The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"It's not your turn to ask questions. Please take care of your secretary and stop shouting here." Sharkova did not show any weakness, and she was outnumbered. She was annoyed by Chhetri's questions, thinking that they had nothing to do with the current situation and that he was deliberately looking for trouble.

"You really can't type it out..." Colonel Kechuan's face became more and more serious. He stared at Shakova, as if thinking about something.

"Because I take orders from Moscow, not you, I really shouldn't cooperate with you." Sharkova continued to do what she wanted, and after she finished her arrogant remarks, she turned and left. Her steps were firm, without any hesitation, as if she was completely disappointed with this team.

Everyone watched Shakova leave quietly, and no one spoke to stop her. They were all dissatisfied with Shakova's behavior and frustrated with the failure of this operation. It was not until Shakova walked out of the gate that Colonel Kechuan slowly gave the order to let Sergei secretly follow Shakova. He already had an idea in his mind and wanted to see what Shakova would do next.

"It's so interesting that she was so angry that she ran away." Norman couldn't help but tease, trying to ease the depressing atmosphere.

"Let's see what she does next." Colonel Kechuan frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of worry and expectation. He knew that Shakova's behavior might bring more variables to the whole incident, and he had to pay close attention to her movements in order to better deal with the situation that might arise next. At this moment, the atmosphere in the base camp was still solemn, like the calm before the storm, which made people feel a little uneasy. And Shakova's departure also cast a more mysterious veil over the whole incident. Everyone was waiting for the subsequent development, not knowing how this series of events would end...

On the edge of the city, a luxurious European-style manor stands quietly. The manor's outer wall is covered with emerald green ivy, swaying gently in the breeze like green waves. The snow-white stairs slowly extend down from the front door, shining softly under the sunlight, as if telling the dignity and wealth of the manor owner.

Topa, carrying a backpack containing the black box "Zhiba", stepped onto the snow-white stairs with a slightly heavy step and a nervous look. With every step, he seemed to be stepping on his own heartbeat, and the nervous mood followed him like a shadow. He came here with an important mission, and faced with an unknown trading partner, he was full of anxiety. The hairy man was only responsible for the connection, and the driver Topa was the one who ultimately took on the heavy responsibility of the transaction.

The guards at the gate of the manor seemed to be well prepared. As soon as Topa appeared, they looked at him with scrutiny. After confirming his identity, the bodyguard nodded slightly, motioned Topa to follow, and took him into the hall of the manor. Topa had never stepped into such a luxurious place. As soon as he entered the hall, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. The crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, and the bright light sprinkled like stars, reflecting on the smooth marble floor, reflecting dreamy light and shadow. There were exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls around, each of which seemed to be telling a distant story. Topa felt as if he was in a fairy tale world, but at this moment, except for his eyes that couldn't help but look around curiously, the rest of his body was stiff and dared not move, for fear that he would accidentally break some expensive objects and bring himself a fatal disaster.

Just as Topa was carefully observing the layout of the house, the door on one side of the hall was slowly pushed open, and a sturdy middle-aged man walked in with steady steps. He walked straight to the wine cabinet next to him and skillfully took out a bottle of red wine. His movements were elegant and confident, as if this was his most familiar daily routine. While pouring the red wine, he asked in a slightly lazy tone: "Are you Odell's drug dealer?"

Just from his carefree attitude in this room, the natural posture of the owner of the room, his identity is obvious - he is Heim mentioned by the chest-haired man. Heim has a sturdy figure, a clear face, and deep eyes that reveal a kind of sophistication and coldness.

"No, no, that's my friend Danny Dehan. We grew up together. He was the one who contacted Odile. I was a taxi driver." Topar was so nervous that he stuttered a little and explained quickly. After that, he seemed to feel that this explanation was not perfect, and hurriedly added: "Actually, the car is not mine. I'm just a driver..." At this moment, he was like a child who had done something wrong and was eager to clarify himself to the adults.

"Topa, your name is Topa." The sturdy man Heim interrupted Topa and called out his name directly. This seemingly simple action actually hinted that Topa did not need to explain more, as he had already investigated Topa's background clearly.

"Yes!" Topa nodded nervously, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

"I heard you have something valuable to sell. Show it to me." Heim walked to the sofa leisurely, sat down with his legs crossed, and said casually. There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if he didn't have much hope for the valuable things Topal mentioned.

"Yes." Topa quickly took off his backpack, fumbled in it with both hands, carefully took out the black box, and walked quickly towards Heim. His steps were hurried and flustered, as if he was holding a rare treasure in his hands and was afraid that he would lose it if he was not careful.

"What is this?" Heim did not stand up to greet him, nor did he even extend his hand. His eyes showed a faint lack of interest. In his eyes, this seemingly ordinary black box was nothing special.

"This box is password protected. If you enter the wrong password, it will be automatically destroyed." Topa was very cautious. He knew the power and means of the man in front of him and was afraid that Heim would take it by force. So he first told him the precautions for the black box and then started to enter the password. When entering the password, he carefully covered it with his hand, as if he was guarding a huge secret and was afraid that Heim would see it.

However, Heim didn't even look at this side. He was concentrating on taking out a cigar and carefully trimming it in his hands, as if he didn't hear Topar's words at all. With Heim's status and ability, he really had countless ways to get the password, so why would he bother to peek?
After Topa entered the correct password, he gently opened the box and took out a small USB flash drive from it. He hurriedly said, "Whatever this is, there is a group of people who are desperately trying to get it. I think it will definitely be very valuable in the eyes of a discerning buyer." There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping that Heim could realize the value of this USB flash drive.

"Huh..." Heim took a deep puff of the cigar, slowly exhaled circles of smoke, leaned lazily on the sofa, and asked casually: "Why did you come to me?" His eyes looked coldly at Toppa through the smoke, as if he wanted to see through every thought in Toppa's mind.

"Because, because I can't find a buyer who knows the goods, maybe you can find one." Topa replied stutteringly. After that, he seemed to remember something and hurriedly took out a mobile phone from his pocket and added: "I have another mobile phone here, which belonged to the previous owner of this thing. Maybe it can help you." There was a hint of flattery in his voice, hoping that this mobile phone could increase his bargaining chips.

"What kind of trick is this? Huh?" Heim didn't believe what Topar said. In his opinion, a taxi driver couldn't get anything really valuable. He felt like he was being fooled. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He stood up from the sofa and approached Topar with fierce steps. "No, no, I swear." Topar was extremely panicked and immediately explained, his voice became sharp because of fear.

However, Heim did not listen to his explanation at all. He grabbed Topa's hair and pressed his head hard on the billiard table next to him. Heim said in a mocking tone: "I have been on the streets and know the methods of you Arabs." Then, he turned the cigar over and pointed the lit end at Topa's face, threatening: "You'd better tell me the truth." At this moment, Heim was like an angry lion, exuding a chilling breath.

"I hit a Russian while driving. He asked me to find a doctor for him. I stole it from him." Topa was so scared that he was shaking all over. He quickly explained. Although Topa was brave, he still had some brains. He explained with reservations because he couldn't say that it was a robbery. If he said that he led people to rob, and the Russian was already dead, and a group of strong people showed up and beat several of them to death, leaving them in a state of embarrassment, I'm afraid Heim might not take the job. After all, no one would get into big trouble for a little money.

"Good, you're a lunatic." Heim patted Toppa's face, let him go, walked back to the sofa and sat down, and asked, "Since it's stolen, will this Russian cause trouble?" There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes. He must understand the potential risks clearly.

"No!" Topa said affirmatively. Topa's words were indeed true. The Russian Loew was dead, so he would not cause trouble. But whether other people would cause trouble... Topa dared not say! He was a little worried in his heart, but at this moment he could only bite the bullet and say so.

"That's good. Don't drive the car that hit him again. Leave the box here and I'll study it. Also, remember to give me the password." Heim was like a boss in control of the situation. He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and gave orders while smoking a cigar. His tone was unquestionable, as if everything was under his control.

"No, I'll give it to you only after I find a buyer. Also, I want a 50-50 split." Although Topal was very scared, he thought that he had taken such a big risk just to get those millions. He couldn't accept it if he just made a wedding dress for Heim so easily, so he gritted his teeth and made the request.

"Seventy-three percent," Heim said coldly, with a hint of impatience in his eyes. He felt that he had given Topar enough face, but this taxi driver dared to bargain.

"Mr. Heim..." Topa still wanted to fight for it.

"What else do you want?" Heim interrupted without giving any face: "You drive a taxi, have any passengers ever scolded you? Saying this is not your country?" Heim's words were obviously threatening, meaning that Topa should understand his position clearly. In this place, he, Heim, is the master, and Topa is just an insignificant little person. It is already very good to be able to give him money, and he should not even think about negotiating terms with the master.

Toppa looked at Heim's cold eyes, and fear came over him. He knew that if he dared to refuse, he would probably not be able to leave the room. He was so scared that he dared not say a word and could only accept the result silently.

"People are ignorant, don't let ignorance harm you, get out of here." Heim still had some bottom line and didn't ask Topal for the password. After all, he was confident that he would eventually get the password with his own ability.

Topa was completely shocked and didn't dare to say anything more. He left in a hurry. He walked hurriedly, as if something terrible was chasing him. When he walked out of the manor gate and the heavy door slowly closed behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief, but the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

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At the same time, on the other side of the city, the atmosphere in the police station was a little depressing. Stonebridge had fought a fierce battle with the gangsters downstairs and cooperated with a young policeman. In order to avoid being wanted by the police, he had no choice but to cooperate and come to the police station.

"Mr. Stonebridge, thank you for providing my testimony to the officer," the young policeman said gratefully with a smile on his face. He knew that Stonebridge's testimony was crucial to him and was the key to his success in the police station.

"It's a good thing to prove that you saved people." Stonebridge responded with a smile. There was a hint of gentleness in his smile, which made people feel kind.

"I haven't been doing well recently. Some people in the police station said I was not qualified to be a police officer. Someone also put quick-drying glue in my locker, which prevented me from taking out my police equipment. I was stuck for three hours and couldn't go out on duty." The young policeman shook his head helplessly, with a hint of grievance in his eyes. In this police station, he has been ostracized and harassed by his colleagues, and his life is not going well.

"Are you serious?" Stonebridge was amused by his words, but he couldn't believe that such a thing could happen inside the police station. In his opinion, the police station should be a united and fair place, but he didn't expect such a problem to exist inside.

"I don't know how you did it. You are not afraid of the hail of bullets." The young policeman looked at Stonebridge with admiration. In his heart, Stonebridge's heroic fighting in the hail of bullets was something he could never achieve. He always wanted to be as brave as Stonebridge, but he always encountered setbacks in reality. (End of this chapter)