The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Really?" Sergey took off his sunglasses and looked at Shakova with a worried look on his face, trying to change the subject and get rid of this slightly awkward situation. His eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and helplessness, as if he had really encountered something troublesome.

"You look tired and don't look well." Shakova said with a smile, and there seemed to be a trace of concern in her eyes, but Sergei keenly felt that there seemed to be a deeper purpose hidden behind this concern, which was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"I'm exhausted." Sergei sighed helplessly, his tone full of fatigue and helplessness, as if he had experienced countless hardships and setbacks in these days.

"The last time I saw you, you were planning to go home and reconcile with your wife." Sharkova changed the subject and cleverly played the emotional card. She tilted her head slightly, with a hint of concern in her eyes, trying to get closer to Sergey by recalling the past and arouse his resonance.

"I wanted to go back, and I tried, but I found that everything at home was different." Sergei's eyes flashed with sadness and loss, and he took a big gulp of beer, as if he wanted to use alcohol to numb the pain in his heart. His voice trembled slightly, as if it touched the softest part of his heart.

"It's not the family that's changed, it's very complicated, isn't it?" Shakova nodded slightly, her eyes revealing an understanding look. However, Sergei felt that she seemed to be just using his emotions to achieve her ulterior motives. This seemingly understanding speech made him feel a little disgusted.

Sergei didn't say anything, but silently picked up the beer and took another big sip, then changed the subject and said, "What are we doing here?" He didn't want to continue this topic, trying to break the slightly heavy atmosphere and lead the conversation in a new direction.

"Let's reminisce about the past." Shakova pretended to be dumb and had an innocent expression on her face. However, her eyes revealed a hint of nervousness, as if she was deliberately avoiding Sergei's questions, not wanting him to notice her true intentions.

"You never talk about the past. You are looking for a way to get in, to talk to me and gain my trust, to get me to do something?" Sergey said bluntly, with a sharp look in his eyes, staring straight at Shakova, as if he wanted to see through her inner thoughts. He knew Shakova's behavior patterns very well and would not be easily fooled by her appearance.

"It's time for you to go, Sergei." Shakova's thoughts were exposed, and a trace of embarrassment and displeasure flashed across her face. She couldn't save face, so she could only retreat and try to end the conversation and let Sergei leave.

Sergei stopped playing Tai Chi with her and said directly: "Zayev's plan must be very sinister. You alone..."

"Let's not talk about this. Please leave." Shakova's face suddenly changed. She interrupted Sergei and urged him urgently. At this time, someone was conveying orders to her through the earphones in her ears: "The time is up. If you can't get rid of him, I don't mind helping you." The speaker was a bald Russian. At this time, he was hiding in the tall building opposite, holding a sniper rifle, with the crosshairs firmly locked on Sergei's head. His eyes were cold and ruthless, and his finger was lightly on the trigger, ready to execute orders at any time.

"Sam, you have to go." Shakova urged again, her face became uglier than before, and her eyes revealed a trace of anxiety and fear. She knew that if Sergei was not allowed to leave as soon as possible, it might lead to serious consequences.

Sergei was a professional in this field, and was particularly sensitive to crises. Seeing Shakova's facial expression change and unusual behavior, he suddenly realized that the situation was not good. Without saying a word, he quickly picked up his sunglasses and put them back on, then stood up and left. His movements were clean and neat, without any hesitation. His steps were quick and powerful, as if something terrible was chasing him from behind.

The sniper hiding on the opposite side followed Sergei closely, his eyes fixed on his every move, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness and concentration. He slowly released his hand on the trigger, a hint of regret in his eyes, until Sergei's figure disappeared from his sight and could no longer be seen.

"Captain, bad news, I lost him." Sergei, who had turned the corner in front, immediately contacted Colonel Kechuan at the base camp, with a hint of regret and self-blame in his tone. He knew that his mistake might have a serious impact on the mission, and he was filled with guilt.

"You'd better be kidding." Colonel Coltrane's face suddenly became very ugly, and there was a hint of anger and dissatisfaction in his voice, as if he would explode at any time. He was very annoyed by Sergei's mistake, because it might cause the whole operation plan to be in trouble.

"What's wrong?" Sergei asked puzzledly. He was a little puzzled by Colonel Coltrane's violent reaction and didn't know what serious incident had occurred at the base camp.

"Someone has opened a backdoor in our system." Colonel Coltrane said angrily, his voice trembling slightly with anger, and every word seemed to be filled with anger.

"How could it be?" Sergei asked in surprise, his eyes widened instantly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. As a professional, he knew what it meant to have a backdoor in the system, which would expose their actions to the enemy's surveillance.

"She put it in there last time we worked together, so she was able to find this place." Chhetri had already disassembled his personal computer, and took out a small but delicate metal device from it, and threw it on the table angrily. As an expert in eavesdropping, he was really annoyed that someone had tampered with his computer without his knowledge. His face flushed red, his eyes were full of anger and self-blame, and he felt extremely regretful for his negligence.

"She stole all our intelligence information. We were fooled by that guy." Novin cursed angrily. Her voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in this small base camp. Her eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, and she was extremely indignant about Shakova's betrayal. "Damn it." After hearing this, Sergei's heart was filled with strong anger, and his face was red with anger. He turned around and ran back to the place just now, wanting to catch Shakova and question her to find out why she did this. However, when he ran over panting, he found that the place had been deserted for a long time, and there was not even a shadow of Shakova. Only the street cafe was still crowded with people, and people were still busy with their own things, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusory dream, without leaving any trace... But this seemingly illusory "dream" brought huge troubles and challenges to Team B. How will they deal with this sudden change and regain the initiative? It has become a difficult problem that needs to be solved urgently. At this time, the city is still bustling with traffic. Under the seemingly calm surface, there are deeper crises and conspiracies waiting for Team B to uncover...

A few minutes seemed to be stretched into a long torture. Shakova hurriedly walked through the shadows of the city and finally came to an abandoned old factory area far away from the noisy streets and hidden in the city. A slightly old yellow van was parked there quietly, which looked particularly abrupt against the desolate background.

As soon as Shakova opened the door, walked into the car and sat in the passenger seat, the bald man in the back of the van came over with a gloomy face and heavy steps. His eyes revealed ferocity and threats, and he said in a cold and hostile tone: "Do you think I dare not shoot just because you are sitting in the restaurant?" The voice seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, with a piercing chill.

The back of the van had obviously been carefully modified, with all the original chairs and sundries removed, and transformed into a mini workshop. Various sophisticated instruments and computer equipment were placed around, and the flashing indicator lights cast strange shadows in the dimly lit compartment.

"Our enemy is not the 20th team." Shakova frowned impatiently, with a hint of annoyance in her tone, and corrected anxiously. She was extremely anxious at the moment, and felt that the bald man's idea was ridiculous. He was still entangled in some insignificant things at this critical moment.

"Watch your tone, or you'll go home in disgrace once again." The bald man was operating the computer intently, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, while he slowly and sarcastically mocked her. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile, as if he was full of contempt for Shakova.

"I'm just being nice. Don't forget that I was able to find Zhiba because I stole the information." Shakova said with a serious expression, her eyes revealing determination and anger. She was secretly annoyed. If she hadn't been so smart and secretly tampered with Chettri's computer in the 20th team, successfully obtaining and confirming all the key intelligence information, how could she have tracked down the whereabouts of Zhiba after it was stolen? All the credit was ignored by the bald man, which really made her feel aggrieved.

"Maybe they are right, you may really be a traitor." The bald man showed no mercy to Shakova and continued to speak ill of her, sarcastically saying: "Pavel went too far back then, but he is at least a patriot. In any case, we have obtained the intelligence information, so your mission is over." His eyes were full of suspicion and determination, as if he had already determined that Shakova was the traitor.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bald man suddenly looked fierce, quickly picked up the rope beside him, and stepped behind Shakova like a ghost. With murderous intent flashing in his eyes, he put the rope around her neck without hesitation, and pulled back with both hands, trying to strangle her from behind. At that moment, the air seemed to be frozen with the breath of death.

Fortunately, Shakova reacted very quickly. With years of combat experience and keen intuition, she saw the bald man's sneak attack from the corner of her eye through the rearview mirror inside the car. Although it was too late to escape immediately, this brief moment gave her precious reaction time. She almost subconsciously raised one hand quickly and accurately protected her neck, just blocking the rope and her neck.

If this hand had not been inserted in the middle of her neck in time, in the face of the bald man's absolute strength advantage, in less than fifteen seconds, Sharkova would have fallen into a coma because the arteries in her neck would have been tightly strangled, causing rapid hypoxia in her brain and her life would have been in danger.

The bald man obviously didn't expect Shakova to react so quickly. At this critical moment, she was able to insert her hand to block him, preventing him from strangling Shakova. At this moment, he was furious, his feet firmly stepped on the back of the chair, his body leaned back, and his hands pulled the rope back like a pair of pliers. Every muscle was tense because of the force, and the veins on his face were bulging, as if he wanted to transfer all his anger and murderous intent to Shakova through this rope.

Shakova knew that she could not completely resist the tightening of the rope with just one hand. Although there was a little gap between her hand and her neck, it was not enough to let her escape from the predicament. As long as time went on, the bald man would continue to exert force and slowly strangle her to death. She knew in her heart that she was on the verge of life and death. If she could not find a way to escape as soon as possible, this day next year would probably really be her death anniversary.

At this critical moment, Shakova's brain was working rapidly, with only one thought in her mind - to save herself. Her eyes quickly scanned in front of her, eagerly searching for any possible chance to escape. Finally, her eyes fell on the car keys, and she immediately had an idea in her mind. She knew that starting the car, stepping on the accelerator to let the car rush out, and using the impact force to throw the bald man out might be the only way to solve the problem.

However, her hands were tied by the rope, and her range of motion was greatly limited. No matter how hard she stretched forward, she could not touch the key. Just when she was extremely anxious, she suddenly had an idea and thought of using her feet.

So, Sharkova stepped on her right foot with her left foot at a very fast speed, and tried her best to step out the shoe on her right foot. Then, she quickly stretched her sock-covered foot forward, twisting her toes flexibly, like a nimble finger, accurately clamped the key, and then twisted it vigorously.

"coax--"

With the roar of the engine, the car was successfully started. Shakova did not dare to delay for a moment, and immediately moved her foot down and quickly stepped on the accelerator. At the same time, her only remaining free hand groped for the gear lever, and her hands and feet worked closely together to quickly shift the gear.

"Coax~~~"

She stepped on the accelerator, and the car engine roared like a bull, and the car rushed forward. The powerful momentum seemed to smash everything in the way to pieces. (End of this chapter)