The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Screech—a dilapidated minibus slowly pulled up, its body creaking and rattling from years of neglect. It stopped in front of Colonel Ke Chuan, like a frail old man on the verge of collapse. Noven opened the front door, jumped out, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Sorry, boss, some idiot ruined a perfectly good bus." He tried to ease the tense atmosphere with a lighthearted tone, but a trace of helplessness remained in his eyes.

"I'm the one who's a bit dim-witted," Sergei said, forcing a smile as he sat in the driver's seat, trying to sound relaxed. He knew everyone was feeling heavy-hearted and hoped his humor would lighten the mood.

"Come on, get in the car and let's go." Colonel Ke Chuan was preoccupied with the mission and had no time for jokes. He gave a brief greeting and walked straight to the car, his steps hurried, his mind preoccupied with the upcoming operation.

As Jim watched Colonel Koch board the car, his expression gradually turned serious, his lips pursed slightly, and a resolute glint in his eyes. However, he remained silent, for he had already made his unwavering decision.

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"B1, there's a building marked on the map, it's already shown in the navigation." Chetri, stationed at the temporary base, was intently focused on the computer screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He skillfully manipulated the computer, using his expertise to quickly find relevant information, then transformed it into detailed and accurate intelligence, promptly sending it to the B team.

Hearing the phone notification, Novin quickly picked it up to check. He carefully examined the satellite map that had been sent, his eyes focused and serious, before saying, "Turn left ahead." His voice was clear and firm, guiding Sergei in the right direction.

"Roger that," driver Sergei responded immediately, gripping the steering wheel firmly and following Noven's directions, steer the minibus with difficulty along the rutted, gravel road. The road was uneven and full of potholes, making the minibus sway from side to side like a small boat sailing on a turbulent sea. After more than ten minutes, they finally arrived near the marked house. Sergei carefully parked the vehicle at the edge of the woods, and everyone quietly got out, cautiously making their way on foot towards the marked house like ghosts. Their steps were light and careful, as if afraid of making the slightest sound to alert the surrounding enemies.

When he reached a distance of several dozen meters from the house, Sergei skillfully set up his sniper rifle, his eyes glued to the scope, carefully searching for the target. His gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, not missing a single subtle movement. Soon, he found the small house, standing there quietly, as if concealing countless secrets.

"Here!" Sergei whispered, beckoning. Long Zhan and the others immediately understood and tiptoed toward Sergei, their movements swift and silent, like a pack of well-trained cheetahs.

"I think I see a figure," Sergei whispered, his eyes still fixed on the scope, not daring to relax for a moment. His tone carried a hint of tension and excitement; the prey seemed to be right in front of him.

But at that moment, the once tranquil grove, like a secluded paradise, was suddenly shattered by a deafening burst of music. The sound, like rolling thunder, instantly broke the silence, and could be clearly heard within a hundred meters.

"What's going on?" Sergei asked, bewildered and filled with confusion. His brows furrowed, and a hint of wariness flickered in his eyes as he struggled to understand the meaning behind the sudden music.

"Looks like someone's listening to music, which proves he's in a good mood," Long Zhan joked, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. But a hint of unease lingered in his eyes; the inappropriate music made him vaguely uneasy.

"Let's keep going, we're going." Colonel Ke Chuan raised his hand and waved, signaling the team to continue advancing and launch a surprise attack to capture the person. His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority. Although there were doubts in his heart, with the mission at hand, there was no turning back.

The four men immediately formed an assault formation, using the dense forest as natural cover. Like four venomous snakes lurking in the darkness, they cautiously approached the house. At the same time, their eyes were constantly on the ground, watching for traps. Every step was taken with extreme care, lest they inadvertently step into an enemy trap. Their movements were light and swift, and they quickly and silently reached the back of the house. The entire process went remarkably smoothly, without encountering any danger. Everything seemed too calm, unsettlingly so, like the calm before a storm.

But when everyone circled around to the front door, they found it wide open, and deafening music was blaring out of the house. Without hesitation, Long Zhan charged through the door like a black lightning bolt, only to find that the scene before him was completely different from what he had expected.

Inside the room, no one was armed or resisting, nor did anyone attempt a confrontation. Only one man, his neck severed, sat quietly in a chair, his clothes soaked with blood, which pooled on the floor. The room reeked of gasoline, an overwhelming, almost suffocating smell that seemed ready to ignite at any moment.

"Go outside and check." Colonel Ke Chuan calmly instructed Noven to search outside, his voice steady and decisive. Then, regarding the situation inside the house, he frowned and analyzed, "The smell of gasoline is so strong, he might have explosives strapped to his body. They were destroying evidence at headquarters, burning all written evidence and various pieces of evidence with gasoline." A hint of worry appeared in his eyes, fearing that this was a trap set by the enemy.

“Yes, that’s very possible, but how did this guy die?” Sergei walked over with a puzzled look, took out a folded photograph from his pocket, and carefully compared it with the deceased’s face. After the comparison, he said definitively, “The target has been identified; the deceased is Sharif. Now examine the body. There’s still body temperature, so he’s obviously died recently. Now check for explosives…” As Sergei spoke, he circled the body sitting in the chair, carefully examining it from head to toe, his eyes focused and cautious. He carefully and slowly picked up the body’s hand that was hanging down from the chair, every movement filled with vigilance.

"Safe!!" After confirming there were no explosives, Sergei immediately moved on to the next procedure, meticulously searching the body for anything of value. His movements were swift and practiced, leaving no corner unchecked that might hold clues. Long Zhan and Colonel Ke Chuan were equally busy, quickly searching every corner of the house, from the living room to the bedroom, from the kitchen to the bathroom, leaving no place unsearched. They knew that every detail could be key to solving the mystery, and they had to go all out to find useful information to advance the mission. ...

"I've found something." Sergei, who was bent over and intently searching Sharif's body, spoke first, his voice brimming with excitement, breaking the somewhat oppressive silence in the room. After rummaging through the upper left collar pocket of the corpse, he carefully pulled out a crumpled little piece of paper.

"What discovery?" Colonel Ke Chuan's tense nerves were instantly jolted by the shout. He quickly turned his head, his eyes blazing as he stared intently at the small note in Sergei's hand, eagerly asking the question with a look of desperate longing for clues.

"There's a string of numbers written on this. I can't understand it. It might just be a lottery winning number." Sergei shrugged slightly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere in the room with feigned humor. His lips curled up into a teasing smile, but his eyes couldn't hide his doubt about the meaning of the numbers.

"Really?" Colonel Ke Chuan clearly didn't believe Sergei's joking statement. He quickly walked to Sergei's side, reached out, and eagerly wanted to pick up the note to examine it carefully, his eyes revealing his eagerness to solve the mystery.

At this critical moment.

Norman, responsible for clearing all dangers outside and maintaining a high level of vigilance, suddenly spotted suspicious figures moving about in the distant woods with his eagle-like eyes. His heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him. Almost instinctively, he swiftly and skillfully raised his gun, pressing his eyes close to the scope, trying to see through the layers of branches to discern the situation on the other side.

However, before Norman could fully see the situation on the other side through the scope, the enemy in the woods had already launched an attack.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..." In an instant, a dense and deafening barrage of gunfire erupted like a sudden downpour, shattering the tranquility of the area. Bullets rained down like deadly drops, relentlessly hurtling towards the wooden house. The enemies emerging from the woods had clearly adopted a ruthless tactic; they were blindly firing at the central wooden house, disregarding whether they could hit their target accurately. They were simply hoping to rely on luck and suppress the enemy with their superior firepower, attempting to disrupt the formation of those inside.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..." Noven reacted swiftly the moment the enemy opened fire. His eyes were resolute as he aimed at the leading terrorist, pulling the trigger without hesitation. A burst of bullets flew like meteors towards the enemy, providing relentless suppressive fire. At the same time, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Watch out! Enemy attack!" His voice echoed through the open woods, filled with urgency, like an alarm, instantly putting everyone in the room on edge.

"Go, go quickly, retreat and get in the vehicles!" Colonel Ke Chuan heard Norman's anxious shouts and immediately understood the dire situation. Without knowing the exact number of the enemy, he dared not be careless or hesitant. Drawing on his years of rich combat experience, he quickly made the most rational and reasonable choice, decisively ordering everyone to evacuate immediately. After all, the terrorists were still nearly a hundred meters away, unlikely to catch up quickly; seizing this precious window of opportunity to retreat was the wisest decision at hand.

Upon hearing Colonel Ke Chuan's unequivocal order, Long Zhan and the others did not hesitate or waver, nor did they blindly attempt to stay and fight the enemy to the death to annihilate them. They understood that in this dangerous situation with unclear enemy positions, recklessly engaging in combat would only put the entire team in greater peril. Therefore, they quickly and orderly followed Colonel Ke Chuan, retreating from the back of the house at top speed. Each person's movements were skilled and agile, their coordination seamless.

In the end, they successfully and smoothly retreated to the rear and quickly boarded the minibus that was already waiting there.

As soon as he got in the car, Sergei, without even catching his breath, slammed the accelerator to the floor. The minibus shot off like an arrow, the engine roaring as if it were raging in desperation. At that moment, speed was life; every second they gained increased their chances of escaping the enemy's pursuit, making every second incredibly precious.

But those ruthless terrorists clearly had no intention of letting them go easily. Although most of the ground troops didn't pursue them, the terrorists near the station happened to spot the minibus. Like sharks smelling blood, they didn't hesitate to drive after it aggressively. The pursuing vehicle was significantly faster than the minibus, relentlessly chasing it like a ferocious wolf on the rugged road, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

"A car is catching up from behind." Noven had been intently observing the situation behind through the rear window. When he saw the enemy vehicle getting closer and closer, he immediately told everyone this worrying news, his tone unconsciously carrying anxiety and tension.

"Speed ​​up and shake them off." Colonel Ke Chuan, sitting in the passenger seat, stared intently at the winding road ahead and decisively gave the order. His eyes revealed determination and composure as he rapidly considered strategies to deal with the current crisis.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat..." The trucks chasing behind grew increasingly arrogant, unleashing a furious barrage of fire from their long-range machine guns while still some distance away. Bullets rained down on the minibus like hail, instantly riddling the rear door with holes and rattling the body as if it were about to fall apart. The dense gunfire and the clanging of metal mingled together, creating a chilling atmosphere. (End of Chapter)