The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"It's too late to reverse what has been done, James. You originally created the 20th Division to allow us to act on our own. We are tools to solve hot potatoes, aren't we?" Colonel Coltrane did not flinch and spoke very directly, which left James speechless for a while. He looked directly into James' eyes, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness. He firmly believed that his actions were for the sake of the overall situation.

"..." The middle-aged man was speechless. After a moment of silence, he gently patted Colonel Kechuan on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards the helicopter. His steps were a little heavy, as if he was thinking about something. After sitting back on the helicopter, the helicopter slowly took off and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a roar that gradually faded away.

As soon as the middle-aged man left by helicopter, Colonel Kechuan's face fell instantly. He knew very well that waiting for official approval might make them miss the best opportunity. He strode back to the warehouse and gathered everyone together, his expression as serious as the dark clouds before the storm. He took a deep breath and said, "There is no time to wait for the approval of the layers. It will take them several days to go through the process. By then, everything will be too late. In order to prevent any accidents, I have prepared a resignation letter in advance. Those who agree to continue the action can sign it. Our next action does not represent the official, it is entirely our own decision. You should consider it carefully." After Colonel Kechuan finished speaking, he took out a folder from his arms and gently threw it on the middle table. Then he stopped talking and waited quietly for everyone to make a choice. His eyes swept across everyone's face, trying to see their determination from their expressions.

Without any hesitation, Nowen was the first to step forward, with a look of determination and courage in her eyes. She picked up the pen, the tip of the pen lingered on the paper for a moment, and then quickly signed her name, as if declaring her loyalty to the mission. Afterwards, Stonebridge and others also stepped forward, their eyes were either nervous or firm, but without exception, they all signed one by one with trust in each other. Only Long Zhan did not sign, because he was not a formal employee of the 20th branch, but a "temporary worker" hired by them to help, and there was no formal contract from the beginning. He stood aside, his eyes showing thought, although he was not bound by a contract, he also had his own decision in his heart.

After everyone signed, Colonel Coltrane looked at Stonebridge, his expression becoming more serious and his eyes full of majesty. He warned him solemnly: "You must not act without my permission this time. The last incident has put us in a passive position, and we must not make any mistakes this time. We are a team, and any unauthorized action may ruin the entire plan, understand?" He stared at Stonebridge, hoping that he would remember his words.

Stonebridge looked back at Colonel Coltrane, nodded firmly, and said, "Understood, sir. I will remember your words and will not act impulsively again." He knew that his previous behavior had caused trouble for the team, and this time he was determined to obey orders and work closely with the team.

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A few hours later, on the busy streets of Munich, the afternoon sun shone on a black Mercedes-Benz G-Class, reflecting a dazzling light. Colonel Coltrane and his four companions drove the car and slowly stopped it on the side of a busy street. The streets were busy with cars and pedestrians coming and going, and the surroundings were filled with the hustle and bustle of the city, but the atmosphere inside the car was particularly solemn.

"You exchanged intelligence for our lives, Sergeant, and now we have to fight for our lives." Colonel Coltrane looked at Stonebridge, his eyes full of trust and expectation, and said solemnly. He knew that this operation was full of dangers, but he believed in the ability of Stonebridge and the team.

"Understood, sir." Stonebridge answered firmly, then opened the car door and walked down. His posture was upright, his steps were firm, and the sunlight shone on him, outlining his resolute outline. He knew very well that he was shouldering a great mission and could not afford to retreat in the slightest.

"Hey, let's have a good drink after work this afternoon." Long Zhan, who was sitting in the back row, said with a smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. His smile was optimistic and gave people a sense of security. He hoped that in this way, everyone could relax before facing danger.

"My biggest weakness is that I'm actually an optimist." Sergey, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, turned around and said with a relaxed smile on his face. His words were full of humor, as if what was about to be faced was not a life-and-death crisis, but an ordinary mission. He wanted to use this humorous way to inject some relaxed atmosphere into the team.

"Tonight, Wyatt will treat us to a drink." Stonebridge closed the car door, smiled and walked to the back of the car to open the trunk door, and started to move things out with Chetri who got out of another car. His laughter was full of trust in his comrades and confidence in the mission. He believed that as long as everyone worked together, they would be able to complete the mission.

"I didn't say that." Sergei denied it immediately, pretending to be reluctant. But there was a smile in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was not really angry.

"He's also an optometrist." Stonebridge continued to joke, trying to make the atmosphere more relaxed. He knew that before a tense task, proper relaxation would allow everyone to perform better.

"That's great. I was just thinking about checking my eyesight," Nowen continued the topic with a smile. Her smile was as bright as the sun, making the whole atmosphere more harmonious. She also hoped to relieve everyone's inner stress in this way.

"It's a scam." Chhetri couldn't help but complain. Everyone talked to each other. Although they were on the brink of crisis, the friendship between them became deeper. In this tense moment, they encouraged each other with humor and teasing, and faced the upcoming challenges together.

"Catch these bastards, I'll treat you." The beauty had already spoken, and Sergei had no choice but to agree, which was a small expense. His tone was a little teasing, but also full of expectations for completing the task.

"See you later." Stonebridge, carrying a large bag on his back and two large bags in his hands, came to the car window and greeted Long Zhan and the other two sitting in the car. His eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if he was conveying the belief that he would win to his comrades.

"See you later." Long Zhan and Sergei each extended their fists and bumped fists with Stonebridge. This simple action contained a deep understanding and trust between them. They didn't need to say much, just a look and a gesture, and they could understand each other's intentions. "Stonebridge, it's up to you." Colonel Coltrane said, his eyes revealing his expectations for Stonebridge. He knew that Stonebridge played a key role in the team, and the success or failure of this mission depended largely on his actions.

"Understood, sir." Stonebridge nodded, then turned and left, heading towards the old Munich Stock Exchange next to him. Nowen and Chetri followed closely behind him, also carrying large and small bags, with various weapons and equipment on their backs, fully prepared for the upcoming battle. Their figures looked particularly resolute in the sun, like fearless warriors about to rush to the battlefield.

At this time, the stock exchange has been occupied by a group of terrorists. A group of armed terrorists are on guard outside. They look alert, and their eyes are like eagles scanning the surroundings. They are dressed in dark combat uniforms, with cold expressions on their faces, and the weapons in their hands are flashing coldly in the sun. Mach is responsible for connecting various devices with computers at the access point, trying to let Zhiba enter the system of the entire city through this access point. He sits in front of the computer, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the data that keeps jumping on the screen, and beads of sweat appear on his forehead. But he knows that time is tight at this moment, every second is crucial, and there is no room for distraction. This process takes a certain amount of time, so they can't complete it for the time being.

"Enter the basement from the garage, destroy all devices connected to the municipal system, and cut off the power supply..." Stonebridge whispered the action plan while carefully walking forward with Novin and Chetri. Their steps were light and steady, trying not to make any noise. Their eyes were full of vigilance, always paying attention to everything around them.

But when they arrived in front of the garage, they found that the garage door was a little strange. The lock on the originally closed door had been cut off and thrown aside casually. There were still some metal fragments left at the cut, which flickered faintly in the sun.

"Haha, it seems someone got there first." Norwen sneered and said in a low voice. A trace of alert flashed in her eyes, and her hand unconsciously tightened the weapon in her hand. She knew very well that what was waiting for them ahead might be a more dangerous situation.

"Be careful, keep going." Stonebridge's face instantly showed a little more alert. He quickly opened a bag in his hand, took out combat equipment from it and put it on skillfully. His movements were fast and smooth. Years of combat experience allowed him to react quickly when facing danger. Novin and Chetri followed suit and quickly prepared for battle. They carefully checked their weapons to ensure that they were in the best condition.

After fully armed, Stonebridge gently opened the door, and the three of them walked in cautiously with their guns pointed in a combat posture. The garage was dimly lit and filled with an old atmosphere. The lights on the wall flickered, casting mottled shadows.

"Follow me, be careful." Stonebridge said softly, his voice was low but full of power. The three of them walked along the slope to the underground garage, and then tacitly took turns to cover each other, using the concrete pillars of the underground garage as cover, and continued to move forward cautiously. Their figures were looming in the dim underground garage, and they moved forward quietly like ghosts. Every step was taken carefully, for fear of making a sound to alert the enemy. A fierce battle seemed to be about to break out, and the air was filled with tension, as if a taut string could break at any time.

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At the access point upstairs, Zaev hurried over, looked at Mach who was busy operating, and asked, "How long will it take?" There was a hint of anxiety in his tone, and his eyes were fixed on the data that kept jumping on the computer screen. He knew that time was life, and every second of delay would lead to more variables in their plan.

"Five to ten minutes, I'm pre-installing the code." Mach answered attentively without looking up. His fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, like a pianist playing an exciting piece of music. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead and slid down his cheeks, but he didn't notice it at all, and he was fully committed to his work.

"Are you proficient in this?" Zaev frowned slightly and asked again. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if he was not completely confident in Mach's ability. After all, this operation was crucial, and any problem in any link could lead to a complete failure.

Mach did not answer, still concentrating on the operation at hand. He knew that time was running out and every second was crucial, and he could not afford to be distracted. His eyes were fixed on the screen, and his fingers kept tapping the keyboard, as if he had become one with the computer.

Zaev waited for a few seconds, and when he saw that Mach did not respond, he did not continue to ask. He turned slightly, changed the subject and said, "I'll ask the brothers to take their positions." After that, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and walked aside to make a call. There was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes, as if he was planning a bigger conspiracy. On the other end of the phone, the terrorists received the order and began to act quickly. Their footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the entire stock exchange was filled with a tense and dangerous atmosphere, as if a storm was about to come.

On the upper floor of the old Munich Stock Exchange, sunlight shone through the mottled windows onto Zaev's stern face. He stood in a corner of the room with his back to the window, concentrating on making a phone call. He deliberately lowered his voice and quickly and lowly conveyed instructions into the microphone. Every word seemed to carry some hidden evil intentions, and his tone revealed an unquestionable ruthlessness. However, he never expected that his every move had already been spotted by the sharp-eyed Chhetri downstairs, and the call signal was instantly captured.

"Someone is calling from this building, and I'm tracking the person who's calling." Chhetri stared at the screen of his handheld computer, his eyes not blinking, his hands working quickly on the screen. Various complex codes and signal logos flashed on the screen of the computer, like a mysterious password waiting for him to crack. With his superb skills accumulated over the years and his keen intuition for signal tracking, Chhetri quickly locked the location of the signal source in this complex information. (End of this chapter)