The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"We definitely can't shake them off, I'll take them out!" Long Zhan shouted as he ran to the back of the van at top speed. With a powerful leap, he launched two kicks like a black lightning bolt, slamming them into the two rear windows of the van. With a few sharp crashes, the glass shattered and shards scattered everywhere. He then steadily positioned his gun against the broken window and opened fire on the enemies behind him.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat..." Long Zhan's marksmanship was superb; each bullet, under his precise control, struck the truck with almost perfect accuracy, sending sparks flying. Unfortunately, despite his fierce firepower, he still failed to hit the driver and the gunman. The two terrorists, like provoked beasts, pursued even more frantically, showing no sign of stopping.

Seeing this, the rest of Team B showed no sign of backing down or fear. They all leaned out of the car windows, their guns blazing with furious fire, and opened fire on the pursuing truck. In an instant, gunfire erupted, smoke filled the air, and the acrid smell of gunpowder permeated the entire space.

The truck opposite was clearly a meticulously modified "war machine," with not only incredibly sturdy bulletproof glass installed in the front but also thick steel plates. The bullets fired by Team B with all their might hit it, like ants trying to shake a tree, leaving only shallow marks on the steel plates and causing no real damage to the enemies inside.

This sudden situation left everyone in a difficult predicament, causing them considerable headaches. Due to the special and secretive nature of this mission, they hadn't carried heavy weaponry capable of dealing with these modified vehicles. Now, facing such a formidable enemy, they seemed trapped, their only option being to run for their lives, trying every possible way to shake off their adversary.

"Hold on tight!" Sergei shouted to everyone in the vehicle, while keenly noticing a narrow, rugged dirt road on the right. Based on his extensive driving experience and knowledge of vehicles, he judged that the minibus had a good chance of making it through, while the heavily modified, heavy truck would likely get stuck in the loose dirt, thus escaping the enemy's pursuit. Without hesitation, he sharply turned the steering wheel, and the minibus, like a nimble cheetah, sped towards the narrow road.

Unfortunately, fate seems to love playing tricks on people; their luck was truly terrible. Sergei had just turned onto the side road and hadn't gone more than a few hundred meters when the car suddenly made an unusual noise and then became unresponsive. No matter how hard Sergei pressed the accelerator, the car wouldn't budge, like an old ox suddenly falling ill, gradually slowing down until it finally came to a stop.

The truck behind, seemingly sensing its prey's predicament, accelerated and gave chase. Although the people in the back of the truck had already been eliminated by Team B in the previous firefight, only two terrorists remained in the driver's seat. Because the windows were bulletproof, Team B couldn't fire at them. Seeing this, the two cunning and ruthless terrorists decided to resort to the most brutal method: they accelerated, slamming into the rear of the minibus, and then forcefully pushing it forward, attempting to corner them.

Sergei wasn't fully aware of the situation at first, but when he looked up, he gasped in shock, the hairs on his body standing on end. Not far ahead lay a bottomless cliff, its edge shrouded in a thin mist, adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

"Damn it, they're going to push us off the cliff! Stop them!" Sergei shouted in terror, his voice hoarse with fear and anxiety. If this continued, they would all be smashed to pieces.

"I'll do it." Hearing Sergei's desperate cry, Long Zhan quickly and calmly assessed the truck's condition. He firmly believed that nothing in this world was absolutely invincible, and this seemingly sturdy truck must have a weakness. He nimbly and deftly climbed out of the right-hand window, his movements light and swift, like a nimble monkey. He carefully climbed from the roof of one truck to the roof of the opposite truck, each step steady and firm. Then, he steadily set up his gun, his eyes flashing like lightning, and fired without hesitation into the driver's cab below from the truck roof.

As it turned out, Long Zhan's judgment was correct; although the truck on the other side had a well-protected front, its roof was not bulletproof.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..." Long Zhan unleashed a furious barrage of fire at the driver's cab, a dense hail of bullets raining down. The two terrorists inside had no time to react before being caught off guard by the sudden attack and instantly killed. The foot that had been on the accelerator lost its grip as its owner died, and slowly released its grip. The truck, like a powerless beast, ceased to move forward.

The minibus finally came to a stop precariously at the edge of the cliff, just two or three meters from the rim. A mere fraction more and the entire vehicle would have plunged into the bottomless abyss, with unimaginable consequences.

This was truly an incredibly dangerous escape from a desperate situation. Fortunately, Long Zhan reacted quickly enough, and in that critical moment, with his extraordinary courage, composure, and resourcefulness, he successfully saved everyone's lives. Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, their hearts filled with both lingering fear from the near-death experience and gratitude for their narrow escape. They had finally survived this life-or-death struggle, but what unknown challenges awaited them ahead...?

The car came to a screeching halt at the edge of the cliff. In that split second, it felt as if an invisible giant hand was gripping everyone's hearts tightly; time seemed to freeze, and the air itself seemed to stop flowing. The terrifying feeling of almost falling off the cliff struck everyone's nerves like a heavy hammer, sending chills down their spines. Only when the car came to a stable stop did their taut nerves relax like a released bowstring, letting out a long, unanimous sigh of relief, as if they had just escaped death from the grim gates of hell.

Then, everyone quickly and orderly disembarked from the vehicle. They knew this was no place to linger; danger could strike again at any moment. Their gazes quickly focused on the abandoned truck left by the terrorists behind them. A few men exchanged glances and then acted in unison. They skillfully checked the truck's condition, confirmed it was drivable, and quickly took control, preparing to drive it back to camp. Along the way, the truck engine emitted a dull hum, echoing lonely across the silent road. Inside, everyone was still gripped by the lingering fear of their near-death experience; the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy and oppressive, each face bearing the weariness and solemnity of someone who had survived a close call.

Back at camp, Colonel Ke Chuan, carrying heavy equipment, hurried into the command center. His expression was grave. As soon as he entered, he eagerly asked Chetri, who was focused on the computer screen, "I sent you a set of numbers earlier. How's the progress?" His eyes revealed an intense thirst for clues; those numbers might be the key to solving the current predicament, and he hoped to obtain valuable information from Chetri as soon as possible.

“These are expired, disposable phone numbers. Some are from Bosnia, some from Munich,” Chetri replied quickly, her eyes glued to the computer screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She was completely absorbed in analyzing these numbers, trying to uncover hidden secrets behind these seemingly unrelated digits. “Sherif wouldn’t have memorized these numbers for no reason. There’s definitely something wrong with them. What about the communication records? Have you checked them?” Colonel Ke Chuan frowned, his face filled with worry and contemplation. Based on his years of combat experience and keen intuition, he was convinced that these phone numbers were not recorded by chance, and that they must be hiding a significant secret, possibly closely related to the terrorist activities they were tracking.

“Just as I thought.” Chetri frowned slightly, his tone tinged with mystery, as if he had already sensed something unusual.

"What do you mean?" Long Zhan's curiosity was piqued by her words, and he couldn't help but lean forward and ask eagerly.

“It’s a bit too normal, just like he shouldn’t be suspected. I can’t really say for sure, maybe I’m just being paranoid.” Chetri shook her head helplessly, a hint of confusion and struggle in her eyes. In her many years of intelligence analysis, such seemingly flawless and perfect appearances often meant that there were more complex and profound secrets hidden behind them, but she couldn’t grasp the key to it for the time being.

"Maybe, but you might also be right, my techie." Noven tried to ease the tense atmosphere with a humorous tone. He winked at Chetri and forced a relaxed smile, hoping to make everyone feel a little more at ease.

"The last three sets of numbers are related to Albanians." Long Zhan suddenly seemed to remember some important clue and quickly spoke up to give a hint, hoping to provide some new ideas and directions for the current analysis.

"It might be the number my father-in-law and his brother used when they were trading with the Damach family," Sergei said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. His eyes gleamed with contemplation as he tried to connect the existing clues in his mind, attempting to piece together a complete picture.

“What if it was someone we contacted recently? Wait a minute…” Chetley seemed suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration, her eyes lighting up. Her fingers flew across the keyboard like a whirlwind, accompanied by a rapid, rapid tapping sound. She continued, “The facial recognition system has been reviewing the CCTV footage from Schwarzertemps Properties. Apparently, the signal was cut off after the control device was activated, just before Stonbridge arrived…” At this point, her throat tightened as if a boulder had lodged in it, and tears welled in her eyes. The thought of Stonbridge, still critically injured and lying in a hospital bed, his fate unknown, filled her with grief, and her voice choked with emotion; she could no longer speak.

"It's alright, continue," Colonel Ke Chuan comforted softly, a hint of sorrow and reluctance flashing in his eyes, but quickly replaced by determination and resolve. Stonbug's injury plunged the entire team into grief, but at this moment, they bore a more important mission. They could not be overwhelmed by sorrow; they had to pull themselves together, continue to uncover the truth, and complete their mission.

“Currently, the search parameters are based on the terrorist database, but we can also expand the scope to organized crime groups, even if it's a last resort,” Chetrie said, taking a deep breath to calm the turbulent emotions surging within her. She knew this was not the time to wallow in grief; she had to concentrate and not overlook any possible clue, no matter how slim the chance, she had to give it her all.

“That’s a bit too suspicious,” Noven said, a hint of doubt on his face. But he knew that in the current complex and confusing situation, not overlooking any possibility was the key to finding a breakthrough and solving the problem.

The group stopped talking and focused their attention on the large screen in front of them. The screen was constantly scrolling and comparing a large amount of information from criminal gangs. This seemingly aimless search was actually like looking for a needle in a haystack, trying to find the key figure hiding behind the scenes who controlled everything.

Finally, the rapidly scrolling images on the screen stopped on one person.

"It seems you were right," Noven said, a slight smile appearing on his face as he looked at the screen. His eyes held both surprise and a mixture of nervousness and anticipation for the truth to be revealed.

Everyone immediately focused their attention on the screen. After clicking on the profile picture, a video appeared before their eyes. When the person in the video clearly came into view, everyone's eyes widened, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

"Holy crap, Rorik Damach?" Noven couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. This person's appearance was completely unexpected. The appearance of this name seemed to tear open a tiny crack in the originally puzzling mystery, revealing a glimmer of hope that might solve the mystery.

"How long after the surveillance was cut off?" Sergei asked urgently. He knew the importance of the timeline in the whole incident and was trying to clarify the sequence of events and find hidden connections by determining the key points in time. (End of Chapter)