The film starts with the Navy SEALs

They let out an almost insane shout and began to rush out desperately, holding the guns in their hands tightly, and bullets poured out of the bedroom like water, as if they were going to destroy the whole world.

Under the crazy and disorderly attacks of the gangsters, Long Zhan had to temporarily avoid the attack outside the bedroom. After all, one of the important tasks of this operation was to capture Loew alive, which greatly limited Long Zhan's choice of weapons. He could not use grenades and other weapons with strong range of lethality. In this narrow and closed indoor space, his movements were restricted everywhere. Every step forward required carefulness, and he could fall into danger if he was not careful.

Under the cover of the hooligans' crazy attack, the hairy man and the driver seized the opportunity and sneaked out of the back door of the room like two cunning foxes. Their figures flashed in the dim corridor and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Someone is running away on the left." Shakova's eyes were sharp, like an eagle soaring in the sky. She spotted the two drivers who had escaped at the first time. She immediately spoke to remind Long Zhan and others, with a hint of anxiety and tension in her voice. The voice was particularly clear in this noisy environment, like an alarm, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"They may have taken the package." Nowen immediately added a new key piece of information, making everyone realize that the urgency of the situation had risen to a new level. Everyone understood that the so-called package was most likely the key target of their operation and they must not let it fall into the hands of the enemy.

At this time, Shakova and Novin were both tightly held by the gangsters. They were like trapped animals in a quagmire, unable to escape and chase after them to get their things back. In desperation, they could only pin all their hopes on Sergei and others on the other side.

"Got it. I'll take care of it." Sergei heard the call and without hesitation, he immediately chased in the direction the two men fled like an arrow from a bow. His steps were quick and firm, and every step seemed to be stepping on the heart of the enemy, with the determination to win.

The driver and the hairy-chested man ran to the corridor in a panic, breathing heavily, as if they had just experienced a life-and-death chase. They carefully looked downstairs and happened to see a policeman holding a gun, looking around nervously.

When the police heard the fierce gunfire coming from the building, their first reaction was to rush up to check the situation and perform their duties as police officers. But the gunfire was too intense, and it was clear that at least a dozen people were exchanging fire. The police were not the kind of reckless people who only knew how to act recklessly. He knew that if he rushed up alone, he would undoubtedly be a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth and would die. So, after a brief thought, he wisely chose to report the situation to the command center first, and then stayed downstairs to be responsible for surveillance and waiting for the arrival of support.

Seeing two people suddenly sticking their heads out, the policeman, out of professional instinct, shouted to them: "Hey, what's going on up there? Come down quickly." The policeman's intention was very clear, which was to find a witness and figure out what happened up there first, so as to better deal with various situations that might arise next.

As a result, the two hooligans upstairs who were being chased and were in a state of panic mistakenly thought that the police were here to arrest them. They were already completely shrouded in fear and panic, and when they saw that the police dared to block the road, they immediately became terrified. Their eyes were red, full of madness and despair, and they raised their machine guns and fired wildly at the people downstairs.

For a moment, bullets poured downstairs like locusts passing through the air, and the dense bullets whizzed through the air, making a sharp sound. The people who were watching the excitement and the policeman were caught off guard. Under this crazy machine gun fire, many people fell down in an instant, and blood flowed out of their bodies like a fountain. Screams and exclamations suddenly rang out on the street, and the sound resounded all around, as if it was a wail from hell. The blood quickly spread on the ground, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which made people want to vomit.

Fortunately, Stonebridge had been guarding downstairs. At this critical moment, he reacted quickly and immediately pulled out his gun and fought back like lightning.

"Clap clap clap..."

A series of precise bursts of shots were fired from Stonebridge's pistol, each bullet carrying his anger and determination, like a deadly venomous snake, shooting towards the upper floors. The dust splashed by the bullets hitting the wall fell on the driver's face. This sudden attack frightened the driver and made him shudder, and his originally crazy state became slightly sober. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he dared not continue to show his head and shoot randomly. He quickly lowered his head, like a frightened mouse, hiding under the guardrail to avoid the wind.

"Go go go, let's go." Stonebridge fired while waiting for the right moment. Seeing that the policeman's leg was injured, he rushed over, stretched out his strong arm, and dragged the policeman to the cover nearby. His movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

"Da da da da..." The driver, a gangster, saw that the gunfire below had stopped temporarily, so he bravely emerged and continued to fire wildly with his machine gun. Bullets rained down on the street below, splashing a string of sparks, as if to set the entire street on fire. The people on the street had long been scared out of their wits and ran away, leaving only the injured screaming in pain on the ground, and those screams seemed to be an accusation of the chaos.

Stonebridge dragged the injured policeman and hid behind the car. He was so overwhelmed by the dense bullets that he dared not show his head at all. He could only wait for the other side to run out of bullets. In this tense confrontation, every second seemed extremely long, as if time had frozen at this moment.

"I've been shot and am dying, help me." This policeman was really cowardly. He was completely frightened hiding behind the car. Not only did he not dare to shoot back, he just kept shouting, his voice full of fear and despair, as if the end of the world had come.

"Shut up, it's just a flesh wound, you won't die." Stonebridge only needed to take a glance, and with his rich combat experience, he could quickly analyze that the other party's injuries were not serious, just flesh scrapes. He shouted loudly to stop the policeman's shouting, with a hint of majesty and anxiety in his voice, and then asked anxiously: "What's your name?"

"Spieg, officer." The policeman calmed down a little after hearing that he was not going to die, and finally stopped shouting. His voice was still trembling, and it was obvious that he had not fully recovered from the fear just now.

"Listen to me, Officer Spiegel, I'll divert his fire, you take the people away." Stonebridge pointed at the injured people on the road and said loudly with a serious look, his eyes revealing an unquestionable determination and sense of responsibility. He knew that every second was crucial at this moment, and he must take action as soon as possible to protect the lives of the people.

"No, no, I can't do it. I can't do it." Spiegel was so frightened that his face turned pale as paper, and his body couldn't stop shaking like a leaf shivering in the cold wind. He shook his head repeatedly to refuse. His heart was filled with fear, and he had completely lost the courage and determination that a policeman should have.

"The gunman is shooting blindly, and people will get hurt. You are a police officer, and you must take responsibility for them. I believe you can do it." Stonebridge continued to shout solemnly, trying to awaken Spiegel's sense of responsibility and mission as a police officer. His voice was like a huge bell, and it seemed particularly powerful in this chaotic scene, as if it could penetrate the fear in Spiegel's heart.

"Give me the magazine, quick." The driver upstairs emptied the magazine frantically and shouted to the hairy man who came with him, with a hint of panic and urgency in his voice. His eyes revealed a hint of anxiety, fearing that he would fail at this critical moment and be caught by the enemy.

After being "brainwashed" by Stonebridge, Spigo thought that as a policeman, it would be too shameful to hide at this time. His sense of responsibility and shame were awakened at this moment. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll try my best."

"Very good, get ready." Stonebridge patted Spiegel on the shoulder to encourage him. Then, he took a deep breath and rushed out like a cheetah, shooting at the corridor upstairs, shouting loudly while shooting: "Go, go quickly." His figure seemed so small in the hail of bullets, but so firm, like an unshakable lighthouse.

Spiegel was still quite brave at this time and did not fail at this critical moment. Seeing Stonebridge rushing out to suppress the enemy's firepower, he also plucked up his courage and rushed towards the pedestrians lying on the road like a brave soldier. He grabbed one and dragged him behind the bunker on the right with all his strength. At the same time, he shouted loudly to organize the evacuation of those people who were still hiding nearby and in danger. His voice became hoarse due to tension and anxiety, but it was full of power, as if injecting a shot of cardiotonic into the panicked people.

"Pah, pah, pah..." Stonebridge's shooting was very accurate. He moved flexibly while shooting, and the landing point of each bullet was accurately covered by the driver's shooting range, which caused great pressure on the driver. He was like a skilled dancer, dancing in the hail of bullets, and every movement was full of power and beauty. The driver finally changed the magazine and was about to shoot again, but found that the position where he was shooting had been suppressed by powerful firepower. He could only hide helplessly and wait anxiously for an opportunity. It turned out that the person shooting below had extremely fierce firepower and changed the magazine very quickly, in less than two seconds, and there was basically no interruption in firepower. He couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in his heart, realizing that he had met a strong opponent.

Moreover, the hairy-chested man who was on guard at the back suddenly found that someone was chasing them from upstairs. This made the driver and the hairy-chested man realize that the situation was not good. They were like frightened birds and had to stop immediately and choose to run away from this place at the risk of their lives. They were in a panic and fled everywhere, fearing that they would be attacked from both sides and become trapped. Their figures shuttled back and forth in the corridor in a panic, like two headless flies, and the whole scene fell into chaos...

In this chaos, all parties are trying their best to achieve their goals. Long Zhan and others continue to deal with the gangsters in the house, trying to control the situation and find Loew; Sergei chases them closely, trying to take back the key package that may be taken away; Stonebridge and Spiegel try to protect the people downstairs and engage in a fierce battle with the gunmen upstairs. The entire apartment building seems to have turned into a huge battlefield, and every corner is full of danger and variables, and this thrilling contest is far from over.

……

When Sergei caught up, the driver and the hairy-chested man had already run far away. He could only report: "B2, the target is escaping from the east stairwell."

"Received, on our way to intercept."

Only Stonebridge is guarding downstairs, and whether he can stop them depends on him.

"Run faster, quicker."

"quick!!"

The driver and the hairy-chested man were in a panic and ran down the stairs quickly, afraid that someone would catch them. Their voices were trembling.

"Team B, take note! The local police have been dispatched. Get the package back quickly. The operation cannot be exposed." Colonel Kechuan urged on the radio.

"There's a firefight going on. We can't get there."

Norman shouted at the top of his voice, with a bit of annoyance. He was really annoyed to be dragged by the gangsters.

The gangsters were beaten so badly that they couldn't get out. They were extremely panicked at the moment, knowing that if the stalemate continued, they would all die.

One of them came up with an idea and actually destroyed the gas pipe in the room.

He also shouted in the room: "There is gas in the room, please stop shooting. If you shoot again, we will all die together."

"Fuck, it's so hot, stop firing now."

Long Zhan didn't want to die with this group of thugs, so he quickly stopped his teammates who were attacking.

"What's wrong? Why stop firing?" Shakova didn't hear the shouting clearly, and asked in the direction of Long Zhan with dissatisfaction.

"The gas pipe is broken. If we start the fire, it will probably explode," Nowen explained.

"Impossible, the gas concentration is not high enough. As long as we move fast enough, there won't be any problems."

Shakova didn't believe Long Zhan and Nowen, so she stuck her head out again, pointed the gun into the house, and prepared to shoot and attack again.

"Stop, you idiot. If you shoot, we'll all die." Norman cursed bluntly.

Long Zhan also explained: "This is not a leak from a broken gas pipeline, but the pipeline has been damaged and the leak is very fast.

It's true that detonating the leaked gas is fine, but if the pipeline also explodes, the whole building will collapse."

(End of this chapter)