The film starts with the Navy SEALs

This is really a perfect opportunity. With the axe in hand, Mike felt more confident and his fear was slightly relieved. He held the axe tightly with both hands, his eyes were fierce, like an enraged beast, holding the axe like a mad bull, roaring and rushing towards Stonebridge desperately, cursing non-stop, wanting to split his head with a few axes to relieve his hatred.

Stonebridge was a veteran who had been through many battles. He had accumulated rich combat experience and acquired various exquisite defensive skills in countless life-and-death tests. Facing Mike's wild and unskilled attack, which was just a crazy way of chopping with an axe, he raised his mouth slightly and showed a disdainful smile. He was agile, with a few clever little jumps, and his body was as light as a flying swallow, cleverly avoiding Mike's crazy attack. At the same time, he used his arms to block appropriately, and each block accurately removed most of the power of the axe. Although the wind brought by the axe was whistling, it couldn't even blow the corners of his clothes. Mike's attack seemed like a child's fight in front of him, without any threat.

Moreover, taking advantage of the flaw that Mike accidentally exposed during his crazy attack, Stonebridge seized the opportunity and kicked again. This kick was as fast as lightning and had amazing power. With a "pop" sound, this kick accurately kicked the axe in Mike's hand away. The axe drew a dazzling arc in the air and fell to the ground with a "clang", making a crisp sound that echoed in the silent warehouse.

Unfortunately, although Mike's axe was indeed kicked away, it also gave him a precious opportunity to attack. Taking advantage of the fact that Stonebridge's whip kick had worn out his strength and his body was temporarily unbalanced, he was like a cunning fox, seizing the opportunity to quietly attack from behind and fiercely kick Stonebridge in the back. The kick was quite powerful, Stonebridge's back suffered this sudden heavy kick, and his body lost its center of gravity like a kite with a broken string, and fell forward. After stumbling a few steps, he finally fell heavily to the ground with a "thump".

Perhaps it was fate that made his teeth ache even when he drank cold water. There was a piece of wood right where Stonebridge fell, and it was like a hidden trap, hitting his stomach. A sharp pain came over him instantly, and Stonebridge couldn't help but grin, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his face turned pale because of the pain.

Mike did not take the opportunity to attack again. He knew very well that Stonebridge would not die so easily. This opponent had been fighting on the battlefield for many years and had a strong vitality and tenacious will. He knew that it would be almost impossible to completely defeat Stonebridge without a more powerful weapon. Therefore, he had to find a more powerful weapon to solve the big problem of Stonebridge and win a chance of survival for himself.

So, like a headless fly, Mike rushed to the innermost part of the warehouse in a panic. It was a small house for storing things, the door of the house was half-open, and there was a stale and decayed smell inside. Dust was flying wantonly in the light coming through the cracks, as if telling the long-standing silence and desolation here.

Inside, Mike began to frantically search through the boxes and cabinets. His hands frantically searched among the sundries, and he kept cursing. Every movement revealed his inner anxiety and uneasiness. Finally, his hard work paid off, and he really found an unexpected fortune. A gun that was carefully placed in the box and carefully wrapped with oilcloth. Next to it were two boxes of bullets neatly placed, and the packaging was also very good. In the dim light, it flashed an attractive metallic luster, as if it was a ray of hope given to him in the darkness.

Unexpectedly, he could find a gun here. Mike, who had only wanted to find a knife, was overjoyed. His eyes flashed with excitement and madness. He could not wait to take out the gun. His hands were shaking slightly because of excitement. He quickly peeled off the oilcloth outside. Then, he picked up the bullets and hurriedly loaded them into the gun. Because he was worried that Stonebridge would catch up at any time, he was anxious and only loaded a bullet in a hurry and quickly closed the chamber.

However, Stonebridge was faster than he thought. At this time, Stonebridge had endured the severe pain in his stomach, clenched his fists, and climbed up from the ground step by step, and then walked towards the small room. Although his steps were a little staggering, his eyes were extremely firm. Every step seemed to step on Mike's heart, making Mike feel an invisible pressure. He was only a few steps away from walking into the door.

Seeing Mike suddenly holding a gun, Stonebridge was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and his heart shrank suddenly, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. His brain was working rapidly in an instant, realizing that the situation was extremely critical. At this critical moment, he could not care about anything else and immediately ran to the side at the fastest speed like a frightened deer.

"Bang." Mike fired at the fastest speed, and the sound of the gun reverberated in the small space like thunder, making people's eardrums hurt. Unfortunately, it was still a beat too late, and the shot did not hit Stonebridge. The bullet flew past the corner of his clothes, splashing sparks on the wall, and he hid in the next room.

Mike didn't rush to chase him. He knew Stonebridge was very powerful and didn't dare to take risks. So he continued to reload. His eyes showed a hint of nervousness and panic. His hands kept shaking as he quickly pressed bullets into the magazine. He knew that he had to reload the bullets to have enough firepower to deal with Stonebridge's next counterattack. This time he had to completely defeat this tough opponent.

While Mike was reloading, Stonebridge had already run outside the warehouse. The night wind outside blew on his sweaty face, bringing a brief coolness and making him a little more sober. He searched anxiously in the bushes outside, his eyes searching every corner in the dark. Finally, he found the gun he had just lost. This gun was the one that flew out when he was hit in the face by a shovel when he entered the door just now, and he blocked it with both hands. The gun flashed a cold and resolute light in the moonlight, as if telling him the glory of the past battles, and as if reminding him that the battle at this moment was far from over.

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With a pistol in hand, Stonebridge felt more confident and no longer feared Mike. He took a deep breath, his chest bulging like a bellows, and then exhaled slowly and steadily, as if to completely straighten out his slightly disordered breathing caused by the fierce battle. At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he locked onto the warehouse with a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere. In the night, the warehouse was like a dormant prehistoric beast, exuding a creepy breath, as if ready to devour everything that approached. At this moment, Stonebridge had only one unshakable thought in his mind, that is, he must do everything possible to capture Mike and then obtain the tracker. He knew that once the clues to the chemical weapons were interrupted, the consequences would be disastrous, and the entire area might fall into an abyss of no return.

Mike, in this tense and almost frozen atmosphere, did not emerge from the warehouse, but slowly took out his cell phone. His fingers trembled slightly, as if the phone weighed a thousand pounds, and he finally dialed his son's number. At this moment, his heart was filled with many complex emotions such as fear, reluctance and helplessness. Various emotions intertwined and collided with each other, making his originally resolute face look particularly distorted, like a crumpled painting.

Luo Ruike, who was more than 100 kilometers away, was sitting alone in a dim room. The dim light was like a sick old man, emitting a weak and unstable light, which could only barely illuminate a small area of ​​the room. When he saw the "BABA" call displayed on the phone screen, he was stunned for a moment, and his originally calm eyes instantly flashed a complicated and incomprehensible look. In that look, there was a remnant of past resentment, and it seemed mixed with a trace of unspeakable worry. After hesitating for a short but seemingly extremely long two seconds, he finally chose to answer the call.

"Rorick, Rorick, something happened. Fortunately, I told you to go home. The British army wanted to arrest me. Listen to me. Tell your mother that I love her, and..." Mike was extremely nervous at this moment. His voice trembled uncontrollably. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from his lips that were so dry that they were about to smoke, as if he had used up every bit of strength in his body. At this point, he seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and paused for several seconds. Outside the warehouse, the wind was still blowing, and the sound seemed to be a sad elegy, wailing for this heavy and suffocating atmosphere. After a long time, he continued to stammer: "Rorick, I'm sorry for everything that happened before." After that, Mike seemed to have exhausted the last bit of vitality and decisively hung up the phone. The "beep" sound of hanging up seemed to be the last farewell note between him and his family.

"Dad? Dad?" Luo Ruike has always hated his father. Those unbearable past events were like sharp blades that cut the once complete family into pieces. However, at this moment, hearing his father's voice full of fear and despair on the phone, the defense line in his heart that had been frozen by hatred for a long time actually quietly showed a crack. An extremely strong worry, even deep fear, surged into his heart like a tide. He was afraid that he would lose his father forever. However, at this moment, no matter how hard he shouted, the only response from the phone was the ruthless beep after hanging up. The monotonous and cold voice kept echoing in the silent room, like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart again and again.

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The farm was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, as if there was an invisible net that enveloped everything here.

"Put down the gun." Stonebridge held the gun and rushed in slowly and carefully. His steps were light but firm, and every step he took seemed to test the danger level of this unknown area. He leaned forward slightly, always ready to respond to attacks, and tried to make his tone sound calmer, saying, "You can escape unscathed, we just need the tracker." At this moment, Stonebridge knew very well that obtaining the tracker was the most important task at the moment, and it would be great if he could avoid unnecessary conflicts.

"You can't do it. You attacked my family, so you must be held responsible for this." Although Mike was clearly at a disadvantage and had not yet picked up the gun in his hand, his eyes revealed a resolute ruthlessness, like an angry trapped beast. His family was the last bottom line in his heart. If anyone dared to touch them, he would fight desperately. His voice echoed back and forth between the empty walls of the farm, with a resolute momentum of burning his boats and facing death.

"You also attacked my comrade, so we are even on this matter." Stonebridge continued to try to negotiate, hoping to break the dangerous stalemate in a rational way. He stared at Mike, trying to find a possibility of compromise and a glimmer of hope for a peaceful solution from the other's vigilant and angry eyes.

Unfortunately, Mike had made up his mind. In order not to implicate his family, he had already made up his mind to die. He knew that this time he had fallen into a desperate situation, like a beast trapped in a trap, with nowhere to escape. Using his own death to exchange for the safety of his family was the only thing he could do at the moment.

So, he slowly raised a bitter and helpless smile, which looked particularly desolate in the dim light, like a withered flower alone in the night. Knowing that there was a dead end ahead, he still slowly raised the gun, his eyes full of determination to face death, as if announcing his final struggle to the world.

Although Stonebridge didn't want to kill Mike, after all, Rorick had completed the task as required, and there was no explicit requirement that Mike must be killed. He was experiencing a painful struggle in his heart at the moment. On the one hand, it was a major mission, to obtain the tracker to prevent the huge disaster brought by chemical weapons; on the other hand, it was respect for the instinct of life, and he was not a bloodthirsty person.

However, when he saw Mike raising his gun and preparing to attack, Stonebridge had no choice at the critical moment. At this critical moment, his eyes instantly became cold and firm, and his finger pulled the trigger without hesitation. (End of this chapter)