The film starts with the Navy SEALs

In the Schwarzer Temple Real Estate in Munich, three identical buildings with dozens of floors may have once been the pride of the city, witnessing countless glories and honors. But now, the erosion and abandonment of the years have made them lose their former glory, and they look extremely lonely and desolate. They stand there in a row, like three elderly people in their twilight years, with mottled marks on the walls, as if they were the vicissitudes of time. The window glass is broken, like empty eyes, revealing endless desolation. The corridor is full of debris, exuding a decadent smell. Obviously, this place has been abandoned for a long time, and now it has become a gathering place for gangsters and hooligans, full of chaos and crime.

Stonebridge came to the far right of the building alone. With extraordinary courage, firm belief and persistence in his mission, he chose to find and capture Zaev alone. He groped forward cautiously, and every step was full of vigilance, as if every corner around him was hiding unknown dangers. Soon, he came to the bottom of the building.

The two hooligans who were staying here saw Stonebridge running towards them with a gun in hand, a stern face and a murderous aura. They were so scared that their faces turned pale as paper, as if they had seen the god of death. They ran away in a flash, tumbling and crawling, so fast that it seemed as if there was a flood or a beast chasing them.

Stonebridge ignored the two thugs and quickly ran to the wall, leaning against it to give himself a reliable support. He was vigilantly observing the movements around him, his ears catching every slight sound like a radar, while he picked up the communication device and called: "Check the communication, headquarters, please reply if you receive it." However, the only response he got was desperate silence, no sound came out of the communication device, as if the whole world was in dead silence at this moment.

Instead, Stonebridge suddenly heard a slight but strange noise coming from the passage a few meters ahead. Although the noise was not loud, it was particularly clear in this terrifyingly quiet environment, like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heart.

"Fuck." Stonebridge thought to himself that something was wrong and had to stop calling. He held the sniper rifle tightly with both hands, his finger gently on the trigger, and walked forward carefully. With every step, he was extremely cautious, his eyes fixed on the passage ahead, ready to deal with possible dangers at any time. His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and his breathing became rapid, but his eyes became more determined, full of fearless courage.

He had just walked a few meters forward when a man suddenly jumped out of the passage that made the strange noise like a ghost. The man was holding a gun, with a fierce and crazy look in his eyes. Without saying a word, he fired wildly at Stonebridge. Bullets rained down on Stonebridge, whizzing past him, brushing past his body, and bringing a gust of cool wind.

Fortunately, Stonebridge's reaction speed was fast enough. With the rich experience and agility accumulated from years of fighting on the battlefield, he quickly counterattacked. His eyes were stern, and he raised his hand and fired a shot, hitting the opponent accurately. With a scream, the man fell to the ground. With the sound of the gunshot, the originally silent building exploded instantly.

Stonebridge could clearly hear a large number of footsteps coming from all directions nearby. Some footsteps were on the upper floor, sounding rapid and chaotic, like a group of frightened beasts running wildly; some were not far away, approaching his position quickly, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, making him feel unprecedented pressure.

"Here, he's over here." A loud shout suddenly came from upstairs, and a man with a gun shouted loudly, clearly telling the others around where Stonebridge was. The sound echoed in the corridor, like a death knell, announcing that Stonebridge had been exposed.

Stonebridge heard the voice and tried to show his head to kill the man who was shouting. As soon as he stuck his head out, he heard a sharp gunshot. He was so scared that he quickly shrank back. The bullet hit the wall and exploded into a ball of lime. The fragments splashed on his face, piercing him like needles. At this moment, he was surrounded by the enemy, but his faith was not shaken at all. He was still firmly prepared to meet the next challenge. Even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, he would catch Zaev, stop this terrible disaster from spreading, and seek justice for those innocent victims.

"Ping! Crash~~" A glass bottle with a sharp whistle fell from the sky like a small cannonball, and hit the ground to the right of Stonebridge. In an instant, the crisp sound of broken glass and sparks burst out at the same time, and the gasoline in the bottle spread rapidly like the flames of a demon, and in the blink of an eye, a large ball of blazing fire ignited on the ground. The flames licked everything around them crazily, and the hot air waves rushed towards him like surging waves, making Stonebridge feel a suffocating feeling that almost swallowed him.

"Damn it~" Stonebridge couldn't help but curse in a low voice. He knew that if he continued to stay where he was, he would undoubtedly seek his own death. Sooner or later, he would be burned to death by the Molotov cocktails that fell like raindrops. At this critical moment of life and death, he made up his mind and decided to fight to the death. He was like an agile cheetah, suddenly exerting force and hiding behind the pillar next to him in one step. He clung to the cold pillar, his chest heaving violently, panting rapidly, and his brain working rapidly, nervously looking for the opportunity to fight back.

Then, he carefully poked his head out from the other side of the pillar, and his eyes, like a hawk, instantly locked onto the enemy upstairs who was about to throw the second Molotov cocktail. Stonebridge did not hesitate and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang." Three crisp gunshots were particularly harsh in this tense and depressing atmosphere, hitting the surrounding air like a heavy hammer. The enemy who was leaning forward was directly shot in the head by three accurate shots fired by Stonebridge. The enemy's head exploded instantly, and blood and brains splashed out. His body was like a puppet with its soul taken away. After losing support, his head tilted and he fell straight from the upstairs like a kite with a broken string. The Molotov cocktail landed first, the glass bottle shattered instantly, gasoline splashed, and a more vigorous flame ignited on the ground. Then, the enemy's body hit the burning Molotov cocktail heavily again, making a "sizzling" sound, as if it was a weird and cruel "self-cremation", just like a one-stop service, but the scene was full of blood and horror. After Stonebridge successfully killed the enemy, his sharp eyes immediately found that there was a staircase on the right that led to the upstairs. He knew that the opportunity was fleeting and he must not give the enemy a chance to breathe. He had to seize the opportunity to pursue the enemy. So he immediately took two steps at a time, his steps light and fast, and rushed to the stairs like a ghost, and began to move upstairs carefully. When he quietly came to the stairs and just half of his head was exposed, he found that there were still enemies guarding vigilantly above. Stonebridge did not hesitate at all, and the gun in his hand roared angrily again. The accurate bullet instantly penetrated the air and killed the enemy. The enemy fell straight down without even having time to scream.

At this moment, Stonebridge was as agile as an agile monkey. He jumped out of the stairs in a few leaps and quickly stuck to the wall upstairs. He leaned against the cold wall, vigilantly observing the movements around him, with the gun in his hand ready to deal with any emergency. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon, not missing any suspicious signs, and he groped forward lightly, taking every step carefully, as if the slightest mistake would trigger a deadly trap.

However, after walking less than ten meters, another enemy appeared in the far corridor on the right. Stonebridge and the other party spotted each other almost at the same time, their eyes met instantly, and sparks seemed to fly in the air. Then, they both pulled the trigger at the same time.

Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, echoing in this narrow space. Unfortunately, in the panic, neither of them aimed, and the bullets whistled past them, and neither of them hit the other. Then, like frightened rabbits, they quickly hid behind the wall at the same time. Stonebridge could clearly hear his violent heartbeat, roaring in his ears like a war drum. He knew very well that in this close-range life-and-death confrontation, whoever made a mistake first would pay the price with his life. He took two deep breaths, trying to calm his pounding heart, and adjust his breathing and state. Then, he held the gun tightly, slowly pointed his gun out, and decisively shot again.

"Ah~" The enemy on the opposite side also wanted to shoot, but unfortunately his reaction speed was far slower than Stonebridge's. Stonebridge's bullet was like a fatal meteor, accurately hitting the enemy's chest. The enemy immediately screamed, fell backwards, and fell heavily to the ground. Blood gushed out of his chest and quickly spread on the ground.

Stonebridge quickly replaced the magazine with a new one, and the magazine made a crisp sound when it collided with the gun body. He tried to call the radio again: "Headquarters, calling headquarters, please answer, please answer." However, the response to him was still a desperate silence, only a faint sound of electricity "sizzling" in the radio, and no sound came out of the radio.

"Damn it." Stonebridge couldn't help but curse angrily, his voice full of anger and helplessness. If he could call the headquarters, Colonel Kechuan would bring two brave generals, Long Zhan and Sergei, to support, and this battle would be much easier. The three of them cooperated well and would surely be able to quickly turn the situation around. Unfortunately, the communication was completely cut off at the moment, which meant that he could only rely on his own strength, fight alone, and face these dangers alone.

When Stonebridge made his way out of the underground garage and arrived at the square in front of the three buildings, the scene here made him frown. The square was already overgrown with weeds, and all kinds of debris were piled up randomly. The half-man-high weeds swayed in the wind, as if telling the desolation and danger of this area. On the other side, a group of people suddenly emerged like ghosts, each holding a gun tightly in their hands, with fierceness and cruelty in their eyes. Without saying a word, they opened fire on Stonebridge.

"Da da da..." Dense bullets rained down on Stonebridge. He could only feel the bullets whizzing past his ears, and the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp sound. The bullets hit the surrounding walls and the ground, splashing sparks and dust. Faced with such powerful firepower, Stonebridge reacted quickly and hid behind the cement pier next to him to temporarily avoid the sharp edge. He leaned against the cement pier, breathing heavily, his brain working rapidly, thinking about countermeasures. He knew that in this situation where the enemy was outnumbered, he could not counterattack blindly, but had to wait for the opportunity when the opponent's firepower was dispersed, looking for flaws, and then delivering a fatal blow.

With the rich combat experience accumulated over the years, Stonebridge's strategy was indeed successful. After hiding behind the concrete pier for a few seconds, the gunmen on the opposite side thought that Stonebridge had been suppressed and had no power to fight back, so they could not wait to stop firing and quickly approached Stonebridge. They fanned out, their steps hurried and panicked, their guns pointed forward vigilantly. They thought victory was in sight, but they didn't know that this was the perfect opportunity Stonebridge had been waiting for. While approaching quickly, they couldn't shoot, otherwise they would easily hurt their own people by mistake.

Stonebridge seized the opportunity and rushed out from the other side of the stone pillar like a tiger descending from the mountain when the enemy stopped firing, with the gun in his hand emitting angry flames. His eyes were full of determination and courage, and every bullet carried his anger and determination. His appearance caught the enemy off guard. The terrorist walking in the front was hit in the chest and head by Stonebridge's two accurate shots before he could react. His body fell to the ground like a heavy sandbag, and blood quickly spread under him.

Seeing this, the remaining two terrorists turned pale as paper, their hearts filled with fear. They widened their eyes, revealing fear and despair, and hurriedly tried to hide and find cover. However, Stonebridge's shooting was too accurate. He was like the messenger of death. He raised his hand and fired another shot, and another militant fell to the ground. The militant screamed, his body twitched a few times, and then there was no movement.

Two of the four terrorists rushed over and were killed in a blink of an eye. The remaining two were so frightened that they turned around and ran away like dogs that had lost their homes. Their steps were hurried and hurried, and they kept shouting, as if they were asking their companions for help. Stonebridge knew that he could not chase them rashly. There might be enemies hiding everywhere here, and if he was not careful, he would fall into the enemy's ambush. (End of this chapter)