The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Boom!"

A shell was accurately detonated by Norman, and in an instant, it seemed as if the whole world was shaken by the loud noise. The moment of the explosion was like a fuse leading to the abyss of destruction, instantly triggering a violent explosion that shook the earth. Several boxes of shells exploded one after another like demons awakened by the god of death. The flames they set off were like a surging, overwhelming tsunami, instantly sweeping every inch of the factory with an unstoppable momentum. The orange-red flames shot up into the sky, as bright as day. The blazing light seemed to have the power to create the world, effortlessly penetrating the thick, airtight dark night, and illuminating every corner hidden in the darkness. The flames were like a demon with bared fangs and claws, madly devouring everything around it, and the rolling heat waves came over the sky and earth, as if to turn everything in the world into ashes, making people truly feel like they were in purgatory.

Fortunately, Long Zhan and his group were far enough away from the explosion point, and there was a solid, thick, cement red brick wall in the middle as a reliable barrier. This wall was like a loyal and fearless steel guard, steadily bearing the terrifying impact of the explosion and firmly building an indestructible life defense line for everyone.

Although the flames of the explosion did not hurt them directly, the strong and almost violent air waves and the deafening sound that seemed to tear through time and space still made everyone feel the terrifying power of the explosion. The air waves were like a roaring invisible beast, whistling past, pushing them hard, making them unstable and shaking their bodies involuntarily; the sound was like a heavy hammer, shaking their eardrums, as if the whole world was shattered in this moment, and making people's souls tremble.

"Will this really work? Why do I feel like we are still breathing in the virus?" Sergei's face was full of worry, his eyes revealed deep fear, his voice trembled slightly, and in this air filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the chilling breath of fear, he seemed so thin and helpless. He stared at the still burning, seemingly endless flames with anxiety, and the worry in his heart was like a rolling dark cloud, becoming heavier and heavier, almost swallowing him up.

"It should be useful. The flames can kill all microbial pathogens. We should have succeeded." Chhetri responded. Although he tried to make his tone sound decisive and confident, his eyes still showed a hint of nervousness and uneasiness. He stared at the flames, trying to catch a sign of reassurance from the jumping and flickering flames, but the worries in his heart continued to spread like vines.

"Little guy, we succeeded." Sergei suppressed the worry that was surging like a tide in his heart and teased Novin, trying to use this relaxed tone to ease the atmosphere that was still as tense as a bowstring that could break at any time. He forced a smile, but the smile seemed particularly far-fetched in this tense and depressing atmosphere, as if it would break at any time.

"Well, your shooting skills are not bad. I won't call you little anymore." The mission was completed, and Long Zhan, in a good mood, also teased, with a gratified smile on his face. But behind this smile, there was also a deep fear of the thrilling and life-threatening scene just now, and the shadow of fear still lingered in his heart.

"You'll be dead if you dare to scream." Nuo Wen raised her fist towards Long Zhan. This woman who always had neat short hair and looked like a tomboy at ordinary times suddenly had a bit of feminine playfulness and coquettishness. There was a hint of anger in her eyes, but also a sense of relief for surviving the disaster. The complex emotions were intertwined in her eyes.

……

Return to the safe house.

After returning, Chhetri plunged into the computer and focused on searching for relevant information about the people killed in the shooting. With his extensive and deep network of contacts and rich and diverse resources, he established close contact with various cooperative departments. His fingers were like a nimble dancer, tapping quickly on the keyboard, his eyes were fixed on the screen, not missing any possible clues, and carefully examining every character and every picture, as if he wanted to dig out the truth hidden in the depths of darkness.

Unexpectedly, he actually dug up valuable information - a piece of intelligence from the United States.

Chhetri immediately reported the situation: "The CIA sent Mach's situation data."

The intelligence capabilities of the CIA have never been underestimated. Although it has a lot of negative information, when everyone heard this, they quickly gathered around, all focusing their eyes on the information page opened on the computer.

Some photos were sent directly, the pictures were very clear, every detail was clear, as if seen with one's own eyes. In the photos, Mach was meeting with relevant personnel, and each photo recorded the contact in different scenes. Some photos were taken in dark and damp alleys filled with a decadent atmosphere. The dim street lights flickered in the drizzle, reflecting the blurred but dangerous figures of Mach and the mysterious person; some were taken in luxurious and magnificent hotel rooms, the crystal chandeliers cast soft light, but could not cover up the tense and mysterious atmosphere when they talked; and some were taken at the busy and noisy docks, the whistle of the cargo ship and the sound of the waves intertwined, and Mach's meeting with the people around him seemed particularly abrupt against this chaotic background. These scenes all revealed a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere, as if suggesting that there was a huge conspiracy behind them.

"Wait, what's written on the left?" Stonebridge was sharp-eyed and keenly noticed the small text next to the picture, and quickly pointed at it. He couldn't wait to get closer to the screen, squinting his eyes, trying hard to see the tiny words, as if those words were the key to solving the mystery.

Chetri clicked the mouse to enlarge the picture and read the text on it: "He is Mach's brother Jed, also known as Zaev."

Hearing that Zaev was Mach's brother, Long Zhan and the others' faces instantly became as gloomy and solemn as the sky before a storm. A flash of shock first flashed in their eyes, and then was replaced by deep solemnity, as if they had a premonition that a huge crisis was about to come.

Especially Stonebridge, when he saw the photo of this man, his face suddenly turned pale as paper, and regret surged into his heart like a surging tide. He couldn't help but beat his thigh hard, and said with regret: "Is this their leader Zaev? I caught this man, I caught him at the train station. But at that time I was anxious to catch up with the boss, so I locked him in the train station in a daze, and then I left. It's so hateful." His voice became hoarse because of extreme regret, and every word seemed to carry endless self-blame and pain, as if he had committed an unforgivable crime.

Thinking of how he had captured Zayev, the biggest leader, but let him go because he didn't know him, missing a great opportunity, Stonebeach felt as if he was being bitten by millions of ants. The feeling of regret and self-blame made him restless. "At least you caught him. We didn't have this opportunity. We didn't even see him." Nowen comforted Stonebeach, trying to make him feel better. She gently patted Stonebeach's shoulder, her eyes full of understanding and sympathy, hoping to give him some comfort.

"He caught him, and then released him. Sigh." Sergei couldn't help but sigh, feeling sorry for Stonebeach. He shook his head helplessly, his face full of regret, as if he felt the same way, and his heart was filled with helplessness and reluctance.

"Okay, it's all over. Don't dwell on it. Think more about what to do now." Long Zhan interrupted their discussion in time. His eyes were firm and sharp, revealing an unquestionable majesty and decisiveness, as if telling everyone that they could not indulge in past mistakes, but must focus on the present and deal with the upcoming crisis.

"There's something wrong here." Colonel Kechuan changed the subject, his expression as solemn as a dark cloud before a storm. He frowned slightly, folded his arms across his chest, and said slowly: "Their various experiences and backgrounds may seem nothing special at first glance, but they have the abundant funds needed to carry out the plan. They have the ability, the weapons, and the funding behind them, but they gave up the biological weapons so easily after getting them. This is really puzzling and worrying. If they can abandon such a dangerous thing so casually, it means that there may be even more terrible and unimaginable things that have not yet surfaced. I'm afraid we still have big troubles waiting for us." His voice was low and powerful, and every word hit everyone's heart like a hammer, making everyone feel even heavier.

Colonel Coltrane's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard. Everyone's brows were tightly furrowed, as if being pulled by an invisible force. Their eyes revealed deep worry and anxiety, as if they had seen the upcoming huge crisis rushing towards them like a turbulent tsunami, and they seemed to be in the center of the storm, with nowhere to escape.

If there really is something more terrifying than a virus weapon, once it falls into the hands of this group of crazy people, the consequences will be disastrous. It will be a disaster enough to destroy the world. The entire world may be dragged into the abyss of darkness and fall into an irretrievable situation.

……

Inside Mike's villa.

Mike's body had been dressed in clean, neatly ironed clothes and placed in an exquisite coffin, with his hands crossed over his chest. His face looked peaceful, as if he was just sleeping. However, his closed eyes and pale face revealed the coldness and silence of the end of life.

The room was filled with men and women in black suits, their faces solemn and serious as sculptures, standing there quietly, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, as if an invisible boulder was pressing down on everyone's heart. The air was filled with a heavy, suffocating sadness and anger, like the extremely oppressive atmosphere before a storm, foreshadowing the coming of a terrible storm.

As a son, Rorick stood quietly beside the coffin, staring at the body in the coffin expressionlessly. No one could see his inner thoughts at the moment. Under that calm appearance, it seemed as if there was a surging undercurrent that was about to burst. His eyes were empty and blank, as if his thoughts had drifted to a distant place, recalling every bit with his father, the past laughter and quarrels, warmth and contradictions, at this moment, they all flashed through his mind like a movie.

His wife Ariana, dressed in black, like a ghost in the night, slowly came to the side where the head of the coffin was leaning and stood. Her expression was full of sadness, tears flashing in her eyes, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, and she slowly said in an extremely deep and hateful tone: "According to the Kalu Code, this is a blood feud belonging to the family. We will never show mercy, and will not stop until death. We must pay the blood debt with blood until they are all dead." Her voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with unforgettable hatred, full of determination and firm resolve for revenge.

Ariana paused and looked forward with cold eyes. Her eyes were filled with murderous intent that was so strong that it was almost materialized, as if it could freeze everything in front of her. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turned white due to the force, her body trembled slightly, and the hatred in her heart was like a blazing flame, burning more and more fiercely, as if it was going to burn the whole world to ashes.

It is not difficult to imagine that this group of killers seeking revenge will inevitably fall into a crazy revenge operation, and Zaev and the British military will become their targets. A new round of more terrifying crisis, just like the heavy, dark clouds before the storm, is ruthlessly pressing on the British military. A bloody storm is about to begin, and everyone is like an ant in the storm, being swept into this inescapable terrifying storm, and the gears of fate begin to turn mercilessly.

……

Russian Electronic Warfare Research Center.

This is a militarized management institution surrounded by high walls and electric fences, and guarded as tightly as an iron barrel. The soldiers armed with live ammunition patrolled meticulously like cold statues, watching the surroundings vigilantly, not letting go of any abnormality. Late at night, the drizzle of rain fell like fine silver threads, adding a sense of solemnity to the place. The raindrops hit the ground, making a "tick-tick" sound, as if it was an alarm bell for the passage of time, echoing in the silent night, and like the footsteps of the god of death, approaching step by step. The dim street lights flickered with a weak and swaying light in the rain, lengthening the figures of the soldiers and adding a bit of gloomy atmosphere. The entire research center seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious and dangerous veil.

(End of this chapter)