The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"So, I decided to give this mission to you." Colonel Kechuan's eyes swept back and forth between Sergei and Long Zhan, revealing an unquestionable determination, and his intentions were clear. There was both helplessness and a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping that the two could understand his difficulties and obey this difficult order.

"I'm not sure if this is a compliment or a punishment for us. It's simply pushing us into a moral abyss, asking us to do something that goes against our conscience." Sergei was stunned. He was surprised and confused by this arrangement, and his heart was full of helplessness and anger. He stared at Colonel Coltrane with wide eyes in disbelief, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Long Zhan had a blank expression on his face, like a cold sculpture, and it was impossible to get a glimpse of his inner thoughts. His eyes were calm, but underneath the calm surface, his heart was like a turbulent sea. He seemed to have expected this order, and he seemed to be suppressing his complex emotions so that no one would notice the ripples in his heart. He clenched his fists slightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force, showing his inner restlessness.

"Neither. This is an order. Soldiers are bound by their duty to obey orders. We have no choice." Colonel Kechuan said in a firm tone, brooking no disobedience. Although his voice was firm, the slightly trembling tone still revealed his inner anxiety and pain. He knew how cruel this order was to Long Zhan and Sergei, but he had no choice. This was an order from his superiors, and he had to convey and execute it.

"Very good, Alexander." Sergei laughed coldly twice, his laughter was full of bitterness and helplessness, as if he was mocking this ridiculous order. He neither explicitly refused nor affirmed it, and then turned around and strode away, with anger and dissatisfaction in his steps. His back looked a little lonely, as if he was disappointed with the injustice of this world.

Long Zhan also did not speak, and silently followed Sergei away. His steps were steady, but every step seemed to be on his own heart. His heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, he sympathized with and could not bear to see Shakova, and on the other hand, he obeyed and took responsibility for the order. He did not know how to face this difficult decision, so he could only choose to remain silent for the time being.

Only Colonel Coltrane and Chettri were left standing there expressionlessly, motionless. Their faces were like the calm surface of a lake, yet they seemed to hide endless waves. Colonel Coltrane's eyes were empty, staring blankly at the direction where Long Zhan and Sergei left, his heart full of guilt and helplessness. Chettri frowned slightly, his eyes revealing worry, he was thinking about the possible consequences of this order and the future direction of the team. No one could guess what they were thinking at the moment, whether it was the helpless acceptance of this order, or the deep worry about the upcoming action, everything was deeply buried in their hearts, like a secret in the deep sea, unknown to others.

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On the other side, inside the police station, the atmosphere seemed calm, but in fact, it was filled with mysteries, like the calm before a storm.

Novin and Shakova pretended to say goodbye and left, but in fact, they did not really leave the police station. With the help of the police station structure map they had carefully studied before, the two of them had a clear understanding of the layout of the place. The location of each passage and each room was clearly imprinted in their minds. They moved carefully, like two agile and alert cats, with light steps, trying not to make any sound, and cleverly avoiding the staff coming and going in the police station. Sometimes they pressed against the wall, sometimes hid in the corner, observing the movements around them, waiting for the best time, and moving in a roundabout way towards the evidence room.

"It was so smooth, and there were no obstacles along the way. It was beyond imagination." The road was smooth and no one came forward to question them. They arrived near the evidence room so easily. This surprised Shakova. She couldn't help but tease softly, with a hint of relief in her tone, but also a hint of vigilance. She knew that the smoother the journey, the greater the danger behind it.

The two walked along the slightly dim passage. The passage was filled with an old smell, and the lights on the wall flickered, as if they would go out at any time. Their steps were light and cautious, and they took every step carefully, for fear of making a sound and alarming the people around them. Soon, they came to the evidence room filled with various evidence. It was like a huge warehouse, with all kinds of boxes and shelves filled with evidence placed around, and the mountains of items were dazzling. The air was filled with the smell of dust, which made people want to sneeze.

"You came with me, are you here to help or to monitor me? You have been standing by the door since you came in, motionless, looking at me like a wooden man. Are you so worried about me?" Seeing that Norman had been standing by the door since he entered the evidence room, quietly watching her rummaging through the items, Shakova could not help but feel a little unhappy and suspicious. She could not help but turn her head and asked with a little dissatisfaction. There was a hint of vigilance in her eyes, and she felt a little strange about Norman's behavior.

"You are the one who got the medal, honey. How can I compare with you? You are a great hero, and I am just a small character. How dare I spy on you?" Novin also said something with a hidden meaning. It seemed that she was praising Shakova, but in fact, her words were full of hidden meaning, as if hinting at the subtle relationship between the two. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a half-smile, and her eyes flashed with an unpredictable light.

"It's been so long, and you still don't trust me. That's amazing. We've been through so much together. Do you think I'm untrustworthy?" Shakova couldn't help but continue to argue with Novin as she searched in the box, with a hint of anger and helplessness in her tone. She was a little impatient, and was obviously irritated by Novin's attitude. She messed up the items in the box.

"Of course I trust you, and I miss you a lot. But we have been in this business for a long time, and we have seen too much betrayal and deception. It is too difficult to make real friends. Sometimes, I don't even know who to trust." Nowen said, with deep emotion in her tone and a hint of loneliness in her eyes. She lowered her head slightly, as if recalling the difficult experiences in the past. The betrayal of those who once trusted at the critical moment made her doubt the relationship between people.

"As for me, not only did I not receive a medal, and I was not able to return home with honor, but I was imprisoned for several months. That would have been fine, but I was also sent to a supply station to count blankets. The headquarters actually claimed that helping the 20th detachment was an act of treason. What on earth is the reason? It's simply incomprehensible. I fought for my country and died for it, but in the end I ended up like this. I really can't accept it." Shakova became more and more excited, and her voice unconsciously rose a few points. Her resentment poured out like a tide. Her eyes were full of anger and grievance, and her hands were clenched tightly, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction. "You saved them, how can this be called treason? It's so unfair for them to do this." Nowen was shocked, her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe the unfair treatment Shakova had suffered, and a surge of sympathy surged in her heart. She couldn't understand why Shakova's heroic behavior was so distorted, which made her question the so-called "justice."

"If they admit this, it means they are in big trouble. So, this is my last chance to take the Domination back home. I must not miss it. It is not only about my reputation, but also about my future." Sharkova said firmly, with a look of determination in her eyes, as if she had made up her mind to fight to the death. She stared at the box she was rummaging through, as if all her hopes were hidden in it.

"Are you trying to use this to make your life go back to the way it was before you met us? Back to that simple time without all the intrigue?" Nowen tried to ease the tense and oppressive atmosphere with a teasing tone, her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. But her smile was bitter, because she knew that the past was gone forever.

"I didn't say you were assholes. In fact, I know you are all good people, but sometimes the world is too complicated and we are all helpless." Sharkova responded while continuing to search. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had found something precious. She rushed to the front and shouted excitedly: "Found it, 25-1a, this is what we are looking for." Her voice was full of joy and excitement, as if she had found a treasure that had been lost for many years.

Shakova carefully took out a plastic bag from the box, and inside the bag was the USB flash drive they had been dreaming of. She held the plastic bag tightly, with a look of relief and satisfaction in her eyes, as if all her efforts had been rewarded at this moment.

Seeing this, Nowen immediately stepped forward and stretched out his hand to take the USB drive. However, Shakova reacted very quickly and dodged sideways. Her expression instantly became alert, staring at Nowen and questioning: "Are you sure you want to take it? What do you want to do?" Her eyes were full of defense, and she protected the USB drive behind her, as if it was her most precious thing and she would not allow anyone to take it away.

"Someone has to take this thing out to complete the mission. It's too dangerous for you to carry it alone. Leave it to me and we'll work together to find a way to get it out safely." Shakova was determined, protecting the USB drive behind her, with a hint of caution in her eyes, and obviously didn't want to hand it over. There was a hint of unquestionable in her tone, as if she had made up her mind to protect the USB drive alone.

"Really? But I think I am more capable of ensuring its safety. Don't forget, our mission this time is very important and we can't make any mistakes." Nowen's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile, but he did not retreat, but took a small step forward, his eyes locked on Shakova, as if waiting for her next move, and as if silently stating his position to her. Her eyes revealed determination, believing that she was the most suitable person to take the USB drive away.

"Are you still trying to take it away by force? We are teammates, how can you do this?" Shakova asked back, with a hint of nervousness and vigilance in her tone, and her body unconsciously tensed up. She squatted slightly, taking a defensive posture, ready to deal with Noven's snatch at any time. The atmosphere between the two of them was instantly tense, and a fierce battle over the USB flash drive seemed to be about to break out. There seemed to be a hint of gunpowder in the air. Their eyes met, as if they were engaged in a silent contest, and neither of them was willing to give in.

Outside the police station, the originally peaceful street was broken by a group of uninvited guests. A group of hooded men walked in neat and rapid steps, like ghosts emerging from the darkness, straight towards the glass door of the police station. They exuded a chilling aura, and everyone's eyes were cold and resolute, as if they were about to start a ruthless killing.

"Do you need any help?" The policeman on duty at the door saw this group of people with strange looks and asked them out of police instinct and duty. However, the response he got was not a friendly request for help, but a sudden bloody storm.

The men did not hesitate at all. Almost at the same moment, they quickly unzipped their coats in unison, like a well-trained killing machine. Then, they pulled out cold submachine guns from their armpits. The dark muzzles of the guns, like hungry tiger mouths, exuded the breath of death, foreshadowing the coming horror of the massacre.

Then, without hesitation, they began to fire wildly at the police station. In an instant, the sound of gunfire rang out, like the sound of dense popping beans, breaking the original tranquility. Bullets poured out like raindrops, and all living things within their sight became targets of attack. While they pulled the trigger frantically, they rushed into the police station as fast as wolves, with firm and fierce steps.

As this group of crazy criminals advanced, every room and office they passed was like the gates of hell being opened, and bloodbaths were constantly unfolding. In an instant, all kinds of sounds intertwined, the sharp sound of gunfire, the shrill screams, the terrifying screams, and the harsh sound of glass breaking, filling every inch of space and every corner of the police station hall.

The smell of blood soon began to irritate my nose!! (End of this chapter)