The film starts with the Navy SEALs

This man was their accomplice who had been through life and death with them. Just before going to bed, he was still alive and well, chatting and laughing with everyone, sharing their dreams and plans, but now he is gone.

Mach looked at all this in disbelief, his eyes widened, his eyes full of shock and grief. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was choked by this cruel reality.

"It's not what you think. Mueller's behavior is very strange. He started to say things that he shouldn't say. He actually said that he would report and betray me, and that he would reveal all our plans and put us in an irreparable situation. I asked him what he meant, and he suddenly attacked me and rushed towards me like crazy. I had no choice but to defend myself." Zaev gently placed the blood-stained knife on the table beside him and narrated the incident in a calm tone, as if what had just happened was just a trivial matter. But his slightly trembling hands revealed his inner restlessness.

"Mueller swore his allegiance to you. Will he really do this to you?" Mach was filled with grief and could not believe that Zaev would do such a thing. His voice was trembling, as if he would collapse at any time. Mueller had always been the most loyal member of their team. His sudden betrayal made Mach feel extremely confused and painful.

"I have seen his true face. Don't you believe me either?" Zaev said, reaching out to gently touch Mach's chin, staring at him closely with an unfathomable look in his eyes, which showed dissatisfaction with Mach's questioning, as well as a hint of guilt and panic.

"I believe you, brother." Mach suppressed the grief and doubt in his heart and slowly hugged Zaev. He felt that something was wrong with Zaev. From his panicked eyes and slightly trembling body, he seemed to be in an extremely unstable state. But Mach didn't know what to do, so he could only try his best to calm him down, hoping to calm him down. After a while, he let go of Zaev and continued, "It's okay, I will clean up this place and don't let anyone find out our secret. Then I have to meet with my men and make sure everything is ready. Soon, none of this will matter anymore. When our plan succeeds, all the sacrifices will become meaningful." His voice was low and firm, trying to comfort Zaev with these words, while also cheering himself up.

Under Mach's calm voice, Zaev's somewhat nervous expression gradually returned to normal, as if he had woken up from some kind of crazy state. He took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Okay, everything is up to you. We must complete the plan and make those who looked down on us pay the price."

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The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the golden light sprinkled on the roof, covering the whole world with a warm veil. Long Zhan and a group of people gathered here, and the relaxed atmosphere replaced the previous tension and seriousness. Sergey took a mobile phone to shoot Stonebich, as if he was conducting a unique interview, deliberately creating a funny atmosphere, trying to relieve everyone's fatigue and stress in recent days.

"Sergeant Stonebridge, what is your biggest weakness?" Sergei asked with a grin while filming with his mobile phone. There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, and he expected Stonebridge to give an interesting answer.

"You mean something like kryptonite?" Stonebridge said with a smile. He knew that what Superman feared the most was kryptonite, a stone that could make all of Superman's superpowers disappear. Using it to describe a person's weakness was quite vivid. He tried to respond to Sergey's question in this humorous way, adding some lighthearted elements to the slightly dull atmosphere.

"Yes, it's equivalent to kryptonite. This is what the interviewer who is reviewing your promotion wants to know most. Which fictional substance is your nemesis?" Sergey asked with a smile on his face, as if this really was an important interview.

"Be serious." Novin couldn't help laughing. She watched the interaction between Sergei and Stonebich with a smile in her eyes. She understood how rare it was to have such a relaxing moment in between these tense tasks.

"Yes, be serious." Stonebridge cooperated with the two people's antics and stood seriously in front of the camera, trying to put on a serious expression, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"Three, two, one, start." Long Zhan was responsible for the countdown. His voice was clear and loud, as if he was announcing the start of an important event.

"OK." Stonebridge took a deep breath and said seriously, "I have always been eager to make a difference. I hope to shine in my position and contribute to the country and the people. As long as the country still needs me to defend, I will stick to it without hesitation, no matter how great the difficulties and dangers are. And, how should I put it, the general environment requires me to shed blood for peace, and I am willing to do so. This is my mission and my honor..."

At this point, Stonebridge suddenly stopped. It wasn't that he was stuck and didn't know what to say, but what he wanted to talk about next was political struggle, but he really didn't want to get involved in such things. In his opinion, political struggle is full of conspiracy and calculation, which runs counter to the pure ideal of defending the country that he pursues. So he simply chose not to say anything. He smiled and continued, "Damn it, I forgot what you asked, so forget it, is this okay?" He tried to cover up his hesitation in this way, hoping to end the topic as soon as possible.

"You should adjust it a little bit. Don't make your expression so..." Sergei hesitated to speak. He looked at Stonebich's expression and always felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Stonebich asked puzzledly. He didn't understand what Sergei meant and a trace of confusion appeared on his face.

"Don't be so depressed," Sergei said, pointing at Stonebeach's face. "Your expression just now is as if the world is coming to an end. We are chatting in a relaxed atmosphere, not giving a deathbed speech."

"How can this be depressing? What I said is so positive. I expressed my loyalty to my country and my mission. Shouldn't this be praised?" Stonebich argued unconvincedly. He felt that there was nothing wrong with his answer and didn't understand why Sergei said that his expression was depressing.

"Stonbich, you are basically saying that you have nothing but this job, which is the standard of being depressed. You need to show some passion for life and other hobbies, otherwise the interviewer will think you are a machine that only knows how to work." Novin explained with a smile, trying to make Stonebich understand what Sergei meant. "My rank is higher than yours, and my words are the imperial decree." Stonebich half-jokingly laughed, trying to defuse this small argument in this humorous way, not wanting to make the atmosphere awkward.

"You can't use your military rank to pressure him and force him to agree with all your opinions." Long Zhan deliberately added fuel to the fire, with a smile on his face and a hint of mischief in his eyes, hoping to make this conversation more interesting.

"Of course I can. What is the purpose of being an official? Is it not to abuse power?" When Stonebridge said this, it seemed absurd, but in fact it was telling a certain reality, which has almost become a common problem all over the world. There was a hint of ridicule in his words, trying to make everyone laugh with this exaggerated statement.

"Hey, I finally found you." At this time, Chetri hurried over from behind, with an anxious look on his face, interrupting the conversation.

"Chettri, what is your biggest weakness?" Sergei immediately turned his phone around and took a picture of Chhetri, trying to keep the relaxed atmosphere going.

"My biggest weakness is that you turned off your communicators. I've been looking for you everywhere. I just found a cell phone signal point. The other party is likely to be Zaev and Mach's deputy. This is very likely to be a key breakthrough point. Come with me." Chettri seemed very anxious, with excitement and nervousness in his voice. After speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the stairs without waiting for everyone to respond. His steps were hurried, as if he was afraid of missing this important clue. After hearing this, everyone immediately put away their smiles, their expressions became serious, and followed Chettri, ready to face the new challenge.

In Zaev's seemingly ordinary but dangerous safe house, the depressing atmosphere was like a thick dark cloud, hanging heavily over every corner. Mach was alone in the yard downstairs, talking on the phone. He looked extremely focused, and every word seemed to carry a great mission, squeezed out with difficulty from his tightly pursed lips. At the same time, Zaev stood by the upstairs window like a cold statue, staring at Mach downstairs, his expressionless face faintly emitting a hint of murderous aura, his eyes were like a devil from the Netherworld, cold and cruel, as if he could see through everything, and as if he was ready to devour the world in front of him at any time.

Mach finally ended the call and hurried out to the street. He turned left and right along the winding street, taking every step cautiously and alertly, like a wild animal running through the jungle, always on the lookout for possible dangers, and deliberately taking a complex route to get rid of any possible trackers. After a long and circuitous journey, he finally came to an iron gate that looked ordinary but was full of mysteries. He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, raised his hand and gently knocked on the iron gate, the dull knocking sound was particularly clear in the silent atmosphere.

"Click." With a crisp sound, the iron door slowly opened and Mach quickly slipped in.

"How's the progress?" A man wearing a baseball cap saw Mach coming in, and immediately a trace of eagerness and expectation flashed in his eyes, and he asked impatiently. He leaned forward slightly, and clenched his hands unconsciously, as if waiting for an answer that could change everything.

"The location has been decided." Mach said as he walked over with steady steps, patted the baseball cap man's shoulder, and the two walked side by side into the house. Mach continued, "The local brothers will also give their full support. Your previous judgment was completely correct. In the name of Zaev, everyone has a fanatical belief and is willing to do their part for this great goal."

"We are all very lucky." The man in the baseball cap sighed, with an almost fanatical piety in his voice, as if what they were engaged in was an extremely sacred cause.

"Lucky?" Mach frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He turned to look at the man in the baseball cap, trying to find the answer from the other's expression.

"It's an honor to have the chance to participate and help your brother accomplish this earth-shaking undertaking." The man in the baseball cap said this very devoutly, with a fanatical light flashing in his eyes. As he spoke, he solemnly reached out and touched his right chest, his face full of awe, as if he was paying tribute to some supreme being.

"It's really good." Mach patted the baseball cap man's shoulder again, with a satisfied look on his face. Then he turned and walked into the room. As soon as he stepped into the room, his eyes were instantly attracted by a scene - a bearded man was holding a mobile phone and talking nonstop.

"What are you doing? Is that your personal phone?" Mach's face suddenly turned as cold as frost, so serious that it made people shudder. He asked loudly, his voice echoing in the room, full of anger and majesty. Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward like a cheetah, so fast that people had no time to react, snatched the phone, and then slapped the man in the face with a loud slap, the crisp sound was particularly harsh in the room.

"My cousin's wife is pregnant, and I..." The bearded man was frightened by this sudden change. His face was full of fear and panic, and he stammered as he tried to explain.

"You must use a disposable phone." Mach angrily interrupted the bearded man, his voice like a roaring lion, shouting: "This is to prevent being tracked. Don't you even know this most basic common sense? You are such a hopeless idiot."

After Mach finished speaking, he immediately started to disassemble the phone. His movements were swift and decisive, and his fingers were as fast as flying to remove the various parts of the phone. However, it was too late at this time. He knew in his heart that this stupid mistake might have brought irreversible consequences.

At the same time, Long Zhan and others were rushing to the location located by the mobile phone through Chettri's superb tracking technology. Like ghosts in the dark, they carefully approached the target location along the winding streets. Everyone was concentrating and alert to all the movements around them. Soon, everyone arrived at the periphery of this location silently. Everyone was fully armed, wearing sturdy bulletproof vests, holding sophisticated weapons, and their eyes revealed determination and confidence. They got out of the car one after another, their steps were steady and powerful, and they were in unison, heading straight to the terrorists, like an unstoppable steel torrent. (End of this chapter)