The film starts with the Navy SEALs

In Duras, Albania, a port city brimming with exotic charm yet rife with undercurrents, a suffocating atmosphere permeated Team B's temporary quarters. The room's lights flickered dimly, as if they might be extinguished at any moment by the oppressive atmosphere. The team, like a tightly packed battle group, huddled around Chetri, all eyes fixed intently on the dimly lit computer screen before him, as if it held the key to unlocking their current predicament.

Chetri stared intently at the screen, his eyes unblinking, his expression as focused as if he were performing a life-or-death surgery. He spoke slowly, his voice, though not loud, resonated like a booming bell in the silent room: "The Luna Elvira is a medium-sized cargo ship. Those cunning smugglers are adept at secretly smuggling weapons and drugs into legitimate cargo. This time, this dangerous shipment is labeled as agricultural machinery, an attempt to cover their tracks." Every word he spoke was clear and steady, yet carried a tremendous force, striking the already taut nerves of everyone present, making them even more acutely aware of the difficulty and complexity of this mission.

"How should we proceed, boss?" Noven asked anxiously, his eyes filled with both worry and anticipation, as if Colonel Ke Chuan was the only guiding light in this dark and boundless situation. His slightly forward-leaning posture revealed his eagerness to take action.

Colonel Ke Chuan frowned slightly, a serious look flashing in his deep eyes. He remained silent for a moment, as if weighing every possible course of action, before speaking earnestly and solemnly: "The crew on board is most likely composed of experienced and well-trained core crew members. These men are meticulously trained by the gangsters; they possess not only superb seamanship skills but also the ruthlessness and resilience to survive in harsh environments. They are no ordinary people, and we cannot afford to be careless. A single misstep could lead to utter ruin." His gaze was firm and sharp, as if it could pierce through the walls before him, seeing through the hidden dangers lurking on the cargo ship shrouded in the night. Every potential threat was clearly visualized in his mind.

"Furthermore, this shipment is worth millions. Faced with such a huge profit, those greedy guys will surely deploy a large number of elite personnel for tight security. They will guard it like their most precious treasure, not letting any possible threat slip by," Sergei added, his tone revealing deep worry. He knew that this operation would be a difficult and brutal battle, and the enemy would not surrender easily.

"We can start by tracking the speedboat," Long Zhan said, his gaze deep and unwavering, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky. His voice was steady and powerful, as if he had meticulously drawn up a plan in his mind to break through the predicament, with every detail carefully considered and refined.

"Instead of pursuing them by sea, let's attack from the air. Do we have helicopters over there?" Noven suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his eyes instantly sparkling with excitement, like a ray of dawn appearing in the darkness. His idea was like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, bringing new hope and a new direction to everyone.

“A helicopter would be perfect,” Sergei immediately agreed, nodding vigorously, his eyes revealing his strong approval and anticipation for the suggestion. He knew that the helicopter’s mobility and unpredictability would be a powerful asset to the operation.

“Fly at night, using the cover of darkness to silently descend from the air and land here. This location is a blind spot on the bridge. We'll first quietly clear out the guards on the deck, and then try to find the weapons they took.” Long Zhan spoke, pointing to the target locations on the image, analyzing them one by one. His voice was calm and confident, as if everything was under his control. Each step was like the gears of a precision clock, interlocking and indispensable. He described the details of the operation in detail, from the flight route to the landing site, from the method of clearing out the guards to the strategy for finding the weapons, considering everything meticulously.

"The problem is, what do we do with it once we find it?" Colonel Ke Chuan posed the crucial question, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces, trying to find a perfect solution from their expressions. This question was like a Damocles' sword hanging over everyone's heads, determining the success or failure of the entire operation and its aftermath.

"I told you, just blow up the ship, that's the simplest and quickest way," Noven said loudly, his face full of determination. In his view, this was perhaps the most direct and effective means to quickly resolve the current crisis and prevent this batch of dangerous weapons from falling into the hands of terrorists and causing an even greater disaster.

“Planting explosives in the engine room could detonate the entire ship. A violent explosion would not only destroy the cargo but also cause severe damage to the surrounding waters and even endanger innocent lives. The consequences would be unimaginable,” Chetri said worriedly, his brow furrowed, his eyes revealing deep concern about the potential risks of this method. He knew that while carrying out a mission, it was essential to weigh various factors to ensure the safety and controllability of the operation.

"He intends to supply weapons to terrorist organizations in Europe, and the Munich attacks have fully demonstrated how ruthless and cruel Zaev is. We must not give him the opportunity to carry out larger-scale terrorist attacks; we must take decisive action. Even if it involves some risk, we must prevent these weapons from falling into the hands of terrorists." After a moment's thought, Colonel Ke Chuan finally agreed with Noven's statement, a resolute look in his eyes. He knew that in this battle against terrorists, there was no room for hesitation; he had to act decisively and defend peace and security with the utmost resolve.

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Hours later, night fell like a vast, thick black ribbon, completely enveloping the sea. The darkness was profound, seemingly capable of swallowing everything. Using this inky blackness as natural cover, the helicopter carrying Long Zhan and his group moved silently towards the Luna Evila, like a giant, silent black bat. The helicopter's rotors emitted a low, rhythmic hum in the night air, like the Grim Reaper gently wielding his scythe in the darkness, or a silent battle hymn foreshadowing the impending tense battle. Finally, the helicopter landed steadily at the designated location on the Luna Evila. In that instant, even the air seemed to freeze, and time itself stood still for the battle about to erupt.

The Luna Evira was slowly moving towards its destination along its predetermined course. On this sea dominated by darkness, it was like a floating island, carrying danger and conspiracy. As everyone expected, the ship was firmly under the control of a group of ruthless gangsters. These gangsters were like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, ready to strike a fatal blow against any threat. In this silent darkness, a thrilling battle was about to unfold, every subtle movement potentially igniting a bloody conflict. "There seems to be movement." A gangster with long hair, his ears extremely sharp, caught a faint, strange sound in the eerily quiet night. Instantly, alertness surged through his body like an electric current, taut every nerve. A hint of wariness and suspicion flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively gripped his weapon, the cold metallic touch offering a slight sense of reassurance. He leaned slightly forward, cautiously walking towards the container, each step taken with extreme care, as if testing the waters against unknown dangers. His eyes scanned his surroundings warily, not missing a single sound, trying to pinpoint the source of any noise and see if something was wrong. In this darkness, any anomaly could mean a deadly threat.

However, he never expected that danger would descend so suddenly, like a ghost. Just as he reached the container area, a pair of powerful hands, like iron clamps, gripped his throat with lightning speed. He didn't even have time to scream before being dragged inside. Under the immense strength of those hands, his body was like a helpless chick, utterly powerless to resist. He could only struggle in vain, desperately trying to pry open the hands that were tightly gripping his throat, kicking wildly at the ground, attempting to break free from this sudden restraint. But it was all in vain; those hands were as hard as steel, firmly locking his throat, cutting off his breath. Then, a crisp, cruel "crack" resounded, like a thunderclap in the night sky; his neck was completely snapped, and the breath of life instantly vanished from his body. Afterwards, his body, like a discarded piece of tattered clothing, was carelessly tossed into the passageway, slowly cooling in the darkness, becoming the first victim of this brutal battle.

And so, relying on their excellent stealth abilities and superb combat skills, Long Zhan and his group moved like ghosts across the ship, without alerting anyone, and successfully reached the bridge. Inside the bridge, the lights were dim and flickering, as if they might go out at any moment, adding an eerie atmosphere to the entire space.

"Deck patrol, report the situation." Unbeknownst to those in the wheelhouse, a group of uninvited guests had already crept outside. The captain, radio in hand, anxiously inquired about the situation on deck, a hint of unease in his voice. On this unpredictable night, any anomaly could trigger panic.

"Chirp chirp chirp." Suddenly, a series of almost inaudible gunshots shattered the silence. The gunshots, like the whispers of ghosts in the night, carried deadly force. Bullets, like deadly meteors, instantly pierced the bodies of everyone else in the cockpit. They didn't even have time to react; their bodies, as if their souls had been ripped away, collapsed dead. Blood spread across the floor like blooming crimson flowers, and a pungent, chilling stench filled the air. Only the captain, still clutching the walkie-talkie, remained alive. His eyes were wide open, his face contorted with terror and disbelief, as if he were witnessing the end of the world.

"Hands up, don't move!" Noven charged in like a tiger, the dark muzzle of his gun firmly locked onto the captain's head. His eyes were filled with vigilance and decisiveness, like a cheetah eyeing its prey. If the captain made any sudden movement, he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger, sending a bullet flying and blowing his head off. The cold muzzle seemed to emanate the aura of death, filling the captain with unprecedented fear, as if death itself stood before him.

The captain was terrified by this sudden turn of events; his face turned ashen, and his body trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf turning in the wind. His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but fear choked his throat. In this state of extreme terror, he dared not make any movement. He could only obediently raise his hands, his eyes filled with fear and despair, like a lamb to the slaughter, at the mercy of fate.

Then, Long Zhan and the others rushed in and quickly and efficiently took control of the cockpit. Next, they divided the tasks and began to handle the following matters methodically.

Long Zhan and his men moved swiftly like well-trained hunting dogs, searching the surrounding area and meticulously checking for any potential dangers to ensure the safety of the entire region. Their eyes were sharp and keen, leaving no suspicious detail unchecked. Every corner, every shadow, was under their scrutiny. They advanced cautiously, each step filled with vigilance, ready to respond to any unforeseen circumstances.

Colonel Ke Chuan was in charge of interrogating the captain. His gaze was piercing, fixed intently on the captain, his eyes conveying an invisible pressure. He asked sternly, "Do you speak English?"

"YES." The captain's voice trembled slightly, a hint of fear in it. He glanced around furtively and saw that the intruders were all burly, imposing men, each looking menacing and clearly not to be trifled with. Under this overwhelming intimidation, he knew that resistance would only lead to worse consequences, so he chose to cooperate obediently.

"How many crew members are on board?" Colonel Ke Chuan continued, his voice steady and powerful, carrying an undeniable air of authority. His gaze was fixed on the captain, trying to glean more crucial information from his answer.

“Eight crew members and ten security guards in total, five of us and five of his men,” the captain answered honestly, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat that slowly slid down his cheeks. His voice carried a hint of helplessness and fear, as if he were confessing his predicament to Colonel Ke Chuan. (End of Chapter)