The film starts with the Navy SEALs

“You know perfectly well what I’m asking,” Ariana said bluntly. She was no longer willing to play games with Daniel and stated her intentions directly. Her voice became cold and firm, as if declaring her resolve to Daniel.

"Please, do you think you're the first person to attempt to seize power? This kind of thing has happened countless times in our family history, and none of them have succeeded. You're just repeating their mistakes, and you'll only end up failing." Daniel sneered, trying to undermine Ariana's confidence with words. He felt that Ariana's actions were nothing more than overestimating herself and would ultimately lead to her own downfall. His voice carried a hint of contempt, attempting to mask his inner fear.

“But I’m the only one who’s come this far,” Ariana replied confidently, convinced that her meticulously planned scheme was flawless and victory was assured. Her eyes were filled with determination, as if no difficulty could stop her from ascending to the pinnacle of power.

“This isn’t a bustling metropolis like New York or London, Ariana. We’re just a small family. What you’re doing is playing with fire. You’ll soon face a backlash from all sides, and your fate will be incredibly tragic. You’d better stop now; it’s not too late.” Daniel tried to warn Ariana, urging her to abandon this dangerous behavior, or she would surely suffer the consequences. His voice carried a hint of worry; although he was furious with Ariana, he didn’t want the family to perish because of this internal strife.

“That’s why I’m extending an olive branch to you,” Ariana said with a smile, hoping to win Daniel over and use him for her own purposes, thereby consolidating her position in the family and smoothly completing the power transition. Her smile held a hint of seduction, attempting to make Daniel submit to her will.

“I will bide my time for now, waiting for the right opportunity to regroup, and then wipe you and your offspring out of the woods. Thank you for your ‘high regard,’ but I still refuse your proposal. I will not bow down to someone like you,” Daniel said resolutely, his voice cold and merciless. He was unwilling to submit to Ariana so easily and decided to fight back with his own strength to reclaim his rightful power. His eyes were filled with determination, as if he were ready to fight Ariana to the death.

Ariana stopped trying to persuade him and hung up the phone expressionlessly. She understood that there was no room for negotiation with Daniel; a brutal family war had begun. She took a deep breath, a ruthless glint in her eyes, and silently vowed to win this war.

"Is this all your loyalty is worth? For so many years, I've treated you like my own children, nurturing you with care, and yet you betray me like this. Do you think you've lived up to my trust?" Daniel glared angrily at the two bodyguards, trying to evoke a shred of guilt and loyalty in them, but the bodyguards had already been heavily bribed by Ariana and ignored his words. Their eyes were cold, as if Daniel were a complete stranger.

“My name is Frederick,” one of the bodyguards said curtly, the implication being clear: he was not related to Daniel by blood and would not blindly remain loyal to him. His voice was devoid of emotion, as if he were completely indifferent to Daniel’s anger and pleas.

"Alright, since that's the case, can I at least take my medicine? I feel really unwell, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on without it. My old ailment has flared up again, and if I don't take my medicine soon, I'm afraid I'll die from the pain." Daniel glanced at the collar of his pajamas, feigning helplessness and pain, and deliberately hunched over slightly to make a pained expression. After saying that, he hurriedly walked into the house, as if he couldn't wait to get his medicine. He secretly planned to take this opportunity to get the gun hidden in the house and escape his current predicament.

The two bodyguards, having served Daniel for many years, though having betrayed him, still remembered some past favors he had done for them, and seeing his sickly appearance, didn't immediately stop him. They decided to let him take his medicine, and then, guns in hand, watched warily as he slowly walked back to get it. A hint of hesitation flickered in their eyes, but ultimately they decided to give him the chance.

"I'm riddled with illnesses, and I have to take a handful of medicine every day. I feel like I'm being poisoned by the drugs... I can't take it anymore," Daniel muttered, rummaging through his bag. In reality, it was all a carefully orchestrated act, his true purpose being to retrieve the gun hidden inside. He knew that in this dangerous situation, directly reaching for the gun would surely result in him being shot dead by the bodyguards, so this was the only way he could deceive them. His acting was superb, perfectly portraying the image of a frail and helpless old man.

"Could you help me find it? My eyesight is failing me, I can't find the medicine anywhere. I remember putting it in this bag, but I can't find it." Daniel pretended to have been searching for a long time without success, even picking up the bag and keeping one hand tightly inside, as if he was still trying to find it. Throughout the process, he skillfully concealed his true intentions, without arousing the bodyguards' suspicion in the slightest, and smoothly turned to face them with the bag. His heart was pounding involuntarily, and his palms were slightly sweaty as he nervously awaited the perfect moment to strike.

Just as the bag was pointed at the bodyguards, a muffled gunshot rang out from inside. A bullet pierced the bag instantly, striking one of the bodyguards in the chest with tremendous speed. The bodyguard's eyes widened, an expression of disbelief on his face, before he fell backward. Before the other bodyguard could react, another shot rang out, and he too was hit, swaying a few times before collapsing to the ground. It must be said, experience counts; Daniel, with his years of experience and cunning mind, successfully deceived the bodyguards. If he had simply reached into the bag for the gun, given the two bodyguards' vigilance, they would have undoubtedly shot him dead immediately. But he cleverly used the excuse of looking for medicine to successfully trick them. As a result, these two bodyguards were killed by this seemingly frail, sixty- or seventy-year-old man in this desperate situation, dying a truly unjust death, probably with resentment until their last breath.

"Bang! Bang!" Daniel was ruthless. To ensure the two bodyguards were completely dead and to leave no future trouble for himself, he fired two more bullets into their heads. Blood splattered the moment the bullets struck their heads, a gruesome scene. After doing all this, he slowly looked out from the villa's balcony, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent. He knew that the war between him and Ariana had fully erupted from this moment on, and what followed would be a brutal, life-or-death struggle for power, and he was prepared to fight to the bitter end. He took a deep breath, silently vowing to reclaim everything that was rightfully his and make Ariana pay a terrible price for her actions.

A day later, at the temporary British military base, a tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air, like the calm before a storm, subtly unsettling everyone. After a full day and night of arduous investigation, like searching for a needle in a haystack in a vast ocean of information, Team B finally obtained some invaluable intelligence. This intelligence, like twinkling stars in the darkness, brought them a glimmer of hope for breaking through the predicament in the complex situation. "His name is Daniel Carmedy, a highly influential arms dealer in the arms industry. According to reliable sources, his arms reserves in the Balkans are unparalleled. My informant in the Albanian police station has confirmed that he is the only survivor among the four elders who control the Ariana family," Chetri said, his eyes focused and sharp, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he rapidly operated the computer screen, providing a clear and detailed explanation. Although her voice wasn't loud, every word seemed to carry immense weight, striking the hearts of everyone present and making them deeply aware of the importance of this information.

"Where is he now?" Noven's eyes flashed with urgency as he asked impatiently. At this moment, Daniel's whereabouts were undoubtedly the key to solving the entire mystery, and would determine the success or failure of the subsequent operations.

“They ran away.” Chetri’s answer was brief and decisive, his tone unconsciously carrying a hint of regret and helplessness. This simple word was like a bucket of cold water poured over the newly ignited flame of hope, instantly weighing heavily on everyone’s mood.

“Perhaps Ariana is after the weapons, possibly trying to seize them for Zayev. We shouldn't delay, and we shouldn't waste any more words. Our immediate priority is to arrest her,” Long Zhan proposed with a determined look after some thought. His eyes revealed the decisiveness and resolve characteristic of a soldier. In this complex situation, he keenly sensed the potential crisis and believed that no opportunity to prevent it could be missed.

“After the death of the head of the Damach family, the entire family vanished like frightened birds, seemingly disappearing into thin air. Currently, Ariana's exact location is still unknown, but we might find a breakthrough through Kalmedi; these are his known aliases.” As Chetri spoke, he skillfully operated the computer, retrieving Daniel's relevant information and quickly projecting it onto the large screen in front of him. On the screen, a dense list of aliases and their associated detailed information appeared one by one, like keys that might unlock the mystery, waiting for everyone to unlock its secrets.

Then, she paused slightly, took a deep breath, and continued, "Just recently, someone dared to impersonate this alias and request to use his private plane from the airport, which took off from Depelena Airport in Albania." This revelation was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in everyone's hearts. Although the situation remained complex, it at least provided them with a direction to follow.

"It's a bit difficult. The clues we have so far are all based on guesswork, and there are just too many variables." Noven frowned slightly, a worried look on his face, and slowly expressed his concerns. Indeed, although the current clues seemed to point to a clear direction, they were actually full of uncertainties. Every step of the operation could face unexpected difficulties and variables, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty of their mission.

"The clues are limited, but considering all aspects, they seem quite reliable. We must quickly formulate an arrest plan; there's no time to lose. I'll go find Jims now to report to him and seek his support." Colonel Ke Chuan's expression was serious, his gaze firm, and he made a decisive decision. After speaking, he strode out with firm, powerful steps. Inside the base, people came and went, and Colonel Ke Chuan, relying on his familiarity with the environment, quickly found the person in charge, Jims, in a corner of the base. He told Jims everything he had found, from Daniel's background to the clues about the plane's takeoff, in detail and without reservation.

Finally, Colonel Ke Chuan said earnestly, "I have weighed the options carefully and feel that this operation is worth trying. Moreover, my teammates are in high spirits and have a strong desire to carry out the mission. Everyone is eager to contribute their strength to the mission." He knew the feelings of his teammates. Everyone was eager to make a difference in this battle against terrorist forces. At the same time, he firmly believed that this operation might be the key opportunity to unravel the mystery and prevent a larger crisis from breaking out.

“You have to think about the team members.” Jimus said with a solemn expression and serious gaze as he looked at Colonel Ke Chuan. His eyes revealed his deep concern for the safety of the team members. As the person in charge, he understood that this operation was extremely dangerous, and every soldier was a precious asset that could not be compromised in the slightest.

"I warned Sergeant Stenbug back then, making it clear that if anything happened in Munich, he would bear all the responsibility." Colonel Ke Chuan unconsciously put his hands in his pockets, a trace of pain and self-reproach in his eyes, and said slowly. Mentioning Stenbug filled him with guilt, as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

"Because he let Mach go at the gas station?" Jims frowned slightly, guessing. He had heard about the previous incident and roughly understood what Colonel Kochuan was referring to.

"More or less. As a commander, I believed I knew each of my soldiers well, understood their personalities and abilities, and knew how to motivate them to take responsibility. But perhaps I was too harsh on him back then, relentlessly pushing him to shoulder responsibility while ignoring the potential consequences, ultimately pushing him to his doom," Colonel Ke Chuan said painfully, his voice filled with deep self-reproach and regret. (End of Chapter)