The film starts with the Navy SEALs

No matter from which angle, Shakova felt that she had to save him. However, if she really rescued Team B from the predicament, she would probably be "retaliated" afterwards, face unknown dangers, and even lose her life.

Shakova was in a state of confusion, her mood was extremely complicated, as if countless ants were crawling around in her heart. In her irritability, she could no longer bear this torment, so she pulled off the headset, threw it heavily on the ground, and then stepped on it hard, smashing it to pieces. The broken headset seemed to symbolize her chaotic and fragmented heart at the moment.

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The situation on the battlefield outside was getting increasingly tense. For Team B, the situation was becoming increasingly critical, like a small boat in a storm, which could be swallowed by the surging waves at any time. As the fierce exchange of fire continued, Team B's ammunition was rapidly consumed, and every shot was like a countdown bell. Once all the bullets were used up, they would lose the fire suppression and would be like lambs to be slaughtered, unable to fight back, and the outcome would be disastrous.

There was no response from Shakova, which made Colonel Kechuan's heart sink completely, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. His eyes revealed a trace of despair and helplessness, but he still held on to his spirits, commanded the battle, and tried to find a glimmer of hope.

Soon, all kinds of problems arose within the team.

"Jam, cover me. I have to fix the problem!"

"There's only one magazine left. Everyone, use it sparingly!"

"Damn it, someone give me a gun. My gun is broken!"

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The shouts of the team members continued, and the suppression of the enemy began to drop significantly. The gunmen outside noticed their predicament, and like sharks smelling blood, they became more frantic and began to press forward step by step. The crisis of Team B was imminent, like a building about to collapse, shaky and ready to be completely destroyed by the enemy's attack at any time.

At this critical moment, Shakova, who had been motionless in front, suddenly appeared from behind the enemy like a god. Her eyes were firm, like a burning torch, and the gun in her hand spewed out angry flames, as if she wanted to burn all the enemies to ashes.

Seeing a group of gunmen with their backs to her, Shakova started the ruthless killing without hesitation.

"Da da da da..." Bullets poured out like a gust of wind, carrying the breath of death, accurately shooting at the enemy. The gunmen were shot and fell down one after another, screaming in pain. In just less than five seconds, Shakova used her superb shooting skills to knock down three gunmen in a row. This sudden attack shocked the remaining gunmen in front, like a frightened bird, and they had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge and panic to find cover to hide.

The pressure on Team B, which was caught in the middle, was greatly reduced. Seeing this, Colonel Kechuan immediately shouted, "The support has arrived. Go up and kill them together. We will definitely win!" At the same time, he shouted to Shakova, "B4, your position is too exposed. Retreat immediately and wait for us to come. Don't take risks!"

When Shakova heard Colonel Coltrane's words, she subconsciously looked in his direction. However, she did not immediately look for cover to hide, but instead fixed her eyes on the gasoline tank on the upper left side, which was marked as a dangerous item. There was a flash of determination and decisiveness in her eyes, as if she had made a major decision.

"Da da da..." Shakova pulled the trigger again, and a series of bullets fired accurately, and the tank was easily penetrated in an instant. The gasoline tank made a "hissing" sound, as if it was making its last mournful cry.

"Boom~" The residual exhaust gas in the tank was instantly detonated, and a powerful impact force burst out with flames rising into the sky. The flames were like a roaring beast, completely covering an area of ​​20 to 30 meters in radius with overwhelming force. The nearby gunmen were blown away by this powerful force before they could react. Their bodies were like kites with broken strings, drawing arcs in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. The screams resounded all around, making people shudder.

Team B, who had created a gap, seized this rare opportunity and immediately launched a siege against the remaining enemies. Under their fierce attack, the enemies were quickly wiped out. The battlefield gradually returned to calm, leaving only the diffuse smoke and the pungent smell of gunpowder, as well as a messy scene.

But at this moment, Colonel Coltrane, Stonebridge and others discovered that Shakova, who had just appeared and blown up the gasoline tank, had disappeared again. Did she escape again, or was she unfortunately blown away by the explosion? No one knew the answer. Colonel Coltrane's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his eyes were full of worry and anxiety. He stared blankly at the direction where Shakova disappeared, silently praying in his heart that she would be safe, as if only in this way could he let go of his hanging heart a little...

Zaev carried the USB drive as if it was all his hope in life, fled from the battlefield filled with smoke and gunfire, and hid with Mach in a little-known hidden place. The place was as quiet as a corner forgotten by time, with only their slightly rapid breathing due to tension and excitement echoing faintly in the air. Zaev could no longer suppress his inner desire, and carefully took out the dominance, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, staring at it with his eyes full of undisguised greed and pride, admiring it over and over again, as if he wanted to engrave this small USB drive into the depths of his soul.

Mach stood quietly by, watching the hegemony finally fall into their hands, and a satisfied smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. However, this smile in this dark and depressing corner, but it was faintly revealed with an indescribable weirdness, as if there was an unknown secret hidden behind it.

"I know I find it hard to cope sometimes." Zaev broke the silence, his words abrupt and mysterious. He slowly reached into his pocket and took out a delicate and small necklace, which shone dimly but charmingly in the weak light. He walked slowly and heavily, as if carrying a heavy burden, to Mach's side, and gently and solemnly put the necklace on Mach, muttering: "This is something I specially asked someone to make for you, exactly the same style as your mother wears." Every word seemed to have exhausted all his strength. "Thank you." Mach was slightly moved, and a trace of complex emotions flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and gently patted Zaev's shoulder. This seemingly simple action seemed to carry thousands of words and convey an indescribable emotion. Then, he said no more, turned around resolutely, and walked out with firm strides. His back showed his determination to face death, as if he was heading for a major event that would determine his fate.

Zaev was like a statue, staring at Mach's receding back, his face expressionless, his eyes empty and blank, as if his soul had left his body. No one could tell what he was thinking at the moment, as if his thoughts had drifted to an endless distance, and he was in deep contemplation.

"Secret anti-terrorist team, repeat." The man from the 20th Squadron headquarters called Colonel Coltrane again. His face was as hard as steel, his brows were tightly knitted into a deep "chuan" shape, his face was full of dissatisfaction like a volcano about to erupt, and his voice was as cold as frost in the cold winter, as if to freeze everything.

"Secret anti-terrorist team." Colonel Coltrane repeated helplessly, secretly groaning in his heart, knowing that a storm was about to come.

"Don't you even know the meaning of the word 'secret'? You actually had a gunfight so blatantly, turning the police station into a chaotic scene like a scene from a western cowboy movie. Now two terrorists have escaped with something they should never have gotten, and you are like headless flies with no clue. Damn it!" The anger of the branch boss was like a flood bursting through a dam. He became more and more excited and his voice became louder and louder. He almost roared into the phone receiver at the top of his lungs: "Explain to me clearly the role of domination again."

"It has the ability to paralyze the entire city's infrastructure." Colonel Coltrane's tone was filled with deep helplessness and self-blame, and his voice was so low that it seemed to come from the abyss.

"If this system is activated during a terrorist attack, you should know the terrible consequences that will follow." The boss continued to question sternly, and his cold tone seemed to completely devour Colonel Coltrane.

"We have obtained the cell phones of several terrorists, and perhaps we can dig out valuable clues from them. We are currently racing against time to find them. Please give us some more time." Colonel Kechuan said almost pleadingly. He knew in his heart that the serious failure of this mission had made the headquarters very angry, and they must do everything they can to fight for a glimmer of hope.

"You have failed completely, Alexander, in every aspect. Don't tell me those ambiguous 'maybes' anymore, I just want definite results. Has Shakova been dealt with?" The boss asked immediately, his words full of unquestionable coldness.

"Killed in the explosion." Colonel Kechuan said without hesitation. Although he had not seen Shakova's body, in the current severe situation, telling the truth would only cause more trouble. Playing dumb might be the best way to deal with it.

"It seems that I have to notify the Russian side privately." The tone of the boss on the other side was as cold as ice that had been frozen for thousands of years.

"Don't expect me to be grateful to you. If domination and terrorist attacks break out at the same time, all the responsibility will be put on you. I won't protect you, and you will have no way to survive." The boss's words were like a sharp blade, and every word was filled with bone-chilling chill and determination.

"Understood." Colonel Coltrane responded in a low voice, with a hint of weakness and frustration in his voice. Then, he slowly hung up the phone. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the irritability and helplessness in his heart, and then gathered everyone to the rest area on the beach.

After the thrilling battle yesterday, there was no urgent follow-up task, so Colonel Kechuan decided to lead everyone to relax here. The rest area was filled with a comfortable and soothing atmosphere. The gentle sea breeze was like a mother's hand, gently brushing everyone's face, bringing a touch of coolness and comfort. Under the gentle touch of the sun, the rippling ocean was flashing with golden light, as if countless bright gems were jumping on the sea. Everyone sat together, holding a glass of wine in their hands, enjoying this rare quiet time, as if the cruel war before had become a distant and vague memory.

"Fighting side by side with others is far from enough. You must also trust your compatriots without reservation." Colonel Kechuan looked at Sergei with deep eyes, raised his glass gently, took a sip of wine, and then slowly continued: "Shakova, although she is from the Russian special forces, she has been an indispensable member of our team since the moment she joined our team. We should toast to her departure."

"She is just a disgusting Russian bastard." Stonebeach's resentment for Sharkova's previous behavior of taking the tassel and running away alone was like a raging fire that was difficult to extinguish. He couldn't help but blurt out the resentment viciously.

"Having said that, she is still one of us." Colonel Coltrane smiled, but there was an imperceptible bitterness in his smile. A complex look flashed in his eyes, and he said softly.

"She was right. You did run away with the device, you bastard." Norman also laughed along, her eyes inadvertently looking to a distance, where she saw a graceful woman with blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, smiling and walking towards them. The woman walked to the table, pulled out a chair naturally and gracefully, and sat down.

This woman was none other than Shakova, who was supposed to have died in the explosion.

The people sitting on the chairs did not show any surprise, obviously they all knew that Shakova did not die in the explosion. It turned out that when they were cleaning up the battlefield, they found Shakova's trace. At that time, the shock wave generated by the explosion had a very wide range, and the powerful impact was like a surging wave, pushing Shakova several meters away. However, the goddess of luck did not seem to abandon her completely. The shock wave just whizzed past without a large number of deadly fragments, and it was more than 20 meters away from the center of the explosion. The actual lethality had been greatly weakened, almost equivalent to the power of a gust of wind.

Although Shakova was badly beaten by the aftermath of the explosion and was dizzy for a long time, she was fortunately not seriously injured. When Long Zhan found her, she had basically recovered. (End of this chapter)