The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Spiegel's life disappeared suddenly like a meteor, and it was frozen in eternal stillness in front of Stonebridge's eyes. Stonebridge's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy bomb, and the waves of grief surged like a tidal wave, almost drowning him completely. At the same time, strong self-blame was like a hideous demon, tightly entwining his soul. His eyes were empty and painful, and he stared at Spiegel's gradually cooling and lifeless body in a lost and soulless manner, and his mind kept replaying those assumptions that might change the outcome. He tortured himself again and again in his heart, if he hadn't told Spiegel the key news and urged him to go to Heim's villa to wait, Spiegel would not have been led by some strange means to get the Domination USB flash drive. Without this cursed USB flash drive, perhaps no one would have deliberately targeted the police station and launched this cruel and bloody attack, and Spiegel would not have died so miserably here at this young age. This feeling of self-blame was like countless sharp steel needles, piercing deep into his heart. Each one brought excruciating pain, making him feel like dying.

Novin and Shakova stepped out of the evidence room. The scene in the hall in front of them was like a picture of hell, which made people shudder. More than a dozen policemen's bodies were scattered on the ground in different postures, but all of them told the tragic death. Blood flowed freely on the ground like a winding river, and the air was filled with a disgusting strong smell of blood, like a thick haze, which made people breathless. Seeing such a shocking scene, the two people's mood instantly fell into an ice cellar, heavy to the extreme, as if they were pressed down by a huge stone, and even breathing became difficult. They exchanged a look silently, which was full of sadness, helplessness and emotion about the impermanence of life. When their eyes fell on Stonebridge, who was squatting in front of Spiegel in a state of great grief, they were full of pity in their hearts. They really couldn't bear to urge him to leave this dangerous place filled with the breath of death.

In this suffocating atmosphere, the phone in Shakova's trouser pocket suddenly vibrated without warning. She was slightly startled, and took out her phone with a little doubt, and what came into her eyes was a new text message from Chettri. She subconsciously clicked it, but when the lines of text came into her eyes clearly, Shakova's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and a trace of fear and panic flashed in her eyes, just like a huge rock was thrown into the calm lake, causing ripples. However, after all, she was a person who had undergone rigorous training as an agent and had experienced many battles. She quickly forced herself to calm down, tried her best to adjust her emotions, and put the phone back into her pocket without making a sound. At this time, her mind was like a violent electronic storm, and all kinds of thoughts shuttled and collided in her mind like lightning. She knew better than anyone that the USB flash drive was safely in her pocket. As long as she could take it and successfully escape from the sight of Team B, she would have a chance to return to Russia alive and escape from the complicated and dangerous situation. But if she could not escape successfully in this fleeting short time, once she was caught up by Colonel Coltrane and his men, she would undoubtedly be dead and there would be no chance of survival.

Stonebridge was still in the dark at this time, and knew nothing about the serious internal strife that had already occurred within the team, let alone that Colonel Coltrane had received the ruthless order from his superiors to kill and seize the treasure. In his simple and sincere cognition, everyone was still a close comrade-in-arms who shared life and death and fought side by side. After experiencing the brief heart-wrenching grief for Spiegel, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his heart, supported himself with his hands, and slowly stood up again. The light of determination rekindled in his eyes, ready to lead everyone to escape from this place full of death and despair as soon as possible. While he quickly and methodically sorted out the weapons and equipment to ensure that each weapon was in the best condition, he threw the car keys he had driven to Shakova, and said in a firm and unquestionable tone: "You are responsible for driving, and the rest is left to the two of us."

Objectively speaking, Shakova's combat capability is indeed inferior to that of Stonebridge and Novin. Considering the tactical point of view, arranging her to drive is undoubtedly the most reasonable and most suitable decision for the current situation. However, Shakova had already "changed her heart" at this moment. After seeing the text message, her heart was like a seed that changed everything, which quickly took root and sprouted. When she reached out and steadily took the key thrown by Stonebridge, she suddenly felt an irrepressible ecstasy in her heart. Although she tried her best to conceal it with her years of experience as an agent, a subtle light of excitement flashed in her eyes. She knew clearly in her heart that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape that could not be missed. So, she calmly put the key into her pocket, held the gun tightly, pretended to be calm, and followed Stonebridge calmly, walking outside. Every step seemed calm, but in fact, her heart was turbulent.

"Da da da da..." As soon as Stonebridge stepped out of the police station carefully, a string of bullets as dense as drumbeats came whistling like a storm. It turned out that the gangsters who were waiting in the car outside to pick up the people saw that the people coming out were not their own people, and they launched an attack without hesitation. There was a fierce light in their eyes, trying to put all the people who came out to death mercilessly. Fortunately, the shooting skills of this group of gangsters were really not commendable. Perhaps it was because of nervousness, or perhaps it was because of their own lack of skills. In addition, the densely packed cars parked at the door caused great restrictions on their shooting. Most of the bullets flew past Stonebridge. Stonebridge escaped the disaster in a thrilling way, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat. Then, he quickly and agilely took Novin and Shakova to start a new round of thrilling and fierce gun battle with the gangsters at the door. Both sides were facing a formidable enemy and used the cars at the door as solid shelters. Bullets flew through the air like locusts, constantly shattering the car windows with a "clattering" sound. Glass fragments flew everywhere like snowflakes and piled up on the ground like a broken dream.

"Captain, we have the package and are preparing to evacuate. We were attacked by the enemy at the door and are in the middle of a firefight. Requesting support." While Stonebridge was concentrating on fighting back against the criminals with his eyes fixed on the enemy's movements, he was anxiously calling for support from the headquarters through the radio. His voice was trembling slightly with nervousness and anxiety, and there was a hint of eagerness and desire that was difficult to conceal.

Norman also devoted himself to the fierce battle with the enemy. Her eyes were focused and sharp like an eagle, and her hands held the gun steadily, as if she had merged with the gun. She calmly looked for every fleeting opportunity and shot at the gangsters accurately. Every bullet carried her anger and desire for survival.

However, Shakova only pretended to fire a few shots, then quietly squatted down, and began to look around eagerly for the location of the car she had driven. Then, she crouched down, like a vigilant cat, and carefully moved slowly towards the direction of the car. Due to the crazy and fierce shooting of Novin and Stonebeach, most of the enemy's firepower was successfully attracted, and the enemy's attention was almost attracted to them, which invisibly provided Shakova with excellent cover. Under the cover of the smoke and chaotic and noisy environment caused by the fierce exchange of fire between the two, Shakova climbed onto the car smoothly like a ghost. She quickly and skillfully inserted the key and started the car.

"Boom~" The car engine made a loud roar like the roar of a wild beast. When Stonebeach and Novin heard this sound, they suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in their hearts. They thought that after Shakova successfully got the car, she would drive over to pick them up without hesitation, and then they would flee this terrible place together at lightning speed.

But what they never expected was that Shakova had no such intention at all. As soon as she started the car, she stepped on the accelerator without hesitation. The car rushed out like a wild horse, as fast as an arrow from a bow, without stopping for a second, and disappeared in the astonished sight of the two people in an instant.

"Shakova, Shakova, what are you doing? What are you going to do?" Stonebridge's eyes were red with anxiety, almost popping out of their sockets. He asked loudly into the radio. His voice became sharp and piercing because of anger and confusion, and full of disbelief.

"Fuck, this is too much, she actually ran away." Novin was so angry that he yelled, his face full of shock and anger, his eyes burning with rage. The radio was dead silent, and there was no response from Shakova. Stonebeach finally had to accept the reality painfully and confirmed that Shakova took the things and ran away alone. Although he racked his brains and didn't understand why Shakova did such an incredible thing, the result was clear and unquestionable at this moment.

Nowen thought that the hegemony was still in Shakova's hands, and he was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, and hurriedly shouted through the radio: "The mother nest, the package is in Shakova's hands, she drove away alone and is fleeing to the south."

"Got it. We'll pick you up in one minute." Colonel Coltrane's steady voice came over the radio. After weighing the pros and cons and after a brief and difficult thought, he finally chose to pick up Stonebridge and the others first. After all, in his heart, the lives of his comrades were equally important. Compared to chasing Shakova, he preferred to ensure the safety of his teammates first. This was his responsibility and duty as the captain.

Shakova heard their conversation on the radio, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of disdainful sneer, she stepped on the accelerator even harder, and the car rushed away like a black lightning, the speed was getting faster and faster, as if trying to break through all the difficulties.

"Damn it, I knew she would betray me." Sergei was so angry that he slapped the steering wheel hard. His palm made a crisp sound when it collided with the steering wheel. His face was full of anger and annoyance, like an enraged lion.

"Our orders were to betray her, and the behavior was even worse. We were no better. The only thing we did wrong was that we shouldn't have let her take the package." Chettri calmly analyzed the situation. His voice was steady and low, like a bottomless lake, without a single ripple. After all, he was the one who sent the text message to Shakova. He had anticipated the possible changes in advance, so he was not too surprised at the moment. Everything was within his expectations.

Sitting in the back seat, Long Zhan looked at the unusually calm Chetri with interest, and then looked at Colonel Kechuan who was sitting in the co-pilot seat without a word, and the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly rise. He felt that it was quite interesting but frustrating that there were so many complicated thoughts in the same team, as if an absurd drama was being performed.

"Stop chatting, get ready to fight." Colonel Kechuan didn't know what he was thinking. His face was solemn, like the sky before a storm. He picked up the rifle and slowly pulled the bolt to load it. The crisp sound echoed in the car, as if it was the prelude to a battle. There was a hint of determination in his eyes, as if he was ready to face all challenges.

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Shakova thought that she could escape smoothly after getting the things, like a bird escaping from a cage, but she didn't know that she had been closely watched like prey. It was not easy to leave. The danger was approaching like a shadow. Just after she drove out 2 kilometers, a motorcycle suddenly rushed out from the alley next to her like a black ghost. The man sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle held a pistol tightly in his hand, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. In the whirring sound of the motorcycle driving at high speed, he did not hesitate to shoot at Shakova's car. With two crisp gunshots, the rear windshield was instantly shattered like a spider web, and the glass fragments flew like snowflakes, flashing dangerous light under the sunlight.

"Damn it." Shakova was startled by the sudden attack, her heart suddenly shrank, and she secretly said in her heart that it was not good. She immediately held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and began to turn it left and right, trying to avoid the bullets by irregular snake-like movements. However, the gunman behind her was extremely accurate, as if he had undergone countless devilish training. He fired continuously, and the car windows were shattered one after another, making a crisp shattering sound. Even the front windshield was not spared and was shot through by the bullets from behind, leaving several terrifying bullet holes, like the eyes of a demon, staring coldly at Shakova. (End of this chapter)