The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Under the thick and dark night, this desolate land seemed to be covered by a gloomy veil. The wind roared like a beast in the wilderness, sweeping up the sand and stones on the ground, making a sharp whistle, as if playing a prelude to the upcoming life-and-death duel. The vehicles were like wild horses running wildly on the rugged road, the wheels rubbing against the ground violently, splashing dust, and the deafening roar of the engine, like angry thunder, tearing the silent and oppressive air again and again.

Inside the car, everyone's expression was as if frozen by frost, stern and tense. Their eyes were fixed on the darkness ahead, as if trying to penetrate the night and catch any possible clues. The radio equipment tightly held in their hands seemed to have become their lifeline to the outside world. Everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs: "Stonbridge, I hear the answer." "B1, B1, can you hear me? Can you hear me?" The anxious voices, mixed with deep anxiety and worry, kept echoing in the small and closed car, intertwined with the whistling wind and the roar of the engine outside the car, forming a suffocating and tense atmosphere.

"We are launching a pursuit," ... However, the only response they got was the panic-stricken rustling noise on the radio, as if it was a mysterious whisper from an unknown abyss, or like the footsteps of death approaching quietly in the darkness, making everyone's heart heavy.

As they drove recklessly and quickly to chase after the enemy, the strong wind blew into the car windows like a sharp blade, whipping everyone's faces wantonly, but they seemed unaware of it. Everyone was still tirelessly shouting on the radio, and every shout was full of deep concern for the safety of their teammates. The sound seemed to carry all their hopes, breaking through the shackles of darkness and spreading to the distance. The wind howled wildly in their ears, as if it was also wailing in grief for this extremely tense search, and as if it was warning them of the danger they were about to face.

Finally, after a long wait that seemed like a century, the exciting reply came through with difficulty, like a ray of sunlight penetrating the dark clouds. Stonebridge, who was dizzy from the explosion, gradually regained consciousness in the chaos, and finally caught the sounds of the outside world in his ears. At this moment, he felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he felt dizzy and swollen as if it would explode at any time. The world in front of him was like a spinning kaleidoscope, with all kinds of light and shadows intertwined in chaos, making it almost impossible for him to tell the direction.

Hearing the concerned cries from his teammates, Stonebridge used all his strength to get up from the ground. His body was swaying, as if he would fall down again at any time, and his head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, with each swaying accompanied by a piercing pain. But he still gritted his teeth and tried to wake himself up. He replied to the radio with a slightly weak but stubborn voice, "I'm still here, not dead yet, I should be able to catch my breath for a few more times."

"I'm glad to hear your voice. I've never been so happy before." Colonel Kechuan's heart, which was originally as tense as a bowstring, finally relaxed a little, and his frowning brows finally relaxed a little. The beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks, flickering a faint light in the dim carriage. His voice was filled with both the relief of surviving the disaster and deep concern for his teammates.

"Good people don't live long, bad people live a thousand years, I know you won't die." Chen Jun's extremely nervous expression disappeared instantly, replaced by his usual sunny smile, but that smile still showed a hint of relief and excitement that was hard to conceal after surviving the disaster. His laughter rang out in the car, trying to break the depressing atmosphere, but it seemed a little dry and forced.

During these brief exchanges, Stonebridge saw a familiar figure on the railroad track outside, which was shining with cold moonlight, through the broken windows and doors with glass shards scattered all over the ground. The moonlight was like cold mercury, sprinkling on the railroad track, reflecting cold and strange light, and illuminating the vague outline of the figure. Although the figure looked very embarrassed, he was not killed by the explosion. Stonebridge's expression instantly became solemn, and a sharp eagle-like light suddenly flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he immediately used the radio to inform in a firm and urgent tone: "The main target has been found. He is on foot. I will go after him now."

"We need Dimachi's tracker. I repeat, we need Dimachi's tracker. Only that thing can help us find chemical weapons." Colonel Coltrane said to Stonebridge on the radio, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone, as if this was a life-and-death order that must be completed. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Stonebridge's heart hard, making him realize the great responsibility he shouldered.

"Got it. We must get the tracker. I'll go after it now." After Stonebridge replied to Colonel Coltrane, he didn't care about the strong discomfort coming from all over his body. Several abrasions were bleeding continuously. They were particularly dazzling under the moonlight, like strange flowers blooming in the dark night. He clenched his teeth tightly, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly because of the force. He took big strides to catch up. Every step was firm and powerful, as if he wanted to step a deep pit on the ground. The firm steps seemed to announce to the world his determination to complete the task.

Soon, Stonebridge arrived in front of a warehouse. Under the cover of night, the warehouse was like a long-dormant beast, exuding a gloomy and mysterious atmosphere. The huge body of the warehouse looked particularly abrupt in the darkness, and the shabby door was half-closed, like a half-open black hole, as if to swallow up everything that dared to approach. The faint light from inside was swaying in the darkness, like a ghost fire from hell, luring him into this unknown dangerous abyss. Stonebridge had a strong intuition in his heart, thinking that there must be a secret hidden in it, so he approached carefully, taking every step very cautiously, his ears always alert to capture any slight sound around him, and his eyes were as sharp as a cheetah scanning the surrounding movements, wanting to go in and find out.

As a result, just as he reached the door and had no time to go in, a cold wind with a rotten smell suddenly rushed out from inside, like an invisible cold hand, slapping him hard on the face, making him shiver. Then, a black shadow suddenly came from inside with a whirring sound, and a shovel flashed a cold and ferocious light in the dim light, like a ferocious venomous snake, rushing straight towards his head. If he was hit by it, the consequences would be absolutely disastrous.

Fortunately, Stonebridge, with his sharp reaction speed honed by years of life and death, instinctively raised his hands to block at the critical moment. His arm muscles instantly tensed up, like a shield made of steel, trying to resist this fatal blow. The shovel hit his hands with great force, making a dull "bang" sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent night. The power of this blow was too great. Although the damage was greatly weakened by the blocking of his hands, it was still like a heavy hammer, hitting his hands hard. A piercing pain instantly spread from his hands to his whole body, making him gasp, and his feet involuntarily stepped back a few steps, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a "thump". The attacker slowly walked out of the darkness at this time. It was Mike who ran down from the train station in a panic. As a powerful mafia boss, Mike has been in the underworld for many years and has developed extraordinary skills and keen intuition. With this keen sense, he had already noticed Stonebridge who was following him carefully all the way, so he carefully chose this place, set up an ambush, and waited for Stonebridge to fall into his trap.

Seeing that he had successfully knocked Stonebridge to the ground, Mike's eyes flashed with cruelty and ruthlessness, and his eyes were full of greed and excitement like a hungry wolf seeing its prey. He was like a mad beast, and he couldn't wait to chase after him, ready to take this opportunity to completely solve Stonebridge's serious problem.

"Whoosh~~" accompanied by a sharp and terrifying whistling, the shovel came down on Stonebridge's head with a terrifying speed and force, with the force of thunder. It seemed as if it would smash his head into a rotten watermelon in an instant. The sonic boom caused by the rapid swinging of the shovel seemed to be heard in the air.

Fortunately, Stonebridge's reaction was not only fast enough, but his counterattack was also very sharp. Even in his posture of falling to the ground, he was like an agile cheetah, showing amazing explosive power in a critical moment. He exerted force on his waist, and his body was almost close to the ground, and he moved to the side at an incredible speed. Just a little bit away, he just deviated his head, and the deadly shovel hit the ground heavily with a sound of wind, splashing a cloud of dust and smashing a shallow pit on the ground.

Then, taking advantage of the moment when the shovel hit the ground, Stonebridge exerted force with both feet, like two long-prepared cannons, with all his strength, he kicked the shovel hard. With a thud, this kick condensed all the strength he had at the critical moment of life and death. The pole was violently shaken by the force of his foot, and a huge reaction force was quickly transmitted to Mike's hand along the pole. Mike felt as if his hands were electrocuted, and a sharp pain came over him. His knuckles were instantly cracked, and blood flowed. He could no longer hold the shovel in his hand. The shovel was like a kite with a broken string. It was kicked out directly by this kick, and after drawing an arc in the air, it fell to the ground not far away with a "clang". Mike also lost his balance due to the sudden huge force and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Mike saw the situation taking a turn for the worse, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and a feeling of fear spread in his heart. He knew that Stonebridge was very powerful, and if he continued to stay here, his life would be in danger. So he immediately turned around and crawled back to the warehouse like a frightened rabbit. In the warehouse, his eyes scanned around in panic, like a headless fly frantically looking for weapons in the dim environment, hoping to use them to resist Stonebridge's next attack. However, there was nothing around except some shabby debris and garbage with a rancid smell, which made him more anxious, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

After Stonebridge kicked Mike's shovel away, he didn't hesitate at all, nor did he give Mike any chance to breathe. Like a swift tiger, he stood up with a beautiful and clean pigeon jump, his movements were smooth and flowing, without a trace of delay. Then, like a tiger descending from the mountain, he rushed into the warehouse with unstoppable momentum.

Mike didn't dare to show his back to Stonebridge, knowing that if he showed his weakness, he would be attacked fatally. At this time, there was really nothing nearby that could be used as a weapon. In desperation, he could only pretend to be calm and put his hands in a fighting posture to fight. There was a trace of panic and fear in his eyes, but more of a determination to fight to the death. At this moment, both sides were in a desperate situation, and neither of them could back down. The only way to survive was to subdue the other side.

Therefore, both parties raised their hands and drew a few strokes in the air. It seemed as if there were real sparks in the air that collided violently between the two people, and the tense atmosphere was instantly pushed to the peak. In less than three seconds, the battle broke out instantly like a volcanic eruption.

The first to attack was Stonebridge. He was like a cannonball, extremely fast. He swung out a punch at an extremely fast speed, with a whistling sound, and hit Mike's left cheek hard. The punch was so powerful that Mike felt as if his cheek was hit by a heavy hammer. A sharp pain came over him, and his whole head was knocked to one side. His face instantly became red and swollen, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Then, Stonebridge kicked him in the stomach again without any pause. This kick contained a powerful force, which directly kicked Mike back several steps, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably, and finally stopped when it hit the haystack behind. The hay flew in the air under the impact, like flying snowflakes, spreading in the dim warehouse.

As a result, the two blows actually created an unexpected opportunity for Mike. Because a small wooden handle was exposed in the haystack that he knocked open, looming in the darkness. Mike's eyes suddenly lit up, and like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, he desperately reached out to grab the handle and pulled it out, and found that it was actually a small axe.

(End of this chapter)