The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Sergei chased after them anxiously, his eyes fixed on the fleeing figures ahead. At this time, the driver and the hairy man had already fled quite a distance in panic, and their figures appeared and disappeared in the dim stairwell. Sergei quickened his pace, the stairs under his feet clattering as he stepped on them, and he quickly reported to the communication equipment in a hurried tone: "B2, the target is escaping from the east stairwell." At this moment, beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and his breathing became rapid and heavy due to the intense running. His eyes were full of anxiety and concentration, as if he wanted to see through the two fleeing figures.

"Received, on our way to intercept." A concise and powerful response came from the other end of the communication. However, Stonebridge was the only one downstairs waiting for the battle. All hopes of successfully stopping the two targets eager to escape rested on him. Stonebridge looked solemn, standing downstairs like a resolute statue, his eyes fixed on the exit of the east stairwell, his hands firmly holding the weapons in his hands, his knuckles slightly white due to the force, and his whole body exuded an aura of being ready to fight at any time, like a soldier about to go to war.

"Run faster, faster!"

"quick!!"

The driver and the hairy man ran desperately up the stairs as if they were being chased by the god of death. Their footsteps were chaotic and hurried, accompanied by screams of fear, and every step was accompanied by extreme fear, fearing that they would be caught by the person who caught up with them in the next second. Their voices trembled violently with fear, and echoed in the narrow stairwell, like desperate wails. At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds - escape, escape at all costs.

"Team B, please note that the local police have been dispatched. Hurry and get the package back. The operation cannot be exposed." Colonel Kechuan's anxious and serious voice came from the radio like a heavy hammer, with an unquestionable sense of urgency in his tone. He was in the command center, his eyes fixed on the monitoring screen, paying close attention to every subtle movement of the operation. He knew that once the operation was exposed, it would trigger a series of unpredictable and serious consequences, which might lead to the failure of the entire mission, or even a worse situation.

"There's a firefight going on, we can't get there." Nowen couldn't help but yell at the top of her voice, with an undisguised irritation in her voice. She was caught in a fierce firefight with a group of thugs, being held tightly, unable to get out and chase the target. This feeling of being trapped made her very angry, and she saw sparks of anger flashing in her eyes. She held the weapon in her hand tighter, and the joints were slightly white, as if she wanted to cut these thugs who were blocking her into pieces.

The hooligans were beaten back by the fierce attack, and they were running around the room like a group of headless flies, but they could not get out of the room. At this moment, they were filled with fear and despair, knowing that if they continued to stalemate like this, they would only die. In extreme panic, one of the hooligans rolled his eyes and a sinister idea came to his mind. He seized the opportunity, sneaked close to the gas pipe in the room, and then suddenly exerted force. With a sharp sound of metal twisting, the gas pipe was successfully destroyed by him.

Then he yelled at the top of his voice in the room: "There is gas in the room, don't shoot, if you shoot again we will all die together." The sharp and piercing voice kept echoing in the room, like the whisper of the devil, making people feel chilled.

"Fuck, it's still hot, stop firing." When Long Zhan heard the shout, his heart suddenly tightened. He knew the power of a gas explosion and didn't want to die with this group of thugs. He immediately shouted to his teammates who were attacking to stop. His voice was as loud as a bell, and it was particularly clear in this tense atmosphere, full of unquestionable majesty.

"What's wrong? Why stop firing?" Shakova was a little far away and didn't hear the shouting clearly. She was full of doubts and dissatisfaction. She frowned tightly, her eyes revealed a hint of displeasure, and asked loudly in the direction of Long Zhan, with a hint of questioning in her tone.

"The gas pipe is broken. If you start the fire, it will probably explode." Nowen hurriedly explained to her, with anxiety written all over her face. She knew the danger of gas explosion. Once an explosion occurred, the consequences would be disastrous, and everyone in the room would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

"Impossible, the gas concentration is not high enough. As long as we move fast enough, nothing will go wrong." Shakova didn't believe what Long Zhan and Nuo Wen said. With a stubborn look in her eyes, she cautiously poked her head out again and pointed her gun at the house, ready to shoot and attack again. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of disdain, as if she believed that her judgment was correct and that others were just worrying too much.

"Stop, you idiot. If you shoot, we'll all be dead." Nowen couldn't help but cursed rudely. Her voice rose several decibels because of anger, almost like a roar. She knew the danger of Shakova's move. This was no joke. Once the shooting started, everyone would be doomed.

Long Zhan also explained anxiously: "This is not an ordinary gas pipeline leak, but the pipeline is damaged and the leak is very fast. It may be okay to detonate the leaked gas, but if the pipeline is also detonated, the whole building will collapse." Long Zhan gestured with his hands while speaking, trying to make Shakova understand the seriousness of the matter. His eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, wetting his collar.

After hearing Long Zhan's explanation, Shakova couldn't help but feel a little scared. A hint of hesitation flashed across her eyes, and her hand holding the gun trembled slightly. In the end, she didn't rush in rashly, but chose to retreat again. At this time, although she was a little unwilling in her heart, her reason told her that she couldn't joke with everyone's lives. Her impulse just now almost caused a disaster.

Since they couldn't shoot, they could only fight in the most primitive way. Shakova, Long Zhan and Nuo Wen looked at each other, and their eyes showed firm determination. They began to take out their daggers, and the blades flashed coldly in the dim light. Seeing this, the gangsters in the room also quickly took out the cold weapons they carried with them. For a moment, all kinds of weapons appeared in the hands of everyone, including large machetes with cold light and thick blades, slender and sharp machetes that were terrifying, and small axes that were deadly... The whole room seemed to have instantly turned into a battlefield of cold weapons, filled with a tense and dangerous atmosphere, as if a bloody storm was about to come.

When the people holding cold weapons met, they immediately started a fierce fight without any hesitation. The sound of "ping ping pong pong" of fighting suddenly rang out in the room, accompanied by the violent collision of weapons, as well as the shouts of people due to exertion, heavy breathing and painful groans. Five gangsters faced Long Zhan and his three people. From the perspective of numbers, the gangsters did have an absolute advantage. However, hand-to-hand combat does not only depend on the number of people, but also on technology and strength. For people with superb fighting skills, one person is enough to resist many people. What's more, Long Zhan is not an ordinary person. He is burly and strong, like a nine-foot-tall warrior, with a dragon-like and tiger-like appearance, extraordinary momentum, and exuding a daunting domineering aura. Long Zhan was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, rushing among the gangsters, with swift and powerful movements. Each of his punches contained a huge amount of force. With one punch, he could send the gangsters flying three or four meters away. The gangsters who were hit flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and could not get up for a long time. With one kick, he could send people flying seven or eight meters, as if they were hit by a cannonball. The gangsters had no power to fight back under his attack. His moves were fierce and fierce, and each move went straight to the vital points. With just one move, the gangsters were either dead or disabled. Under Long Zhan's fierce attack, the gangsters fell to the ground one after another, struggling in pain and making miserable cries.

Long Zhan successfully dealt with these thugs. Shakova took the opportunity to rush into the room like a gust of wind and found the dying Lev in the mess. At this time, Lev looked very miserable, with scars all over his body, blood staining his clothes, and his face full of pain and despair. He was only half breath away, lying weakly on the ground, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

"Where is the thing? Where is the thing you stole?" Sharkova asked loudly as soon as she saw Loew, her eyes revealing anxiety and desire. She knew very well how important the stolen thing was to Russia. It was related to the country's security and interests, and she had to find it no matter what. Her voice echoed in the room with an irresistible majesty.

"No more." Although Löw was on the verge of death, he was still stubborn and refused to give in. He crawled forward with difficulty and said, "Haha, they actually sent a traitor like you to arrest me..." His voice was weak and hoarse, and every word he said seemed to use up all his strength, and his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

As Love spoke, his hand was less than ten centimeters away from the gun in front of him. At this time, the whole room was filled with gas, and the pungent smell made people feel suffocated. As long as Love took the gun and fired one shot, everyone in the room would be blown away. It would be a devastating disaster. No one could survive such an explosion. The whole room seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of death, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Seeing this, Shakova secretly cried out in her heart that it was not good. She knew the situation was critical and she had no time to run over to stop Loew. At this time, she could not stop Loew by talking. At this critical moment, she had no choice but to throw the dagger in her hand at Loew's back. A trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and she swung her arm vigorously, and the dagger flew out like a black lightning.

"Chi~"

The flying knife flew out like lightning, accurately hitting the back of Loew. The dagger sank into his body, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red, slowly flowing down the blade of the dagger. Loew's body suddenly stiffened, and then he uttered a painful groan, and then there was no movement.

"What's going on?" Nowen came over with a frown, full of confusion. It was clearly agreed during the previous cooperation that the things belonged to Shakova, and Love would be taken away by Team B. But now Shakova killed Love, which meant that Team B had worked in vain. There was a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes, and she stared at Shakova closely, as if she wanted to find the answer from her eyes.

"He wanted to take the gun in front, so I had to take action. The domination was taken away by that group of people, and we must take it back." Seeing that Novin looked unhappy, Shakova hurriedly explained anxiously to avoid misunderstanding. There was a trace of panic in her eyes, fearing that Novin would not believe her words, and secretly prayed in her heart that Novin could understand her actions.

Novin looked in the direction that Shakova pointed, and saw that Love's right hand was stretched out, and there was a pistol not far in front of him. She was shocked and believed Shakova's words, and did not continue to investigate. She knew that time was running out and there were more important things to do. The most urgent thing was to get back the "Zhiba" that was taken away.

Novin turned to the radio and asked, "B1, any information on the whereabouts of the escapees?" Her voice was steady and powerful, revealing a sense of competence and decisiveness, as if she was conveying a firm belief to her teammates.

"Yes, we are suppressing them." Stonebatch's voice came from the radio, firm and confident. At this moment, he and the police were suppressing the driver and the hairy man from the front, and Sergei had caught up in time and joined the fierce gunfight. With the abilities of Sergei and Stonebatch, they could have quickly taken down the two opponents. With his rich combat experience and accurate marksmanship, Stonebatch kept shooting at the enemy and suppressing their actions; Sergei was moving flexibly between the bunkers like a ghost, looking for the best shooting position, which put great pressure on the enemy.

Unfortunately, the local police rushed over at this time. For some reason, the appearance of this group of local police helped the driver and the hairy man. Under the intervention of the local police, Stonebeach and Sergei had to stop firing. Stonebeach felt helpless. He knew that without the permission of local law enforcement, once the action was exposed, it would cause greater trouble and might bring disastrous consequences to the entire mission.

"I'm going to attack. Hold on a little longer. I will definitely catch them." Sergei was obviously unwilling to give up. There was a hint of anger and unwillingness in his voice. He watched helplessly as the target that was about to be caught might escape because of the intervention of the police. He couldn't accept it in his heart. His eyes were burning with anger, and he held the weapon tightly in his hand, as if he could bring the enemy to justice if he was given another chance. (End of this chapter)