passed by quickly like a blurred phantom, but everyone in the car stared at the on-board tracking device. The flashing and jumping cursor was like the only spark of hope in the dark abyss, attracting all their attention. Long Zhan's fingers tapped lightly on his knees unconsciously, and his eyes revealed anxiety and concentration; Stonebeach clenched his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles turned white due to the force; Novin occasionally looked at the tracker, his lips moved slightly, as if he was praying silently; Sergei stared at the road ahead, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his hands were firmly controlling the steering wheel, but his inner tension could still be felt from his rapid breathing.

Ten minutes later, the vehicle stopped steadily outside the train station. The train station looked weathered, with mottled and peeling bricks and stones on the outer wall, covered with traces of erosion by the years. People were coming and going around, and the noisy voices, the creaking of suitcase wheels rolling on the ground, and the whistles of trains entering and leaving the station intertwined to form a noisy sound wave. When Stonebridge and Long Zhan and his group quickly jumped off the car, they immediately realized with their keen intuition that the target person in the car had disappeared. Without much thought, everyone knew that the target was most likely hidden in this intricate, maze-like train station.

Long Zhan gave the order without hesitation, and the group immediately dispersed like a group of well-trained hounds with a keen sense of smell, and started a meticulous search in every corner of the train station. Their eyes were as sharp as eagles, not letting go of any suspicious corners or any strange figures. Long Zhan shuttled through the bustling crowd, his posture was agile and agile, his eyes were like torches, and he kept scanning the surroundings; Stonebeach strode towards the waiting hall, every step was steady and powerful, his eyes were vigilantly observing the surroundings, not letting go of any abnormality; Novin was like a flexible little monkey, quickly shuttling through the gaps in the crowd, stopping from time to time, carefully looking at everyone around him; Sergei walked towards the exit of the train station, his tall figure was particularly conspicuous in the crowd, his eyes were firm and focused, and he carefully checked every possible exit.

"Attention, all units. The target has entered the field. Be careful inside and outside. The transaction must be taking place somewhere." Colonel Kechuan's voice came through the radio, clear, steady and firm, and reached everyone's ears. The voice was like the sound of a huge bell, and it seemed to inject everyone with a shot of adrenaline, which instantly lifted everyone's spirits. After hearing this, everyone could not help but speed up their pace of action. Their steps became more hurried, their expressions became more alert, and they exuded an aura of being ready to fight at any time.

Stonebridge walked forward quickly for a short distance, and suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a man wearing a long-brimmed cap on the right. The man's behavior was extremely strange, his eyes were evasive and wandering, and he kept looking left and right, like a frightened rabbit, always alert to the dangers around him, and seemed to be eagerly looking for something crucial. Stonebridge's heart immediately sounded alarm bells. His years of rich combat experience and keen intuition told him that this man was definitely not simple, and it was very likely that he had a close relationship with the target they were tracking.

"See a suspicious person, go and intercept him." Stonebridge lowered his voice and quickly reported the situation on the radio. His voice was low and powerful, revealing an unquestionable decisiveness. Then, he chased in the direction of the man without hesitation. His steps were light and fast, like a cheetah chasing prey, and every step was full of strength and determination. His figure quickly shuttled through the crowd, attracting the attention of people around him, but he didn't care at all, and only had eyes for the suspicious target.

Passing through a slightly shabby door with peeling paint, Stonebridge came to the back corridor. The light here was dim, filled with an old and decayed atmosphere, and the lights on the wall flickered, as if they would go out at any time. Stonebridge watched the surroundings vigilantly, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and did not miss any corners that might hide people. However, the man in the long-tongued baseball cap who had just fled in front suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if he was swallowed by the darkness, leaving no trace. Stonebridge frowned tightly, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart. He quickened his pace, his steps became more and more rapid, and his eyes were fixed on everything around him, not missing any slight movement. As a result, when he walked to the shared locker, the man in the baseball cap suddenly rushed out like a ghost suddenly emerging from the darkness. His attack was swift and fierce, with a desperate ruthlessness, and he aimed his fist directly at Stonebridge's head, and the fist wind whistled, as if to tear the air apart. However, he really underestimated Stonebridge's strength. In front of a veteran like Stonebridge who had fought hundreds of battles and had rich experience, his attack was like a child's fight, weak and powerless, and could not withstand a single blow. Stonebridge slightly tilted his body, and his movements were agile and smooth, easily dodging the fatal punch.

Then, Stonebridge launched a counterattack. His eyes were as sharp as lightning, revealing determination and ruthlessness. Without hesitation, he punched the man in the heart with a powerful punch. This punch contained great power, condensing Stonebridge's whole body strength. The man in the baseball cap couldn't bear it at all. He immediately held his stomach and knelt down in pain, with a painful and twisted expression on his face and a painful groan. His body curled up into a ball, and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead and sliding down his cheeks.

Stonebridge quickly took out his cell phone, opened the album skillfully, and pulled out a photo. He held it in front of the man and asked sternly, "This is you, right? You are Mach's subordinate, right?" His voice was low and majestic, full of oppression, as if it could penetrate the man's soul. He stared at the man's eyes, trying to find a clue to the truth from there.

"Don't hurt me." The baseball cap man was still frightened by the blow. He lay on the ground and begged for mercy from Stonebridge in a trembling voice, with fear written all over his face. His body kept shaking, and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"That depends on the situation. I want the details of this meeting. I don't have time to mess with you. If you don't tell me, don't blame me." Stonebridge's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness. He lifted the man up angrily, then pressed him against the wall and interrogated him. His hands were like iron pliers, tightly grasping the man's shoulders, making the man unable to move. His body was tightly pressed against the man, suppressing him with his momentum.

"Who are you? Are you a policeman?" The man in the baseball cap did not answer Stonebridge's question, but asked tremblingly, his eyes full of doubt and fear. His voice was trembling, with a hint of crying, as if he was expecting an answer that would reassure him.

"No." Stonebridge denied it succinctly, without a trace of emotion in his voice, as cold as frost in winter. He looked at the man indifferently, as if he was looking at an insignificant object.

"You are a soldier, that's right, you are a soldier, and bad things happen when you come, ordering us to do things and interfering with our lives." The man in the baseball cap who was just begging for mercy suddenly changed his attitude 180 degrees after learning that Stonebridge was a soldier. There was a trace of disdain and sarcasm on his face, and he began to make all kinds of sarcastic remarks, as if he had forgotten that he was still under Stonebridge's control. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer, and his eyes were full of provocation.

"If you want to buy virus and chemical weapons, don't talk about morality to me. You are not qualified." Stonebridge angrily retorted to the baseball cap man while quickly searching his body. His movements were agile and skillful, and he did not miss any place that might hide clues. His hands quickly wandered over the man's body, from his shirt pocket to his trouser pockets, from his collar to his cuffs, carefully checking every corner. Sure enough, he found a train ticket in the man's underwear pocket.

"Found it, 15:05, the train from Tirana to Shude." Stonebeach suppressed his excitement and reported it clearly to others through the radio, with a hint of subtle nervousness in his voice. His fingers tightly grasped the phone, as if holding an invaluable treasure.

"Ok, I'm here, I'll be right there." Colonel Coltrane looked at the slightly worn and blurred signboards around him, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He immediately strode towards the platform. His steps were quick and powerful, and every step seemed to be on the drumbeat of fate. His figure quickly shuttled through the crowd, causing people around him to avoid him.

"Sit down, bastard." Someone was tracking the train, and Stonebridge was now focused on the man in the baseball cap. He grabbed the man's collar tightly, like holding a chicken, and threw him on the stool viciously. The man's body fell heavily on the stool, making a dull sound, and the stool also shook a few times.

While skillfully tying the man's hands with a bandage, Stonebridge said viciously, "If you want to leave here alive, tell me about Zaev." His eyes were like sharp blades, staring at the man's eyes, trying to find a trace of useful information from them. His voice was low and fierce, full of threats. (End of this chapter)