The film starts with the Navy SEALs

After successfully breaking through the enemy's blockade, Long Zhan and his group dared not relax for a moment, racing against time towards the dock control room. Although the control room wasn't far from their current location, every second felt incredibly precious. Their steps were hurried and determined, making them resemble a group of warriors heading to battle on the tense dock.

Within minutes, they arrived outside the control room. Long Zhan's eyes flashed like lightning as he locked onto the tightly closed door. Without hesitation, he mustered all his strength and kicked it. "Bang!" The kick was powerful and heavy, the loud bang like a cannonball exploding instantly echoing around the control room. The door was kicked open violently, the huge impact causing the door to rub violently against the frame, producing a piercing sound that lingered in the control room for a long time, like a thunderclap that instantly shattered the original tranquility.

In the control room, a group of staff members, who had been focused on their work, were startled by the sudden loud noise. They instinctively turned their heads in unison, instantly freezing in place. A group of heavily armed men rushed in like a black whirlwind. These men wore heavy combat uniforms, their bodies laden with various equipment, and the guns in their hands gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. Their eyes were sharp as eagles, vigilantly scanning their surroundings, emanating a chilling aura that inspired fear, like a group of death gods returning from the battlefield. The staff members' faces instantly turned ashen, like the last snowflakes in winter, and their bodies trembled involuntarily, as if bound by an invisible fear.

"Don't move, put your hands up!"

"Hands up, all of you behave yourselves!"

"Don't move, don't even move!"

"Everyone, move to the front! Everyone, move to the front and stand in line!"

"Don't be afraid, we are good people. As long as you cooperate, we will not hurt you."

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Colonel Ke Chuan and his men followed, their voices booming like thunder, shouting at the terrified and disoriented staff. Their voices echoed through the control room walls, an attempt to seize control of the dock's core—the dock center—as quickly as possible. Every word carried an undeniable authority, instilling a powerful sense of pressure in the staff.

In this tense, almost suffocating atmosphere, the dozen or so staff members dared not utter a single thought of resistance. Like frightened birds, they rose hastily and unsteadily, slowly moving forward until they finally stood in a trembling line. Their eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, their lips trembling slightly as if they might burst into tears at any moment. They could only obediently follow the orders of these uninvited guests, like prisoners awaiting trial, unsure of their fate.

"Find the shipment number." Colonel Ke Chuan's eyes were sharp, and his expression was serious as he quickly ordered Chetri. At this moment, he was like a commander strategizing on the battlefield, calmly and decisively issuing each order, striving to find the key clues in this chaotic situation and take control of the overall situation.

Upon receiving the order, Chettley moved like a bolt of lightning, instantly rushing to the computer. His hands danced across the keyboard with practiced speed and agility, his fingers flying across the keys as if playing a tense melody. He stared intently at the screen, his eyes revealing professionalism and focus, not missing a single detail, diligently searching for the information they needed within the complex program. After a tense and meticulous search, Chettley quickly located the specific container number. He then eagerly clicked on the relevant container number to view the detailed information. However, when he saw what was displayed on the screen, his face instantly turned extremely grim, as if shrouded in a dark cloud.

"What's wrong?" Colonel Ke Chuan keenly noticed Chetri's unusual behavior, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. He asked anxiously. His eyes were fixed on Chetri, trying to glean some key information from the other's expression, while silently praying that things wouldn't turn out the worst.

“The cargo has already been shipped. It was loaded onto the oil tanker Luna Evila before we arrived, and it set sail half an hour ago,” Chetri said, his tone filled with helplessness and anxiety. This news struck like a bolt from the blue, instantly exploding in everyone's hearts, making each person present feel as if they had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. The previously hopeful situation instantly became extremely grim.

"Can you track it down?" Colonel Ke Chuan's brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep "川" (Chuan) shape, as he pressed on. He knew all too well that if this shipment of weapons were to completely disappear and fall into enemy hands, it would bring immeasurable danger and disaster to the entire region. Therefore, he had to do everything in his power to track down the cargo ship.

“The initial phase is manageable, but this is a smuggling vessel. They often use false positioning to evade tracking, so we definitely won't be able to track them further down,” Chetri said helplessly. He knew that tracking such a cunning and experienced smuggling ship would be extremely difficult and fraught with uncertainty. Unexpected variables could occur at any stage, rendering their efforts futile. “Alright, hurry up and investigate.” In this urgent and difficult situation, Colonel Ke Chuan had no better option than to seize this last glimmer of hope and obtain as much useful information as possible. After saying this, he walked out, saying, “You guys stay here, I'm going out to make a phone call.” A hint of determination shone in his eyes, as if telling himself that no matter how difficult it was, he had to find a solution. At the same time, he also needed a relatively quiet environment to think about strategies for dealing with the current crisis.

"Boss, are we going to blow up the ship?" Noven asked excitedly, looking like a destructive maniac with boundless fanaticism. His eyes gleamed with excitement, as if he could already see the spectacular scene of flames shooting into the sky and the ship exploding. In his view, blowing up the ship seemed to be the most direct and satisfying way to solve their current predicament.

Colonel Ke Chuan glanced at Noven speechlessly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and disdain. He felt that Noven's idea was far too simplistic and crude, completely failing to consider the current complex situation and the series of consequences it might trigger. The current situation was far more complex than simply blowing up the ship; a slight misstep could lead to an even greater crisis. So, without even bothering to speak, he walked straight out, intending to find a quiet place to carefully consider his next move.

“There are many other ways; we don’t have to blow up the ship,” Sergei said jokingly from the side. He looked at Noven, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery and disdain. He knew that there were many ways to solve a problem, and blowing up the ship was the most extreme one, and it might bring even more trouble. In this complex situation, a calmer and more rational approach was needed to find a more appropriate solution.

"You've changed your ways?" Noven asked in surprise. He really hadn't expected Sergei, who was always quite direct and even a bit reckless, to say something like that. In his memory, Sergei, like him, often preferred to solve problems in a simple and direct way, so this change surprised him greatly.

“Of course, hehe.” Sergei chuckled mischievously, a smile that seemed to conceal some unseen thoughts, making him difficult to decipher. He didn't immediately explain his ideas to Noven, but deliberately kept him in suspense, preparing to reveal the answer at the appropriate time.

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Meanwhile, aboard a luxurious private jet soaring high in the sky, Ariana reclined leisurely in her soft leather airline seat. She wore a finely crafted, ornate dress, which, like her armor, accentuated her status and position. Her posture was elegant and confident, exuding the air of a powerful woman, her every gesture radiating the unique authority and domineering presence of someone in a position of power. Just then, her cell phone, lying beside her, suddenly rang sharply, shattering the tranquility of the aircraft.

She frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, before gracefully reaching for her phone. The moment the call connected, a voice filled with obvious annoyance and disdain came through: "I'll give you one more chance. Stop now." It was easy to tell from the voice that the caller was none other than Colonel Ke Chuan, who had gone out to make the call. At this moment, Colonel Ke Chuan, despite being filled with anger and helplessness, was still trying to make a final effort, hoping to avoid a brutal war through communication, since war would only bring more pain and loss.

"You've ruined our family like this, do you think I'll stop?" Ariana retorted fearlessly. Her voice was cold and resolute, as if it came from an ice cellar, each word carrying the sharp edge of ice, revealing an unwavering determination. The immense tragedy that had befallen her family filled her heart with a burning hatred, a flame that burned fiercely within her, driving her to resolutely oppose Colonel Kochuan's side.

“We did nothing wrong, Ariana. We don’t even remember your husband. Losing your husband is a huge deal for you, something you’ll never be able to let go of for the rest of your lives. But for us, losing someone on a mission is commonplace, just another day in the day,” Colonel Ke Chuan advised. He tried to reason with Ariana, hoping she would understand that this was just a normal part of missions and that she could let go of her hatred and view the situation more rationally. However, he also knew that such words might be ineffective on Ariana, who was deeply consumed by hatred.

"How interesting. Seeing your sergeant get shot, I feel the same way. It's just one dead man, Colonel," Ariana sneered. She deliberately brought up the incident of Stonbridge being shot, trying to provoke Colonel Kelvin and make him understand that she would not easily let any enemy go, that she was extremely vengeful, and that she would not easily give up.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. If you want to fight to the death, I'll grant your wish. We'll take your moves one by one, and destroy you step by step." For Colonel Ke Chuan, the fact that Stonbridge was seriously injured was a sore spot. His voice was filled with anger and determination, as if announcing to Ariana that a brutal war was about to break out. He no longer harbored any illusions of reconciliation and decided to deal with Ariana's provocation with a tough stance. After speaking, he hung up the phone without hesitation, as if at that moment, he had made up his mind to engage in a life-or-death struggle with Ariana.

Thus, the final battle between the two sides is imminent, like an arrow on a bowstring, and is about to erupt. Who will emerge victorious in this fierce confrontation, and who will ultimately prevail? The answer will soon be revealed. This battle will be a turning point in their destinies, determining the life and death and future of countless people. The entire situation is like the calm before a storm; seemingly peaceful, but in reality, undercurrents are surging, and a breathtaking life-or-death duel is about to unfold. (End of Chapter)