The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Every minute and every second, someone's life was ruthlessly taken away in this unexpected nightmare, and the entire police station instantly fell into an abyss of chaos and terror.

"Get down, quick." Stonebridge, who was chatting with Spiegel, was so frightened by the sudden and violent attack that his heart seemed to jump out of his throat. He reacted like a well-trained cheetah, and immediately hid behind the desk like lightning, and reminded Spiegel loudly and urgently. His voice was full of tension and fear, as if conveying to Spiegel the seriousness of the crisis.

Fortunately, apart from most of the civilian staff, the police station has no ability to defend itself against an attack.

Some police officers reacted quickly. Although they only had pistols in their hands, they seemed a little weak in the face of the powerful submachine gun firepower of the criminals, but they were not afraid and resolutely fought a desperate battle with this group of vicious criminals. Their eyes were full of determination and courage. With their flesh and blood, they temporarily delayed the crazy rhythm of the criminals to continue to attack deeply. Every shot of the pistol represented their adherence to justice and resistance to evil.

"B3, we are under attack, we need help." Stonebridge hid under the table, not daring to breathe, his body trembling slightly due to nervousness. Taking advantage of the brief interval when the police were struggling to resist, he hurriedly called for help through the communication device, his voice filled with anxiety and fear that could not be concealed, as if he was looking for a ray of hope in the darkness.

"Received, the package has been received, we will find a way to come to support." Nowen replied in a hurry, but she was completely unsure. After all, they were facing a group of thugs armed to the teeth, and their own situation was as dangerous as a candle in the wind.

"We have no weapons. We are in big trouble." Knowing the urgency of the situation, Noven could no longer care about dealing with Shakova. She rushed to the heavy-duty cabinet like a gust of wind and began to search frantically. Shootings occurred frequently in Israel, so many weapons involved in the cases were stored here as evidence. This became their only hope to obtain weapons. She did not miss any box or corner, eagerly looking for weapons that could save her life.

"Damn, who is attacking?" Shakova was also confused at this time, and had no idea what was going on. But she knew that the most urgent thing was to find weapons, so she could only follow Nowen closely and search frantically in the evidence room. She knew very well that if they couldn't find enough weapons and ammunition, facing this group of thugs armed with automatic firearms, going out to support them would be tantamount to actively sending themselves to death and becoming the souls of the enemy's guns.

Novin was lucky. In less than 20 seconds, she found a heavy bag in a paper box. She carefully and eagerly felt through the paper bag, and the touch made her happy. She confirmed that there were pistols inside, two pistols, and a box of bullets. After finding the weapons, Novin quickly and skillfully opened them, and without hesitation gave a gun and bullets to Shakova.

Unfortunately, the number of bullets was really limited, which made Shakova and Novin feel uneasy and deeply aware of the crisis brought by the lack of ammunition. So, the two of them continued to search around in the evidence room, not missing any corner that might have ammunition or weapons. Their eyes were full of anxiety and desire, hoping to find more bullets or weapons to make more sufficient and complete preparations for the next support for Stonebridge.

While searching frantically, Nowen called out to the headquarters anxiously, "We have been attacked by a large number of targets and are in urgent need of support. When will you arrive?" Her voice was filled with despair and expectation. She knew that Long Zhan, Sergei and Colonel Kechuan were all very powerful. If they could come to support in time, they would definitely be able to resolve the life-and-death crisis before them.

"We're on the way. In two minutes, find a way to get outside and prepare to evacuate." Colonel Kechuan had just received an emergency notice from Stonebridge, and immediately changed his mind and decided to personally lead Long Zhan and Sergei to provide support. After that, he made a simple and powerful gesture to Long Zhan and Sergei with a solemn expression, indicating that they should quickly grab their equipment and follow him to set off immediately.

"Chettri, come with us." Colonel Coltrane added as they approached the door.

At this time, Chhetri was writing a text message on his mobile phone, which said "You have been ordered to be killed", and the recipient was Shakova. Obviously, Chhetri did not want to see Shakova being killed by Colonel Coltrane. After a struggle, he decided to take the risk of informing her in advance, hoping to save her life. As a result, Colonel Coltrane suddenly called him to go with him. He thought his behavior was discovered, and he was so scared that his body trembled violently and almost dropped his phone to the ground.

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In the police station, the dozen or so criminals who rushed in were like demons released from hell, cruel and crazy. The weapons in their hands had extremely fierce firepower, and the dense bullets were like deadly meteors, constantly harvesting lives. Under the powerful firepower suppression, the resisting police fell one after another like fragile pieces of paper. Blood spread on the ground, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Although Stonebridge brought a pistol, the firepower of a pistol was too weak in such a fierce exchange of fire, and it was almost negligible. Although he relied on his tenacious will and rich combat experience, and tried his best to seize every fleeting opportunity and fight back, he still couldn't stop the crazy attack of the mob. He could only barely hold on to the room he was in, like a small boat in a storm, tottering under the fierce attack of the enemy. As for other places, he had no time to take care of them, and could only watch the police station being ravaged by the mob.

The intentions of the criminals who rushed in were very clear. Most of them continued to chase and kill visible living things, or suppress the opponents who were still resisting. Two of them rushed straight into the police station like ghosts, and soon arrived outside the evidence room. Their footsteps were light and fast, as if they knew the layout of the place well.

Having heard the footsteps in advance, Shakova and Novin were keenly aware that the enemy was approaching, so they immediately stopped searching and quickly found a place to hide. Their movements were gentle and agile, like two vigilant cats, not daring to make a sound for fear of exposing their position. Sure enough, in less than 10 seconds, the door of the evidence room was slowly pushed open from the outside. The slight "creaking" sound of the door hinge turning was particularly harsh in this silent and tense atmosphere. Through the gap in the cabinet, they saw that the two men entered the room without any vigilance, and obviously did not know that there were people hiding in it. Their behavior was the same as when Novin and the others came in, and they went straight to the first row of shelves in the front, obviously looking for something in these boxes. There was an eagerness and greed in their eyes, as if they were looking for something vital.

But this place had already been searched by Novin and Shakova, and some boxes and items were scattered on the ground, looking messy. When the two gangsters approached, they soon realized something was wrong. Their eyes instantly became alert, and their brows slightly frowned, as if they realized the danger was approaching. Just when they realized the danger and wanted to raise their guns to be on guard, Novin and Shakova acted decisively. Shakova was quick-witted and used a bag of unknown powder found in the evidence room to suddenly sprinkle it on the faces of the two people. The powder spread in the air, like a white mist, instantly blurring the eyes of the gangsters.

While the two men's eyes were covered with white powder and they were struggling in pain and screaming, Novin and Shakova rushed out from behind the shelf like tigers and launched a fatal attack.

"Pah, pah, pah." After a burst of crisp and loud gunshots, the two gangsters fell to the ground. Novin and Shakova were both top-level masters with extraordinary skills and extremely accurate shooting. At a close distance of less than five meters, they could hit the target with their eyes closed. Their eyes were full of calmness and decisiveness, and every time they pulled the trigger, they were filled with anger towards the enemy and a desire to survive.

After dealing with the two gangsters who rushed in, the two women immediately stepped forward and began to loot supplies. They skillfully confiscated the weapons brought by the gangsters and took off the ammunition and put it in their trouser pockets. In an instant, they achieved "upgrading from a shotgun to a cannon", and their equipment was greatly improved. At this moment, they were like female warriors on the battlefield, with their eyes full of confidence and determination.

"Go ahead, go ahead." With sufficient weapons, the two women were no longer afraid. Holding their guns, they marched out like heroines with firm steps, ready to support Stonebridge who was blocked in the hall. Their firm eyes seemed to declare to the enemy that they would not surrender easily.

"Pah, pah, pah..." "Hua, hua." The battle in the hall was still fierce. Bullets shattered the glass in the hall like raindrops, and the glass fragments scattered all over the floor like snowflakes. The documents were also shattered, and the scraps of paper flew in the air like a strange snow. The whole hall was in a mess, as if it had experienced a cruel baptism.

Stonebridge had already emptied two magazines and was about to run out of ammunition. His face was covered with sweat and dust, and his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and helplessness. Spiegel, who had just been boasting and acting like a hero, did not fire a single shot. He was like a frightened rabbit, squatting behind the wall, trembling with fear. His legs were weak and he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He kept mumbling some vague words, as if praying that this nightmare would end quickly. Not to mention showing his head to shoot back, at this moment he didn't even have the courage to look up outside.

"They just called me. I really thought they were from the NSA and told them everything. I was so stupid." Spiegel was angry, anxious and scared. He squatted there, slapping his head in pain, his face full of regret and self-blame. His eyes were full of despair and pain, as if he was regretting his stupid behavior.

"Bang bang~" Two more gunshots rang out. At this time, a colleague who was hiding not far from him mustered up the courage to rush out and shoot back, but unfortunately he was hit in the head by the opponent and fell to the ground. The blood quickly spread around him. The colleague's eyes still showed his persistence in justice and his reluctance to give up his life, but his life came to an abrupt end at this moment.

"The most fucking super cop, I'm just a coward, I don't want to be a coward." Spiegel seemed to be deeply stimulated by the death of his colleague. He suddenly rushed out of his hiding place like a madman, holding a gun and rushing forward. His eyes were full of madness and determination, as if at this moment, he finally mustered up the courage to fight the enemy to the death.

The gangster who shot and killed his colleague never expected that a policeman would be so brave and dare to rush out. He was unable to react in time and was really hit by Spiegel. With a "bang", the gangster's head was bleeding and he fell to the ground on the spot. The gunshot seemed to be Spiegel's declaration of war on cowardice and a roar to the enemy.

However, although Spiegel successfully killed one opponent, there were still several gunmen in the hall. If he rushed out rashly, he would undoubtedly be courting death.

As expected, "Da Da Da Da..." A submachine gun sprayed out a long flame, and more than a dozen bullets instantly pounced on Spiegel like a venomous snake. Spiegel, who was rushing forward, fell down in an instant, and his life came to an abrupt end at this moment. His body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole hall became quiet, with only the aftermath of the gunshots echoing in the air.

"Spig~" Stonebridge couldn't bear to watch him die, so he rushed out from behind the cover and tried to help him. With his superb marksmanship, he killed the opponent who killed Spiegel, as well as an enemy next to him. His eyes were full of anger and sadness, and every time he fired, he was filled with hatred for the enemy and reluctance to leave his comrades.

At the same time, Novin and Shakova also rushed out from behind and successfully eliminated the remaining gangsters. Their figures shuttled through the hail of bullets like two lightning bolts in the dark, and wherever they went, the enemies fell one after another.

But when Stonebridge ran to Spiegel's side, he found that he had been shot in the forehead. Spiegel closed his eyes forever in this tragic way, and died beyond death. Stonebridge looked at Spiegel's body silently, his heart filled with grief and helplessness. He gently closed Spiegel's eyes, as if sending him off for the last time. At this moment, a heavy atmosphere filled the police station, and the joy of victory was diluted by the sacrifice of his comrades. (End of this chapter)