The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Wyatt, damn it." When Novin saw Sergei chasing after him recklessly, his heart sank. This scene reminded him of the painful experience of Stonebridge chasing after him alone and getting injured. Last time, he refused to join the action for various reasons, and afterwards he was filled with guilt and self-blame. This time, he resolutely decided not to make the same mistake again and never let the tragedy happen again.

Novin immediately picked up the gun in his hand without hesitation, his eyes revealed a firm determination, and followed without hesitation, secretly vowing in his heart that he must prevent the tragedy from happening again and never let Sergei repeat the mistakes of Stonebich. His footsteps were hurried, and he had only one belief in his heart: no matter what, he must protect his teammates, bring the terrorists to justice, and seek justice for Stonebich.

Sergei, like an enraged cheetah that would not give up until it achieved its goal, tried his best to chase the suspicious, fleeing person. During the pursuit, terrorists like ghosts kept popping out from various hidden corners, trying to stop him. However, Sergei, relying on his excellent fighting skills, extraordinary courage and rich practical experience accumulated over the years, turned danger into safety again and again, and repelled these terrorists who tried to stop him one by one. In every confrontation, his eyes were firm and his movements were clean and neat, as if announcing to the whole world that nothing could stop him from completing this pursuit.

When he crossed the slightly old two-story building, the view in front of him suddenly opened up, and an open field appeared in his field of vision without any warning. The figure that looked like Zaev was now about thirty or forty meters ahead. Although Sergei ran at full speed, it would still take some time to catch up with the other party, but at this moment there were no obstacles in the open field, so he decided to stop wasting time on meaningless pursuit.

Sergei quickly and steadily raised the gun in his hand that had accompanied him through countless battles. His eyes were fixed on the target like an eagle. He pulled the trigger without hesitation. Three consecutive crisp gunshots instantly broke the tranquility of the area.

"Bang, bang, bang." The sound of gunfire echoed in the open field. Two of the shots hit the hard ground, splashing a small piece of dust, while the other shot accurately found the target and hit the left leg of the man suspected to be Zaev. The man's body trembled violently, lost his balance, fell heavily to the ground, and struggled and twisted on the ground in pain, as if he wanted to rely on his tenacious desire to survive to endure the severe pain and stand up and continue to run away.

"Don't move, put your hands up and be quiet." Sergei rushed towards the fallen man as fast as he could and shouted loudly, trying to intimidate the other person with his majestic voice and make him give up resistance.

The man lying on the ground knew that resistance was undoubtedly futile in this situation. The strong desire to survive made him give up struggling instantly. He lay on the ground obediently, holding his head tightly with both hands, like a lamb to be slaughtered, waiting for the person who shot him to approach.

Sergei rushed to the man in a few steps. He pressed the gun against the back of the man's head, and then used his toes to gently flip the man's body over. When he saw the man's face clearly, the excitement and expectation that had just ignited in Sergei's eyes instantly dissipated like bubbles without a trace. He deeply realized that simply eliminating these ordinary terrorists would not solve the problem from the root. As long as Zaev was not eliminated, with his evil ability to deceive people, he would be like a cancer, constantly attracting more people to become terrorists and continue to do evil.

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Meanwhile, Novin was following Sergei closely. However, fate always played tricks on him, and his luck was terrible. On the way, he encountered two extremely fierce and cunning terrorists without any preparation. The two seemed to have noticed Novin's pursuit and had set up an ambush in advance, like two evil wolves hiding in the dark, waiting for their prey to fall into their trap.

Novan and the two terrorists immediately engaged in a thrilling fight. The terrorists, with their familiarity with the terrain and their ferocious attack methods, put great pressure on Novan. But Novan was no ordinary man. With his superb fighting skills acquired through hard training and his indomitable will, he fought a desperate battle with the terrorists. He sometimes evaded flexibly and sometimes counterattacked fiercely, and every move was full of strength and wisdom. After a difficult fight, Novan finally succeeded in subduing the two terrorists and broke through this obstacle with difficulty.

The main attack force, led by Long Zhan, rushed into the base camp smoothly like a sharp blade. However, the moment they stepped into the base camp, the scene before them was like a bolt from the blue, making everyone present stand on end with hair on their bodies, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet straight up into their hearts.

The base camp was filled with densely packed explosives, and gasoline was generously poured on the explosives. The pungent smell filled the air, as if foreshadowing the impending disaster. Next to the explosives stood a frantic terrorist holding a lit flip lighter in his hand. The jumping flames swayed in the breeze, as if it was the call of the god of death, and could cause a huge explosion that could destroy everything at any time. As long as someone shot and killed the terrorist, the flip lighter in his hand would inevitably fall to the ground, and then instantly ignite the gasoline. Once the gasoline was ignited, it would inevitably cause the mountains of explosives on the ground to explode. The amazing amount of explosives on the ground was powerful enough to instantly blow everyone present to pieces and send them to the west.

"Don't shoot!" Colonel Kechuan's heart tightened suddenly, and he almost subconsciously shouted to remind everyone. At the same time, he tried his best to soften his tone and tried to calm the terrorists' excited emotions, saying: "We are not here to deal with you, you don't need to do this..."

"Back off, everyone back off." The terrorist holding the lighter was already in an extremely agitated state and would not listen to any persuasion from Colonel Coltrane. He shouted hysterically and put forward his own demands. His eyes revealed madness and determination, as if he was ready to die together.

"Jims, let's step back." Colonel Coltrane turned to look at the man next to him, who was none other than Jims, the person in charge of the temporary military base. As the person in charge, Jims personally went deep into the dangerous combat zone, which really showed extraordinary courage. However, facing such a critical situation at this moment, he did not immediately agree to Colonel Coltrane's proposal, but decided to continue trying to persuade the terrorists. He said, "It's okay, it's not worth it, you should just close the lighter."

However, the terrorist seemed to be possessed by a demon. He turned a deaf ear to James's persuasion and still stubbornly held the lighter tightly, staring at everyone with eyes full of provocation and disdain, without any sign of compromise.

With his keen intuition, Long Zhan realized that things were heading in an extremely dangerous direction. This James seemed to be overconfident. At this critical moment, his persistence might lead everyone to an irretrievable situation. So, when everyone stopped the stalemate with the terrorists, Long Zhan carefully retreated outside step by step. He knew very well that he could not accompany everyone here and lose his life in vain, and he had to find a way to get out of this dangerous situation.

"Close the lighter. This is the last warning." James was used to his high-handed leadership. Faced with the terrorist's uncooperative attitude, he unconsciously adopted the threatening tone he usually used to his subordinates. In his opinion, as long as he was a little tougher, the other party would obey. However, he ignored the fact that he was facing a terrorist who had fallen into madness and would not fall for his tricks at all. Sure enough, the terrorist was not only not scared by his threats, but was extremely disgusted with such threats. James threatened him to close the lighter, but the terrorist deliberately did the opposite. Not only did he not close the lighter, but he simply let go of the hand holding the lighter.

"Asshole~" Seeing the lighter falling from the sky like a free fall, everyone in the room froze instantly as if they were cast into a spell, and then a strong fear surged into their hearts like a tide, frightening them to death. James, who had just been so majestic and aggressive in threatening the terrorists, turned pale as a sheet of paper in an instant. His instinct for survival made him turn around immediately and run desperately outside.

Colonel Kechuan reacted quickly. At this critical moment, he raised his hand and shot the terrorist accurately. However, at this moment, he had no time to care about the life and death of the terrorist. He turned around and rushed outside.

Whoosh—the lighter fell to the ground, and the moment it hit the ground, it successfully ignited the gasoline. The flames were like a demon awakening, instantly sweeping across the room like a prairie fire. The hot air waves rushed towards them, making it almost impossible to breathe. Colonel Coltrane, James and others could not care about anything at this moment. They ran out of the room desperately, as if countless evil spirits were chasing them. Just as they ran to the door, the mountain of explosives finally exploded.

"Boom~" A deafening explosion sounded like a heavy bomb exploding in my ears. The orange flames produced by the explosion were like an angry fire dragon, rushing up into the sky wildly, instantly engulfing the entire house in a sea of ​​fire. Billowing smoke and hot air waves spread violently in all directions, and the entire area was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere.

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"Liad Sharif, where is he?" Sergei asked loudly, with the muzzle of his gun pressed against the injured terrorist on the ground, his eyes revealing urgency and majesty.

"He left early this morning. He has a small house in the north." The terrorist on the ground felt the powerful deterrent emanating from Sergei. His heart was filled with fear. He hurriedly explained stutteringly, with a hint of panic and helplessness in his eyes.

"Here's a map." Sergei said, and quickly took out a paper map from his pocket and threw it at the terrorist. He demanded in a tough and unquestionable tone: "Draw the specific location on it. I will only give you this one chance."

The terrorist knew that his life was completely in Sergei's hands, so he did not dare to neglect it. With trembling hands, he quickly pulled out the pen clipped on the paper map and carefully drew a circle on the map to mark the location of Riad Sharif's hut.

Sergei took a look at the circled location. With his rich geographical knowledge and years of combat experience, he roughly judged that this location should not be false, so he carefully put the map away. He did not relax his vigilance, and continued to press the gun against the terrorist's head, asking: "Answer me, where is Zaev hiding?"

"I... I really don't know Zaev." The terrorist raised his hands and showed an innocent expression on his face, trying to prove his innocence. However, the panic that flashed in his eyes did not escape Sergei's sharp eyes.

"Where is he?" Sergei didn't believe him at all. He pressed the muzzle of the gun down again, almost touching the terrorist's scalp, and roared loudly. His voice was full of anger and deterrence, as if he wanted to completely destroy the terrorist's psychological defenses.

"I don't know, I don't know." The terrorist was frightened by Sergei's roar and trembled all over. He shook his head repeatedly and explained in horror, with a hint of crying in his voice.

"Ok, I believe you." Sergei said, slowly stood up and walked to the side. He looked at the rifle dropped by the terrorist on the ground, and suddenly an idea flashed through his mind, and he deliberately asked: "Do you want a gun?"

"No, I don't want it." The terrorist refused without thinking. He knew very well that he was still more than a meter away from the gun, and Sergei's gun was firmly in his hand. If he moved a little, he would be shot dead by Sergei on the spot. In this case, reaching for the gun would undoubtedly be a way to his own death.

"Very good." Sergei said, slowly putting the pistol into the holster at his waist, then swung the rifle behind his back, and slowly backed away, saying, "I'll give you a chance to take the gun." At this moment, Sergei had his own considerations in his mind. He was testing the other party's humanity, and at the same time following his own principles as a British soldier.

He believes that if the other party has no weapon, he will inevitably feel guilty if he shoots him to death at random; but if the other party tries to resist with a gun, he will not have any psychological burden if he shoots him to death. (End of this chapter)