The film starts with the Navy SEALs

His eyes were panicked and his steps were staggering, obviously he had lost his composure and was filled with fear. He rushed left and right in the crowd, constantly knocking away tourists who were blocking his way, causing screams and chaos.

Unfortunately, it was useless. The off-road motorcycle ridden by the mysterious man who was chasing him had excellent performance. Climbing stairs and passing through alleys was a piece of cake for him, and he quickly closed the distance between them. The mysterious rider was like a ghost, following closely behind Loew, not giving him any chance to breathe, and the roar of the engine echoed in the narrow streets. The mysterious rider skillfully controlled the motorcycle and shuttled freely in various complex terrains, as if he was performing an exciting show.

"Team B, make sure the target is safe. This is still a secret mission, and you are not allowed to shoot." Colonel Coltrane anxiously warned on the radio. He knew that if he fired, it would lead to a series of unpredictable consequences, which might make the entire mission more complicated. His serious and powerful voice was transmitted to Novin and Sergei through the radio, reminding them of the importance and sensitivity of the mission.

At this time, Loew had already run into a market and plunged into the crowded crowd. The crowd was thrown into chaos by his sudden intrusion. People screamed and dodged, and the goods on the stalls were also knocked to pieces. Fruits and vegetables rolled to the ground and were ruthlessly trampled by people's footsteps. Loew ran desperately in the crowd, his eyes full of despair, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this chaotic crowd.

"The target turned right. I saw the knight and he is following closely behind him." Sergei followed the knight closely and kept reporting to the headquarters. He avoided the crowd while paying close attention to the movements in front of him. Sweat kept rolling down his forehead and his vision became a little blurred because of the sweat. His heartbeat echoed in his ears, as if it was setting the rhythm for this tense pursuit.

When Love saw that he couldn't shake off the pursuer on the ground, he immediately ran to the stairs and entered an underground mall. The underground mall was dimly lit and filled with a damp smell. The smell of various goods mixed together made people feel a little breathless. The passages in the mall were narrow and tortuous, filled with various containers, which made the pursuit much more difficult.

The mysterious rider did not hesitate at all, and quickly rushed down the stairs on his motorcycle, still following closely behind Loew. The motorcycle bumped on the stairs, making bursts of roars, and the wheels rubbed against the ground with a harsh sound. The figure of the mysterious rider looked particularly mysterious in the dim light, and he was like a ghost in the dark, following his prey closely.

Fortunately, the underground mall had a complex interior space, filled with containers of all kinds. Love dodged between the containers, using the containers to block the pursuer's sight. The motorcycle couldn't catch up for a while, and the shelves blocked the view, making the pursuit more difficult. The goods on the containers were knocked off and rolled all over the ground. Love was like a mouse trapped in a maze, desperately escaping in the jungle of containers.

"Hive, we have spotted our target, let's start the hunt." Sergei came down and saw Loew, a flash of excitement in his eyes, and he immediately stepped on the accelerator and rushed up quickly. His eyes were firm, and he only wanted to catch his target, completely ignoring the chaotic environment around him. His motorcycle struggled to move forward in the narrow passage, constantly avoiding fallen goods and containers.

Love really knew how to use the terrain. He found a narrow safety door at the back and quickly got in. The safety door was half-open, letting in a faint light, as if luring Love to an unknown fate. Love rushed in without hesitation, hoping to find a chance to escape in the world behind the door.

Sergey was driving too fast on his motorcycle, and the supermarket floor was particularly slippery due to the dampness. Seeing that the target was less than ten meters ahead, he made a sharp left turn and tried to rush over to block the target, but he didn't expect the motorcycle to suddenly slip and he and the motorcycle fell several meters away. He fell to the ground, and there was a sharp pain in his body, but he didn't care about it. He just wanted to get up as soon as possible and continue the pursuit. He bit his lips tightly with his teeth, trying to hold back the pain. His palms scraped against the rough ground, and the blood stained the ground red, but he seemed to feel no pain. He only had the belief of catching the target in his heart.

The mysterious rider who had been chasing closely behind saw that there were others chasing as well. The stairs ahead were too narrow for the motorcycle to turn. The mysterious rider did not choose to continue chasing, but made a quick decision and chose to go out through the main entrance, intending to go around to the back door from the outside to avoid the opponent in front of him. The mysterious rider's movements were neat and tidy, and he was obviously an experienced veteran who could handle the situation with ease. He skillfully controlled the motorcycle and sped along the street outside the mall, heading towards the back door.

"The target went to the southeast. The motorcycle broke down. I started to chase him on foot. The motorcycle gunner was still chasing him." Sergei struggled to get up and started the motorcycle several times, but he didn't know where it broke down. He didn't succeed after several attempts, and he didn't have time to waste. He could only abandon the motorcycle that fell on the ground, grit his teeth, and quickly chased after him on foot. His pace was hurried, and he was full of reluctance. He reported the situation on the radio while running. His breathing became rapid, and his footsteps made a heavy sound on the ground, as if announcing to the target that he would not give up the pursuit.

"Got it, keep communicating." Chhetri replied while calling for satellite tracking. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and his fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, trying to provide Sergei and Novin with more accurate information through the satellite's perspective to help them successfully hunt down the target. On the computer screen, satellite images kept switching, and Chhetri tried hard to find traces of the target from these images. There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes, hoping to provide useful clues to the pursuers as soon as possible so that the mission could be successfully completed.

At this moment, Sergei was running at full speed in the dim underground mall corridor, and the surrounding environment became increasingly gloomy. His breathing was particularly clear in the silent corridor, and every time he stepped, a small cloud of dust was raised. His eyes tried hard to search for Loew's figure in the darkness, not missing any possible hiding place.

Suddenly, Sergei heard a slight noise coming from the front, as if someone had bumped into something in a panic. His heart tightened, and he immediately slowed down his pace and approached carefully. He could feel his heartbeat speeding up, and every beat seemed to be beating a war drum. As he slowly approached the source of the sound, he found that it was a knocked-over shelf, with goods scattered all over the floor. Sergei frowned, knowing that Loew must be nearby, so he looked around more vigilantly.

At the same time, Novin had rushed over from the other side of the mall. With her keen sense of the terrain and years of tracking experience, she quickly shuttled between the containers. Her eyes were as sharp as a night cat, capturing every subtle movement in the dim light. She knew that she and Sergei had to find Loew as soon as possible, otherwise if he escaped, the mission would be in vain and might lead to more serious consequences.

In the mall's monitoring room, the staff were overwhelmed by the sudden chaos. They looked at the fleeing crowd and the chasing figures on the surveillance screen, not knowing what was going on. Some staff tried to contact security, but the phone line seemed to be jammed and could not be connected. The entire mall fell into a chaotic and tense atmosphere, as if a storm was about to come.

In the safe house, Chettri stared at the blurry images sent back by the satellite, anxious. Although the images were not very clear, he still tried to find the target's traces from those blurry images. He kept adjusting the satellite's perspective, hoping to obtain more accurate information. At the same time, he also maintained close contact with Sergei and Novin through the radio, and informed them of any useful clues at any time.

"Sergey, Novin, according to satellite images, there is an emergency exit in the northeast corner of your area. Love may run there, so you should pay attention." Chetri said anxiously. "Got it!" Sergey and Novin replied almost at the same time.

After hearing Chettri's hint, Sergei immediately changed direction and ran towards the emergency exit in the northeast corner.

Behind the chaotic and noisy shopping mall, there was a narrow escape passage. At this moment, Loew was like a trapped beast being chased by a hunter. He rushed out of the door in a panic, wanting only to escape from this nightmare-like pursuit. But fate played a strange joke on him at this moment. A car came speeding without warning, and with a dull crash, it hit Loew hard.

At first glance, it seemed that Loew was extremely unlucky, having been involved in a car accident right after escaping from the mall, but in fact, this turned out to be an unexpected "lucky turn of events". After all, as a man in his forties with declining physical functions, it was impossible for him to escape by just running for his life with his legs. Not to mention that there was a mysterious rider on a motorcycle among the pursuers, the overwhelming physical advantage of the young man was enough to make it impossible for him to escape.

"Take me away from here!" The young man in the car reacted quickly and braked the car in time. Love was not seriously injured. He turned over and eagerly leaned to the driver's window, shouting at the young man in the car at the top of his lungs. Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the back door hard.

Just when he finally opened the rear door, Norman chased him from a shortcut like a ghost. She was agile and sharp, and shouted at Loew: "Stop, you can't run away!"

Love had no idea of ​​the person who wanted to catch him, but he had only one thought in his mind: he must not be caught by anyone. Almost subconsciously, he took out his pistol without hesitation, used the car body as a cover, and shot at Novin frantically. The two crisp "bangs" were particularly harsh in this tense atmosphere, but his poor shooting skills caused all the bullets to deviate from the target and shoot to the side in vain.

Nowen reacted quickly and hid behind the wall nearby. Taking advantage of the gap between Loew's shots, she seized the opportunity, poked her head out suddenly, and the gun in her hand spit out flames accurately.

"Bang~"

With just one gunshot, the bullet hit Love's abdomen like a deadly lightning. Love screamed in agony. The excruciating pain made him no longer dare to continue shooting at Nowen. He hurriedly got into the car. He lay in the back seat in pain, holding the gun tightly against the driver's head, and threatened at the top of his lungs: "Drive, or I'll kill you, hurry up!"

The young man sitting in the driver's seat was terrified and stunned. The sound of the gunshots hitting the car was like a heavy hammer, hitting his fragile nerves again and again, making his legs weak with fear. He didn't dare to stay for even a second, and immediately restarted the car and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The car rushed into the distance like a crazy beast.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Norman chased after the car, firing repeatedly with his gun, and the dense gunshots echoed in the air. However, even if all the bullets in the magazine were emptied, the car that was fleeing crazily could not be stopped.

Just as Norman was quickly changing the magazine, a motorcycle suddenly appeared on the street ahead. The man on the motorcycle was wearing a cool leather jacket and a motorcycle helmet. It was the mysterious motorcycle gunman who appeared at the beginning.

"Press the pedal to the floor, don't stop, and rush forward!" Löw was terrified. He had no idea where this guy who suddenly appeared came from, and could only shout orders to the driver in panic.

The driver had a gun pointed at the back of his head, so he dared not disobey the order. He could only grit his teeth and rush towards the motorcycle. But just when the two vehicles were about to collide, the driver was completely dominated by fear. Driven by instinct, he subconsciously swerved to the right to try to avoid the terrible collision.

However, this move backfired. The motorcyclist saw the car rushing towards him without any intention of slowing down. He knew that he could not hit the car on a motorcycle, so he hurriedly changed lanes to the left to avoid it. But fate played tricks on people. The left side of the motorcycle happened to be the right side of the car. With a loud bang, the two cars collided violently.

The motorcycle gunman was knocked over by the huge impact force. He flew high up from the car like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground. Then he lay motionless, as if he had lost consciousness.

"Drive faster, drive faster, don't stop!" Loew looked through the car window and saw Nowen chasing him closely, as well as a burly man who had just appeared. He was so scared that the hairs on his back stood up. He frantically urged the driver, his voice becoming shrill and harsh because of fear. (End of this chapter)