The film starts with the Navy SEALs

The man in the baseball cap hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashed with a trace of struggle and hesitation, and his heart was fighting fiercely between fear and loyalty. In the end, he made an inner decision and murmured, "Everyone told me that he would change everything in the world." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was a whisper coming from the darkness, with a hint of confusion and helplessness.

"I don't want to hear this nonsense. Tell me the intelligence you know." Stonebridge sternly scolded, his voice echoing in the dim corridor, full of majesty. He moved his face close to the man, staring at him so hard that the man dared not look him in the eye.

"Zayev and Mach are brothers. Their parents died during the turmoil and were massacred. The UN soldiers comforted them with candies. Can you imagine the scene? There were corpses everywhere, the stench was overwhelming, and there were pink candies. That's all I know." The man in the baseball cap finished speaking in one breath, with a look of relief on his face, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart. His shoulders drooped slightly, and his body relaxed a little, as if he felt a little relieved after telling this secret.

After hearing this, Stonebridge felt disappointed. Although these events from more than a decade ago sounded painful, they had no practical significance for the mission they were carrying out. He glared at the man fiercely and said, "You should know more. Stay here and wait for me to come back." His eyes were full of dissatisfaction and suspicion, and he was not satisfied with the man's answer.

Stonebridge locked the baseball man in the chair and patted his face. The action seemed relaxed, but it actually carried a hint of warning. Then, he quickly stood up and walked towards the station. His back was firm and resolute, as if he had endless power. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step was full of determination, thinking in his heart that he must catch up with the train as soon as possible and complete the task.

"You are wrong. You can't come back." The man in the baseball cap laughed at Stonebridge coldly, with a strange sense of pride in his voice. The next second, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted in fear: "Help, someone save me." His voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the empty corridor, breaking the original silence. His face was full of fear, his eyes were wide open, and he looked around, hoping that someone would come to save him.

His shouting really worked, and soon attracted the police at the station. The footsteps of the police came closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer. Stonebridge couldn't do anything about him at the moment, after all, the main target was on the train. Seeing the police running over, he could only temporarily ignore the man in the baseball cap, secretly annoyed in his heart, but had to let it go first. He gave the man a fierce look, then turned around and left quickly, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Colonel Coltrane ran at top speed, his figure weaving through the crowd like a black lightning. His breathing was rapid, he gasped for air, his back was soaked with sweat, and his clothes were tightly attached to his body. But he did not slow down at all, with only one thought in his mind: he must catch the train. After hurrying and hurrying, he finally jumped onto the train a second before it started. His heart was beating violently, his chest was heaving violently, he was gasping for air, but his eyes were full of determination and fearlessness. He quickly adjusted his breathing, vigilantly observed the surrounding environment, and was ready to respond to possible dangers at any time.

"We are behind you, almost there." Long Zhan informed Colonel Kechuan by radio, with a hint of anxiety in his voice. Behind him were Novin and Sergei, who were also running desperately, trying to catch up with the train that was getting farther and farther away. Their footsteps were hurried and heavy, and the ground was thumping under their feet. Sweat kept coming out of their foreheads, sliding down their cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

Unfortunately, they were still a step behind. When they arrived at the platform, the train had already gone several dozen meters away. Although the train was not very fast, it was already impossible to catch up with it on foot. They looked at the train going away, feeling helpless and anxious. Long Zhan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes revealing unwillingness; Norman kept stamping his feet and muttering; Sergei frowned, thinking about the next plan.

"We have to catch up?" Nowen was worried that Colonel Coltrane would be in the car alone and would not be able to fight the enemy on the car. He urged everyone eagerly, his eyes full of worry and determination. His voice was trembling, with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness.

"There are no roads within the next ten kilometers, and the train will pass over bridges and ditches." Chhetri calmly analyzed on the radio, and his voice was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the radio waves. He sat in the car, staring at the map, and his fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, providing key information to his teammates.

"Sergey, Novin, you guys drive to catch up, Long, come with me, I have an idea." Stonebitch was the last one to arrive. When he saw the train was only a little bit left, a glimmer of inspiration flashed in his eyes. He ran out of the platform with firm and powerful steps, as if he had already thought of a way to catch up with the train. His figure quickly shuttled through the crowd and ran towards the direction where the train stopped.

On the train.

Colonel Coltrane carefully searched each carriage, his steps were light and cautious, and he tried not to make any noise with each step. He observed every corner and every passenger with sharp eyes, not missing any suspicious signs. Soon, he found one of his targets. His heartbeat accelerated slightly, and a hint of excitement and vigilance flashed in his eyes. His hand unconsciously rested on the weapon at his waist, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Then, he reported by radio: "I have seen target number three and two followers. I will attack immediately when I see the package." His voice was low and firm, full of confidence and determination. His eyes were fixed on the target, waiting for the best time to attack.

"We are trying to catch up." Sergei answered while driving, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, trying to find a chance to catch up with the train on the winding road. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he was nervously watching the road conditions, hoping to meet up with Colonel Coltrane as soon as possible.

"Stonbridge, what's going on over there?" Colonel Coltrane asked, with a hint of concern and anxiety in his voice. He needed to know the situation of his teammates in order to better formulate the next action plan. He frowned slightly, waiting for Stonebridge's reply, silently praying in his heart that everything would go well.

"One minute! Getting on the train." Stonebridge responded to the radio eagerly, and took big strides towards the train on the track. His steps were quick and powerful, as if every step was on the node of time. Long Zhan followed closely behind him, also in a hurry, and the two figures were stretched out in the sun.

The "good idea" that Stonebridge came up with was to use this small train to chase the target. At this moment, this seemingly inconspicuous small train carried their urgent hopes.

Stonebridge stepped onto the train in one step and rushed straight to the driver who was sitting in the driver's seat and leisurely eating bread, and shouted: "Hey, the break time is over, we want to take a ride!" His voice echoed in the narrow carriage with unquestionable toughness.

The driver frowned, his eyes full of displeasure, and responded unhappily: "I didn't receive any notice." Obviously, he was not going to agree to this sudden request easily.

"Drive." Long Zhan didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with him. The simplest and most direct way to communicate was to take out the gun from his waist. He moved quickly and pointed the black muzzle of the gun directly at the driver. The driver's eyes were instantly attracted by the gun in Long Zhan's hand, and then he looked up and saw Long Zhan's burly figure. The whole person froze as if he was cast under a spell, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were instantly filled with fear. Bullets don't have eyes, and at this critical moment, he didn't want to lose his life in vain.

The driver was very sensible, and quickly put down the bread and started the train with trembling hands. The engine made a low roar, and the train slowly began to move.

"Speed ​​up, quick, full speed ahead!" Stonebridge anxiously asked the driver to speed up, and at the same time loudly announced into the radio: "Everyone, we are already in the car, boss, you have to hold on, we still have to chase for a while, this is already the fastest speed." His voice was slightly inflected due to anxiety.

"Got it. I may have to act alone." The train slowly drove into the dark tunnel. There was no light in the carriage. Colonel Coltrane's face became increasingly dim in the darkness, but his outline was resolute. After saying that, he reached out and groped in the darkness, carefully left the room, and walked firmly towards the location where he found the target.

The tunnel was filled with a damp and stale smell. The "clang clang clang" sound of the train wheels rubbing against the rails echoed in the narrow space, as if beating on Colonel Coltrane's tense nerves. In the darkness, he could feel his heartbeat particularly clear in the silence, and every step he took was cautious and firm.

However, not long after they left the train, they came out of a tunnel. The dazzling sunlight shone through the window like a sharp sword, instantly illuminating the dark space. At this moment of alternation between light and darkness, just like a thrilling scene in a movie, the door of the room next to them was knocked open with a bang, and a strong man with a bear-like figure rushed out like a tiger pouncing on its prey. In the blink of an eye, he stretched out his strong arms and locked Colonel Coltrane's neck.

Colonel Kechuan was startled and just as he was about to struggle, another person rushed out of the room. The two men attacked from the front and back, cooperating well. Even though Colonel Kechuan had all kinds of martial arts, he had no power to resist at this time. He was instantly firmly controlled by the two men and became a prisoner helplessly.

The two men were obviously well-trained. The one in front tightly controlled Colonel Coltrane, while the one behind quickly stepped forward to search him. The dagger and pistol that Colonel Coltrane was carrying were found and taken away by the two men in the blink of an eye. He himself was also pinned to his seat, unable to move at all.

Just when Colonel Coltrane was controlled, Mike suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost. Mike sat down in the chair opposite Colonel Coltrane slowly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, and said slowly: "If you don't want to suffer, I suggest you don't struggle, we can sit down and talk about something else."

"OKOK." At this point, Colonel Kechuan knew that there was no room for resistance, so he raised his hands helplessly to show that he was willing to cooperate.

Seeing that Colonel Kechuan was no longer struggling, the two strong men who were controlling him let go and pushed him into the corridor next to his seat.

"You shouldn't bother my son." Mike said coldly, his words revealing deep dissatisfaction and anger.

"We didn't hurt him, we just talked about viral weapons. You should be smart. I don't judge people by appearance. You don't trust the buyer, so you chose to meet on the train to avoid an assassination. I think you installed a tracker on the chemical weapons to prevent thieves from attacking you." Colonel Kechuan said calmly, every word was clear and powerful, as if he knew Mike's thoughts very well.

"Like you said, don't judge a book by its cover." Mike retorted, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"I am willing to negotiate, and I can even support you. You can keep the money, and we only want the virus weapons." Colonel Kechuan put forward his negotiation conditions, with a hint of confidence in his tone that could not be refused. And this condition was indeed very tempting to Mike.

Mike knew that what he really wanted was not chemical weapons, but money. Because his wife killed Veronie, he urgently needed a large sum of money to solve the subsequent troubles, so that he could save his family and have hope of survival. Otherwise, what awaited his whole family would be death.

However, when he thought about his son being used as a breakthrough point by the other party, Mike's anger was hard to calm down. Besides, he was a mafia boss after all, and he still had to save face in front of his subordinates. So, although he was very tempted, Mike frowned and said coldly: "I'm sorry, you touched my son, we can't talk."

After saying that, he turned to his men beside him and ordered: "The guest will be here soon, take him to the back carriage and deal with him, don't make any noise." Mike's words were undoubtedly a death sentence for Colonel Coltrane.

The reason why Colonel Coltrane was not killed here was because the buyer was about to arrive, and Mike didn't want the carriage to be stained with blood, which would affect the subsequent transaction. But it was precisely this decision that gave Colonel Coltrane the opportunity to resist.

Colonel Kechuan was secretly calculating in his mind, but on the surface he pretended to be completely helpless, and cooperated by allowing his men to pull him up from the chair and push him to the back car.

Mike watched Colonel Coltrane being dragged away, with a complex look in his eyes. He was tempted by the conditions offered by Colonel Coltrane, but he did not regret his decision. (End of this chapter)