The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Nothing, it's the result of my usual training. I suppressed my fear and completed the mission. I stayed calm during the battle." Stonebridge explained in a suggestion way. He hoped that the young policeman could do as he said, overcome his fear, and constantly improve himself. He believed that he would soon become stronger.

"I will, thank you. If you need any help, just let me know." The young policeman understood what Stonebridge meant and expressed his gratitude sincerely. He felt that Stonebridge not only saved him, but also pointed out a path for him to grow.

"That's great. I really need your help. I need some information about the gunmen. Two suspicious people are going to enter the city in the next two days. Please input their information and see when they will enter the city." Stonebich said, taking out his mobile phone and opening the picture. It was the picture of Zaev and Mach. He knew that the appearance of these two people might bring new troubles, so he had to prepare in advance.

"I said I wanted to help but..." The young policeman smiled awkwardly and wanted to explain. He was just being polite, but he didn't expect Stonebridge to really make a request. But before he could finish his words, Stonebridge interrupted him.

"Spieg, don't force me to change my testimony," Stonebridge threatened, knowing that this sentence would hit the soft spot of the young policeman.

The young policeman had never had much status in the police station. This time, he fought bravely with the criminals and saved many civilians. He made a complete comeback and was awarded merit. Promotion is just around the corner. But if Stonebridge were to modify his testimony now and say that it had nothing to do with the young policeman, his life would be ruined.

No matter how helpless the young policeman was, he had to grit his teeth and help Stonebridge. He knew that he had no choice but to do what Stonebridge asked. At this moment, he was dissatisfied with Stonebridge's threats and worried about his future. Stonebridge looked at him quietly, with a firm look in his eyes. He knew that his approach was a bit tough, but in order to obtain key information and deal with the upcoming crisis, he had no choice.

In the slightly cramped and dimly lit temporary base camp of Team B, the air was filled with a sense of oppression and tension. The mottled walls were covered with various maps and mission briefings, which looked even more old and mysterious under the interweaving of the dim light and shadow. In the corner, several computers were humming, and the flashing cursors on the screens seemed to be telling silent secrets.

"Tell me, how does it feel to see Shakova again?" Colonel Kechuan frowned slightly, his deep eyes revealing a hint of scrutiny and inquiry. His voice was low and steady, but it carried an invisible sense of oppression in this small space, and he slowly asked Nowen.

"Haha, it's a bit like a high school reunion, everyone compares each other's achievements, who has it and who doesn't." Norman's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, that smile seemed relaxed, but it was faintly mixed with a hint of complex and difficult to distinguish emotions. She slowly expressed her feelings, then raised her eyebrows slightly, with curiosity and inquiry flashing in her eyes, and asked Colonel Coltrane: "So, boss, what do you think?" She stared at Colonel Coltrane, as if trying to dig out deeper thoughts from his seemingly calm expression.

"She was a very useful resource." Colonel Coltrane's reply was concise and meaningful, with a tone of recollection and emotion about past experiences. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes seemed to travel through time and space, as if he was carefully searching every detail and picture related to Sharkova in his mind.

"Haha, that's one way of saying it." Norman smiled lightly, with a sly gleam in his eyes. She paused for a moment, looked at Colonel Coltrane's slightly puzzled expression, and then became serious, saying seriously, "Boss, don't get me wrong. I mean, the resources she had did play a big role for you at the time, but times have changed, and the situation is different now." Her tone was firm and steady, and her eyes revealed a clear and sharp judgment of the situation.

After hearing this, Colonel Kechuan was slightly stunned, with a thoughtful look on his face, staring at Norman blankly. He lowered his head slightly, and his fingers tapped the table unconsciously, making a rhythmic sound, as if he was beating the rhythm of his inner thoughts, and fell into a short and deep contemplation.

At this moment, Chettri stared at the computer screen intently with a focused and serious expression, and read in a clear and loud voice: "Sir, Stonebridge has received information from the police station. He has obtained the identity information of a gunman. His name is Nadel Topa. He was once imprisoned for drug trafficking and is now a taxi driver." His voice broke the brief silence in the base camp, adding a bit of solemnity to the already tense atmosphere.

"He was pretending to be Korgan, I'm sure of that." Nowen stared at Topa's photo on the screen, her tone unquestionable. She leaned closer to the screen, her eyes revealing a hint of alertness and concentration, as if she was trying to recall every detail related to Topa.

"Yes, the license plate information matches. And just a few hours ago, I found out that Topal went to Yoda Heim's house." Chettri typed quickly on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, and continued, "This Heim started from scratch in the shoe-shining business. With his extraordinary shrewdness and extraordinary courage, he boldly invested the meager profits earned from the shoe-shining business into the operation of underground casinos. As the underground casino business became more and more prosperous, his ambitions gradually expanded, and he began to get involved in dark areas such as intimidation, extortion and loan sharking. After a series of means, he has now successfully whitewashed himself and transformed himself. He is thriving in the real estate development industry, and has also gained a firm foothold in the business world, with a certain status and influence." Chettri introduced Heim's background in detail, and his tone seemed to be telling a story full of legends and sins.

"Who is that pretty girl?" Nowen's eyes were suddenly attracted by a beautiful woman standing next to Haim in the computer profile picture, and she couldn't help but become very interested in the identity of this woman. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of curiosity and doubt, as if she wanted to see through the screen to see everything about this woman.

"Heim's wife, Rifka Heim, they have been married for three years." Chetri replied quickly, his fingers still dancing busily on the keyboard, making crisp tapping sounds.

"Do you know what Topal is going to do?" Colonel Coltrane frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety and worry, and he asked Chetri impatiently.

"According to common sense, it would be difficult for us to obtain relevant information, after all, there were only two of them in the house at the time. However, the Heim family uses the Wilp smart home appliance system, which covers all home appliances from monitors, lights to heaters." Chettri smiled lightly, with a glimmer of pride in his eyes, and then said: "You may still remember that Wilp made headlines last year because of a serious loophole in its security system." There was a sense of gloating in his tone, as if the emergence of this loophole was a great opportunity given to them by God. "Of course I remember, that was a hot topic that the boss and I discussed at the time." Nowen nodded, with a look of reminiscence on his face, as if he had returned to the scene of discussing this incident.

"Some people are particularly interested in this kind of thing, so they conducted in-depth research on this vulnerability. As a result, we can now exploit this vulnerability and obtain some key information." As Chhetri said, his hands quickly tapped on the keyboard. With a burst of intensive and crisp keyboard tapping, several surveillance pictures soon appeared on the screen, showing the scene in Haim's home. Although the picture was a little blurry, the general outline and the actions of the people were still clearly visible.

When Colonel Kechuan saw this, his eyes lit up instantly, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness. He leaned forward involuntarily, staring at the screen, and asked anxiously: "Can you control the monitor remotely?" His eyes were full of anticipation, as if as long as he could control the monitor, he could take control of the entire situation and seize the initiative in the incident.

"No, at the moment we can only view the images but cannot perform any control operations." Chetri replied quickly, with a hint of regret and helplessness in his tone.

"That's very good, well done." Colonel Kechuan nodded with satisfaction, a relieved smile on his face, and immediately gave an order in a firm and powerful tone: "Try to enter the system immediately and get the surveillance video in its entirety. Remember, getting 'Domination' is our top priority right now, and we cannot afford to lose it." His voice was firm and majestic, full of unquestionable power.

"Okay, boss." Chettri nodded confidently and immediately devoted himself to the operation. However, things did not go as smoothly as he imagined. He had just operated it for a few times when the picture on the screen suddenly became blurred, as if covered by a thick layer of fog, and there was a serious freeze. The picture was like an old and damaged film, slowly jumping frame by frame, accompanied by a harsh sound of electricity.

"Sorry, there's something wrong with the image. Let me check it carefully." Chhetri frowned, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and a trace of anxiety and tension appeared on his face. As he spoke, he quickly and methodically began to troubleshoot the problem. It seemed that it would take some time and effort to solve this difficult problem.

Taking advantage of this free time, Colonel Kechuan picked up the radio, with a serious and solemn expression, and said seriously into the radio: "B2, report the current situation." His voice was transmitted clearly and accurately to the other end through the radio waves.

"Still tracking." Sergei replied to Colonel Coltrane briefly and crisply, and the phone in his back pocket suddenly vibrated violently. He was slightly stunned, a trace of doubt flashed across his face, and he stopped and took out his phone. The phone screen showed an unknown call. Sergei hesitated for such a short second, with a trace of vigilance and caution in his eyes, but out of professional instinct and curiosity about the unknown situation, he finally chose to answer the call. He carefully put the phone to his ear and said, "Who is it?"

"Want to have a beer?" The voice on the phone was clear and familiar, and the tone seemed to have an invisible magic that instantly startled Sergei. He subconsciously raised his head and quickly looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Shakova sitting leisurely in an open-air cafe on the street. She was wearing a simple and capable black suit, her hair was casually tied behind her head, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, with a hint of provocation and teasing in her eyes, looking at him, gently hooking her finger, as if issuing a mysterious invitation to him.

Sergei saw that his tracking action had been exposed, but he did not show any embarrassment on his face. On the contrary, he was very calm and walked towards Shakova. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be filled with professional confidence. He sat down leisurely on the chair opposite Shakova, crossed his legs casually, and asked with a faint smile on his face, "How did you find me?" His eyes revealed a hint of curiosity, and he was also secretly observing Shakova's expression, trying to find the answer from her subtle reaction.

"Your tracking skills are fine." Shakova smiled and the first thing she said was a compliment. However, this was very different from her usual strong personality. Sergei couldn't help but think that she was so abnormal, obviously she wanted something from him, or wanted to seek some form of cooperation. Shakova's smile seemed sincere, but her eyes revealed a hint of nervousness and anxiety that was not easy to detect.

"I don't need your approval." Sergei snorted coldly, as if he was entertaining guests at home, and picked up the beer that had been prepared on the table and poured it for himself. There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if he didn't care about Shakova's compliment.

"Stop following me, Sergei." Shakova frowned slightly, with a hint of impatience and toughness in her tone, as if she didn't want to go around in circles with Sergei anymore.

"This is purely a coincidence." Sergei remained calm and didn't even blink when he told a lie. He picked up the glass calmly, took a sip of beer, and added: "I got here before you, and you got here later than me." His tone was firm and steady, as if he was stating an irrefutable fact, trying to use this method to cover up the fact that he was following.

"Isn't it that I arrived first and you later?" Shakova was amused, her laughter was clear and loud, especially abrupt in this slightly noisy street cafe. She tilted her head slightly, with a hint of cunning in her eyes, as if she saw through Sergei's lie, but deliberately didn't point it out.

(End of this chapter)