The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Not far behind the train, on a road almost parallel to the train tracks, Sergei and his party were driving cars, chasing at lightning speed. The roar of the car engines was deafening, like a roaring beast, and the dust raised by the wheels formed a long tail behind them. They were almost catching up, and the distance between them and the train was shortening with every second.

Mike waited for less than two minutes before the sloping-legged man with glasses, named Mach, who he had met before, walked into the car with a man wearing a turban and with a bulge around his waist, and a bald strong man.

"Let's make this quick and easy. There's no more testing and no more negotiating of terms. Just pay the money and get the goods." Mike said impatiently. His eyes flickered back and forth between the three men, revealing a sense of urgency and vigilance.

Mach did not speak immediately, but just nodded slightly to his men. The bald man understood, put the black travel bag he was carrying on the chair, and slowly unzipped it. Suddenly, a bag full of US dollars appeared in front of everyone, and the brand new banknotes exuded an attractive luster.

"Where are the goods?" It was only then that Mach spoke coldly. His face was expressionless, and it was impossible to guess his inner emotions at all.

Mike carefully checked the money in the bag, and after confirming that the amount was correct and there was no problem, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. The call did not go through, but was hung up immediately after it was dialed.

Mike's men, who were sitting in another carriage, received the signal from the boss, quickly pulled up the silver safety briefcase from under the chair, and walked carefully towards where Mike was.

Separating people and goods is indeed a good way to prevent the other party from robbing you.

Seeing Mike being so cautious, Mach's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of ambiguous smile. At this moment, the atmosphere between the two sides seemed to be tightened, reaching the most tense and intense level. Whether this transaction can be completed smoothly, or will it turn into a thrilling black-eating-black game, everyone is waiting to see, success or failure depends on this one move.

On the other side, while the transaction process had already begun, there was a glimmer of hope from Colonel Kechuan.

Mike's subordinate, who was as strong as an ox, was so confident of his superior strength that he looked down on Colonel Coltrane and did not take him seriously at all, even skipping the trouble of tying him up. This negligence gave Colonel Coltrane a chance to fight back.

Although Colonel Coltrane is not tall and not strong, he is the leader of Team B, so he must be quite capable. Just as he passed a carriage, Colonel Coltrane seized the opportunity and suddenly launched an attack when the muscular gangster reached for his pistol.

Colonel Coltrane suddenly ducked down, squatting like a cheetah, and used his elbow to hit the man's abdomen. The blow was so powerful that the man groaned and subconsciously let go of the hand that was holding Colonel Coltrane. His body also leaned forward slightly because of the severe pain. Colonel Coltrane seized this fleeting opportunity, turned around, and hit the man's chin with his knee like a cannonball. With a "crack", the man's head was pushed back, and several teeth flew out with a trace of blood.

However, although the strong man suffered a heavy blow, he quickly stabilized his body with his amazing physical fitness. He roared like a mad bull, waving his strong arms and sweeping towards Colonel Kechuan's head. Colonel Kechuan's eyes were stern, and he dodged to the side, barely avoiding the fierce blow. At the same time, he took the opportunity to grab the strong man's arm and twisted it hard, trying to subdue him. The strong man was not willing to be outdone. He clenched his other hand into a fist and hit Colonel Kechuan's ribs hard. Colonel Kechuan quickly let go of his hand and stepped back a few steps to avoid the punch.

The two fought back and forth in the narrow carriage, neither of them giving in. Every move and every style was full of strength, and the sound of fierce fighting suddenly rang out in the carriage. Colonel Kechuan saw a flaw and kicked the strong man's knee. With a crisp "crack", the strong man's kneecap seemed to be broken, and he knelt on one knee with a "thump". But he still did not give up resistance, and stretched out his hands to hug Colonel Kechuan's legs and pull him down. Colonel Kechuan reacted very quickly, jumped up quickly, turned over in the air, and landed steadily on the side.

"Captain, hold on, we'll be there soon. We've spotted the train and it's approaching." Stonebridge shouted anxiously on the radio. Unfortunately, Colonel Coltrane was so focused on fighting the burly man at the moment that he had no time to pay attention to the voice on the radio.

The strong man relied on his pure strength advantage, and each punch was powerful; while Colonel Coltrane relied on his superb personal skills to dodge flexibly and wait for an opportunity to counterattack. For a while, the two were in a stalemate, and it was difficult to tell who was better in a short period of time. This thrilling contest continued... The narrow carriage was filled with the heavy breathing of the two and the fierce fighting and collision. The air was filled with tension and danger, and every second made people nervous.

In the rainy night, the sound of metal friction cut through the silence like a sharp blade. Colonel Coltrane's tactical boots rolled over the broken glass on the ground, and the crisp sound of breaking mixed with the roar of the train in the distance. He pressed the headset tightly with his left hand, and the tactical dagger in his right hand moved between the three rows of seats. The blood on the blade fell every two seconds, spreading dark red starlight on the dark gray carpet.

"A heat source has been found in the second-to-last car." The headset crackled, and Stonebridge's Eastern European accent mixed with the noise of electricity, "It is expected that in three minutes--"

Before he finished speaking, a gray shadow suddenly rose from the shadows on the left. At the moment when Kechuan turned sideways and kicked, he caught a glimpse of the silver light of the butterfly knife from the corner of his eye. He leaned back to avoid the fatal blow, but his knee hit the corner of the table hard - in this converted cargo hold, military supply boxes were piled higher than a person, and at this moment, they were making ominous creaking sounds as the train bumped.

The sturdy man's sweeping kick brushed past his boots. Coltrane used the cargo box as a cover to roll over and stand up, and the dagger slipped out of his hand, slashing the opponent's shoulder and neck. But the stab-proof vest made the attack ineffective, and the two Glock pistols on the sturdy man's waist flashed coldly, obviously coming prepared.

"Damn it." Kechuan tore off his crooked tactical helmet, and sweat flowed down his goggles into his collar. He reached for the intercom on his waist, but was punched in the face when he pressed the call button. The smell of rust exploded in his nose, and his vision blurred. He hugged the other person's waist and abdomen with muscle memory, and used the centrifugal force of the train turning to flip him onto the pile of wooden boxes.

"Last car! Back up!" he yelled, sawdust piercing his palms. Just as he put the intercom to his lips, the sturdy man's knee hit his sternum and a fist with metal knuckles smashed down on his head. Coltrane barely turned his head and was hit hard on his cheekbone, and stars flashed before his eyes.

The earplug suddenly loosened, and the communication sound was intermittent. Sergei's curse came: "Bomb holes on the road! Novin, sniper scope--" The electrical noise swallowed up the remaining words, completely cutting off the connection.

When the strong man locked his throat with his arm, Coltrane heard the gurgling sound of his trachea being compressed. He touched the spare magazine on his back, but it was slapped away. Cold sweat dripped down his chin, and another train whistle suddenly blew in the distance - it was the chasing train, and the whistle frequency was much higher than that of the freight train.

"Free fire!" Kechuan roared, his throat barely able to produce any syllables, "Anywhere!" The sturdy man's body suddenly tensed up - he understood: the bullet would penetrate his body, and Kechuan below would become a cover.

But no gunshots were heard.

"Novin, you bastard!" Sergei roared in the pickup truck. The shock absorption system of the modified car is useless on unpaved roads. Novin's sniper rifle is against his shoulder, and the rear of the train in the scope shakes like a drunk. The carriage 120 meters away is blurred into a gray-green silhouette in the rain. Every time the crosshairs are aimed, they are pulled three meters off by the bumps. "I can't keep steady! This broken road is more shaky than the minefield in Afghanistan!" Novin gritted his teeth, and his knuckles were numb from the vibration of the butt of the gun. The speedometer pointed to 85 kilometers, which was the limit of the old pickup truck. The taillights of the freight train in front were gradually shrinking. If I didn't speed up.

"Go left! Use the guardrail as a fulcrum!" Sergey stepped on the accelerator, and the pickup truck jumped over the deep ditch, with sparks flying from the chassis. Novin understood instantly - the distance between the right guardrail and the track was less than five meters. If he kept a distance,

The tripod of the sniper rifle hit the edge of the car door. Norman leaned out half of his body, and the rain poured into his jacket and slid down the butt to the grip. He held his breath, the pickup truck and the train were dangerously parallel, and the rust on the door handle of the carriage was clearly visible in the scope.

"boom--"

The bullet flew past the roof of the car, and it was not fired by Norman.

Stonebridge held onto the handrail of the small train, staring at the taillights of the freight train flickering in the rain. Long Zhan was in the cab, scolding the driver in Russian, who was frantically adjusting the throttle valve - this 60-ton shunting locomotive had to push the steam pressure to the limit in order to catch up with the 1,000-ton train.

"150 meters!" Long Zhan's voice mixed with the roar of the boiler room, "The temperature of the front of the car is too high, at most five minutes!" Stonebridge looked down at his watch, and the green light reflected the scar on his jaw. Three minutes ago, he saw Kechuan's tactical helmet rolling out of the last car, which meant that the boss had lost his head protection.

"Keep your distance." He patted the driver's shoulder, whose white shirt was soaked with sweat, "Wait for my signal." Rain was leaking from the roof of the shunting locomotive, and water droplets slid down the edge of the goggles, leaving water marks on the mask. The last carriage suddenly shook - the kinetic energy of the fight was transferred to the connection between the carriages.

"90 meters! The pressure gauge is red!" Long Zhan's voice was trembling with metal. Stonebridge opened his tactical vest and checked the climbing rope around his waist. The distance between the two trains was shortened, the protective forest beside the railway track became a blurred green screen, and the raindrops hitting the steel plate sounded like dense drumbeats.

“60 meters!”

He took a deep breath, the air was pungent with the smell of engine oil. The bottom of the freight train was close at hand, and the anti-skid pattern of the connecting pedal was clearly visible. Sparks spewed out of the chimney of the shunting locomotive, and the driver shouted in fear - the overheat protection was activated.

"Now!" Stonebridge shouted.

The shunting locomotive suddenly leaned forward, and the steam turbine screamed in the end. Stonebridge jumped out at the moment the gap was reduced to one meter. As soon as his toes touched the pedal of the freight train, his body was pulled back by inertia. He grabbed the handrail with his left hand and smashed the glass with a tactical flashlight in his right hand, and the cracks spread like a spider web.

The fighting in the car suddenly stopped. Coltrane was chained to the ground. When the strong man turned his head, the cobra tattoo on the back of his neck with a dagger coiled around it glowed blue under the emergency light. Then there was the sound of glass breaking, and Stonebridge's roar came: "Boss!"

The strong man's attention was distracted for a moment, and the force of the throat lock was slightly loosened. Kechuan bent his knees and hit the opponent's kneecap with the heel of his boot. With a snap, the strong man screamed and fell forward. When Kechuan fell to the ground, he grabbed his belt and turned over with the centrifugal force of the train turning, and knocked the strong man's head against the corner of the table.

But the body was unusually heavy. Kechuan felt a sharp pain in his ribs, and then he realized that the opponent had a ceramic plate installed in his stab-proof vest. The strong man's fist hit him again, hitting his left eye, and the crack in the goggles completely blocked his vision.

"Catch it!" Stonebridge's voice suddenly approached. Coltrane felt something hard hit his chest - it was a flashbang. He pulled out the safety pin and threw it into the air. In a flash of light, the arm that was holding his throat loosened. He rolled under the seat and heard two muffled sounds: flesh hitting metal, and the sound of wind as the car door was knocked open.

"Damn it, you stepped on my foot!" Stonebridge's curses mixed with rain poured into the car. Coltrane saw from the gap between the seats that the strong man rushed to the door waving the bloody iron chain, while Stonebridge leaned against the emergency hammer bracket and groped behind his back with his right hand.

"Coltrane!" Stonebridge yelled.

No need to say more. Coltrane grabbed the wrench at his feet and smashed it into the man's knee with all his strength. As the man staggered, Stonebridge yanked open the door handle, and the biting night wind blew raindrops into the car. The man's momentum was too strong to stop, and his huge body crashed into the open door.

After the dull sound of bones hitting the door frame, Stonebridge growled, "Get out!" The tactical boots swung at the door and disappeared in the sound of rain. The carriage suddenly became quiet, with only the friction between the wheels and the rails and Stonebridge's rapid breathing.

"Sergeant." Coltrane tried to stand up, but his right arm was powerless. "Middle car. Virus weapon."

"Understood." Stonebich squatted down and cut open the broken goggles with a saber, "Long Zhan has taken control of the cab and the speed is decreasing. But Sergei and the others..." He suddenly turned his head to look out the window.

Kechuan followed his gaze and saw a pickup truck running almost out of control on the left side of the road. A figure holding a sniper rifle could be seen on the roof. Linoven's voice trembled in the earphone: "Hold on! Sergei said to--"

Before he finished speaking, the pickup truck suddenly turned. As Novin rolled into the car with the sniper rifle in his arms, he saw Sergei swerving the steering wheel, and the pickup truck brushed past the guardrail, with a half-man-high mud wave thrown out from the rear. 30 meters ahead, a section of railroad track was washed away by rain, revealing a pale foundation.

"Is he crazy?" Novin grabbed the handle on the roof and watched the pickup truck rushing towards the "dead end". Sergei smiled grimly and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom: "Hold on! Give the locomotive a surprise!"

Coltrane looked out the window at the crazy pickup truck and suddenly heard Stonebridge gasp. Following the sergeant's gaze, the strong man's body was lying beside the railroad track - his head had been crushed into blood foam by the wheels, and his limbs were scattered among the railroad ties, while the train was roaring towards the wreckage. (End of this chapter)