The film starts with the Navy SEALs

The terrorist, who had just resolutely refused to take the gun, saw that Sergei had actually put it away and was slowly retreating. His lingering sense of侥幸 (a sense of侥幸, a feeling of getting away with something) began to take over. Coupled with the deep-seated ruthlessness inherent in terrorists, he instantly forgot his previous fear, and only one crazy thought remained in his mind: to take a gamble, kill Sergei, and avenge himself.

So, just as Sergei had retreated about eight or nine meters, the terrorist seized the opportunity, suddenly flipped over, and reached for the rifle on the ground like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Sergei had been closely monitoring the terrorists' every move, and a flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes as he saw their actions. However, his movements remained unaffected; almost simultaneously with the terrorists reaching for their weapons, he swiftly and fluidly drew his gun, aimed, and fired.

"Bang! Bang!" Two crisp gunshots rang out again, the bullets striking the terrorists' foreheads with deadly accuracy, like deadly meteors. The terrorists didn't even have time to scream before they died on the spot, blood gushing from their heads and slowly spreading across the ground, forming a small patch of crimson blood.

"B1, where the hell are you?" Noven had finally managed to deal with the two troublesome terrorists and was anxiously searching for Sergei. However, after searching the area for a long time, he still couldn't find Sergei. In his desperation, he could only roar into the radio, his voice filled with anxiety and anger.

“I’m to the southeast and behind…” Sergei heard Novin’s call and quickly pressed the radio communication button. He had only uttered half of the exact address when suddenly, he keenly heard a faint yet eerie sound coming from behind him. Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he almost instinctively turned around sharply.

As soon as he turned around, he was shocked to find a terrorist who had silently approached him, gun raised, the dark muzzle pointed directly at him. Although Sergei's reaction speed was astonishing, and he immediately raised his gun, aimed, and fired as he turned, the terrorist was clearly prepared, having completed his aiming and firing first.

"Ah~" Sergei felt a sharp pain in his chest. He screamed and his body fell heavily to the ground uncontrollably.

"B1, answer me, where are you? Where are you in the southeast? You bastard, answer me!" Noven's sixth sense told him that Sergei must be in trouble. He was extremely anxious and asked loudly into the radio communicator, his voice full of worry and unease, as if he would break through the communicator and run to Sergei's side at any moment.

At this moment, Wen was extremely anxious, as if a fire was burning fiercely within him. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his collar. He shouted hoarsely into the radio, inquiring about Sergei's situation, his voice trembling with anxiety, as he sprinted towards the approximate location Sergei had given him. Each step was rapid and heavy, his heart filled with worry for Sergei's safety, as if even a second's delay would lead to something irreversible. He silently prayed that Sergei would be safe and sound, and that nothing bad would happen.

Perhaps it was divine intervention, or perhaps his well-equipped full armor played a crucial protective role. After about twenty seconds, Sergei gradually regained consciousness amidst a violent cough. He slowly opened his eyes, his mind still foggy and confused, his gaze filled with bewilderment and terror. Instinctively, he began to carefully examine his body, and to his surprise, he discovered he hadn't suffered a fatal wound. More precisely, he hadn't suffered a life-threatening injury. The bullet had struck him squarely in the heart; its powerful impact, like a hammer blow, had instantly knocked him unconscious. Fortunately, his sturdy bulletproof vest, like a loyal guardian, had successfully stopped the bullet, saving his life.

Having just regained consciousness, Sergei was completely unaware of his surroundings, his heart filled with vigilance and unease. He endured the sharp pain in his chest, his body trembling slightly as he struggled to look left and right. Only when he confirmed there were no other terrorists nearby, and that the terrorist who had attacked him lay lifeless against the wall, did Sergei's heart finally ease slightly. He couldn't help but mutter "Fuck it!" under his breath, his voice filled with relief at surviving and lingering fear from the near-death experience. Then, he lay limply on the ground, gasping for breath, trying to alleviate the intense impact of the bullets hitting his body armor. Each breath felt like a tearing pain in his chest, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

"Sergei!" Just then, Noven's anxious and worried voice came clearly from not far away. Noven finally found him, and the moment he saw Sergei lying on the ground, his heart seemed to skip a beat. His eyes widened instantly, filled with fear and heartache, and he immediately shouted anxiously, his steps quickening involuntarily, rushing over like a whirlwind.

"I'm fine, the bullet hit my body armor." Sergei noticed Noven's arrival and hurriedly explained loudly with all his might, his voice weak but also revealing a hint of relief at surviving. He tried to reassure Noven, not wanting his comrade to worry too much about him.

"You bastard!" Noven couldn't help but curse angrily, feeling both worried about Sergei's safety and angry at his impulsive behavior. He was truly afraid that Sergei would suffer the same fate as Stumbitch, almost causing the same tragedy due to his impulsive actions, and that the heartache he felt was unbearable.

"Thank you for your concern." Sergei forced a somewhat pale smile and said in a humorous tone, trying to ease the tense and oppressive atmosphere. He knew that Noven was so angry because he was worried about him, so he wanted to calm Noven down in this way.

"You just abandoned me," Noven said seriously, his tone filled with deep resentment. Sergei's sudden departure had left him extremely anxious, feeling isolated and in danger, a feeling that made him very uncomfortable.

“Nonsense, I already informed you.” Sergei struggled to his feet, taking deep breaths to ease the tearing pain in his chest, and stubbornly retorted. He felt he had informed Noven of his actions and didn’t believe he had done anything wrong.

"Say it again, I'm lying! Go ahead, say it again and see!" Noven's eyes widened in anger as he glared at Sergei, his face filled with rage and dissatisfaction. He was emotionally charged, feeling that Sergei's behavior was irresponsible, completely disregarding teamwork and the feelings of his comrades. Sergei turned around abruptly, meeting Noven's gaze for a few seconds, his eyes filled with stubbornness. Then, his tone softened slightly, tinged with helplessness, and he said, "I apologize for the communication misunderstanding earlier, Private First Class. Do you still want to pursue this? Do you really want to get to the bottom of it?" He realized that his behavior might have indeed been somewhat inappropriate, so he chose to compromise and apologize, but he still felt somewhat wronged.

Noven glared at Sergei for several seconds, his anger gradually subsiding. Finally, he changed the subject, asking, "Have you found any leads on Sharif?" At this moment, the progress of the mission was paramount; he temporarily set aside his argument with Sergei and focused his attention on the task at hand.

“We’ve found out their location,” Sergei said, reaching into his pocket to pull out the map that the terrorists had marked earlier. He handed it to Noven and said, “Give this to Chetri before they get too far.” He knew the importance of this clue and that he had to pass it on to his teammates as soon as possible to avoid missing a crucial opportunity.

Noven frowned deeply, silently accepting the map with a grave look in his eyes. He turned and strode back, his steps quick and firm, determined to deliver the map to Chetri as soon as possible and move the mission forward.

On the other side, Colonel Ke Chuan and Jims were easily caught in the powerful shockwave of the bomb, like ants, thrown far away like two kites that had lost their way. They were covered in thick mud, looking utterly disheveled. Fortunately, fate seemed to have been exceptionally kind to them; the two miraculously escaped the terrifying explosion without even suffering serious injury. However, the soldiers following behind them were not so lucky. Several soldiers had blood flowing from their ears and nostrils, clearly suffering internal injuries from the powerful impact of the blast. Two soldiers were even mercilessly buried under the collapsed buildings, their fate unknown. The one in the best condition was Long Zhan, who was running at the front. Because he was the first to sense the danger and quickly ran away, he was relatively less affected.

Colonel Ke Chuan and Jim struggled to their feet, their bodies aching from the impact, but they couldn't care less. They brushed the thick layer of dust off their clothes, sending clumps of dirt flying. Their eyes shone with determination and urgency as they immediately rallied their soldiers to begin the rescue operation and clean up the ravaged battlefield, performing the final cleanup. They knew that time was life, every second was crucial, and they had to race against time to save their buried comrades.

A dozen minutes later, Colonel Ke Chuan strode over, his expression hurried, and arrived before the person in charge, Jims. After coordinating with Noven and the others, he said gravely, "We didn't find Sharif among the prisoners, but one of my men found a possible hiding place for him." Colonel Ke Chuan inadvertently noticed that blood was still slowly seeping from Jims' forehead, the trace of blood standing out starkly against his dusty face. Colonel Ke Chuan's heart tightened, and he quickly went over to him, saying with concern, "Let me take care of it! Let me help you." His eyes were filled with worry and concern; he felt his comrade's pain deeply.

“No need, it’s just a minor injury.” Jims, still stubbornly proud, impatiently slapped Colonel Ke Chuan’s hand away and said casually, “This is nothing compared to the street fights I had back then.” He tried to show his strength and didn’t want to show his vulnerable side in front of his comrades.

"You've been in command for twenty years, and suddenly you're personally rushing to the battlefield, charging into battle amidst a hail of bullets. There must be a hidden reason, Jims. Tell me what's going on," Colonel Ke Chuan said sharply, cutting to the chase. He knew that Jims's actions were no accident and that there must be an unknown reason behind them.

"You've worked in clerical positions before, do you understand that feeling of only being able to understand the situation over the phone, unable to take any real action, just watching helplessly?" Jim sighed helplessly, a hint of resentment and dejection in his eyes. That sense of powerlessness had tormented him in his clerical work, and he longed to return to the battlefield to prove himself.

"I don't dislike it; it helps me correct my bad habits," Colonel Ke Chuan replied calmly. He seemed to have a different view on clerical work, believing it to be a way to hone his skills.

"What happened in Munich is irreversible, but I have the ability to turn the tide," Jims said confidently, his eyes gleaming with determination. He seemed to have a grand plan in mind, wanting to change things through this operation.

“You’ll be a hindrance. Go home,” Colonel Ke Chuan said bluntly, prioritizing the mission’s success and the team’s safety. He worried that Jims’ impulsiveness could bring unpredictable risks to the entire operation.

“If we can get information from Sharif, the analysts can find clues, and that will give you a chance to deal with Zaev.” Jim continued to try to persuade Colonel Korchuan. He knew the importance of Sharif’s clues and hoped that Colonel Korchuan could understand his ideas.

"You might have misunderstood. I'm not here for revenge." Colonel Ke Chuan looked at Jims with a serious expression, his eyes revealing determination and composure. After speaking, he turned and strode away without hesitation. His steps were steady and powerful, reflecting his own mission and principles, and he would not let personal feelings affect the execution of his mission.

Jim watched Colonel Kochuan's departing figure, his eyes flashing with a complex light—helplessness, resentment, and a hint of determination. He had made his own decision and wouldn't easily change it because of Colonel Kochuan's words. (End of Chapter)