The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 1909 I don’t want to kill you

In the car, Dalton continued to ask Evans: "You are obviously not a retired teacher. Tell me, why did those people want to kill you?"

"You can't help my family. You didn't take them away. You might as well let me go." Evans said stubbornly.

Just as they relaxed for a minute, Stonebridge reported to the headquarters: "Headquarters, we have now left the airport. Is the safe house ready?"

"Yes, but we can't detain him for too long because the South Africans have intervened in the firefight. They want to take him back for questioning," Sinclair told them.

But Dalton said reluctantly: "I have the final say on when to let him go."

"After our in-depth investigation, it turned out that Evans was born in South Africa and applied for British citizenship 20 years ago. But one strange thing is that we can't find any records of him in Johannesburg. There are no medical examination records or employment records. It's as if he doesn't exist without security."

Sinclair reported to Dalton.

Long Zhan was driving the car and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Michael!" Long Zhan shouted to Stonebridge.

"I see. There are enemy troops attacking from the six o'clock direction." Stonebridge's reaction was surprisingly quick. When he heard Long Zhan calling him, he immediately saw from the rearview mirror that there was a motorcycle following their car.

"Get down, let him lie down." Long Zhan said to Dalton.

Dalton pinned Evans down.

Stonebridge held his gun ready to shoot the man on the motorcycle.

The one on the motorcycle did not shoot directly, but instead tried to stick the magnetic bomb to Long Zhan's car.

Long Zhan had experienced this magnetic bomb last time, and it looked very familiar to him.

So he made a big turn and accelerated so that the opponent couldn't get close to him.

"Mr. Evans, Matlock doesn't want to kill you. Who is this person?" Long Zhan asked him.

Then Long Zhan made the car drift.

It accelerated directly, overtaking the cars in front, then drove across them into a small road.

After driving in, he immediately stopped sideways in the middle of the road to allow Stonebridge to shoot the other party.

Stonebridge leaped over with his gun and hit the opponent's helmet.

The other party fell directly to the ground.

Only then did he successfully shake off their pursuit.

Dalton returned to headquarters.

The local minister in charge of Cape Town Airport contacted Branch No. 20.

Very unhappy with their behavior.

  Rim explained to him:

"Mr Dreyer, we fully understand the minister's concerns, but our detention of Evans is entirely legal."

"As a British citizen, he specifically sought asylum from us," Sinclair also explained.

"We cannot tolerate your shootings in our airports and on our highways. An immigration officer was killed because of you." Minister Dreyer reprimanded the executives of Branch 20 unhappily.

But Dalton would not accept their blame, she continued to explain:

"We deeply regret this, but Mr Evans is aware that we are investigating important intelligence in this case."

"The kidnapping of his family should be investigated by the police, and what does the missing nuclear components you are investigating have to do with Mr. Evans?" Dreyer asked them again.

"We can't draw a conclusion yet," Dalton said truthfully.

"This is one of the conditions for you to stay here. All progress of the investigation must be reported to me personally. Accept my conditions and release Mr. Evans immediately, otherwise you will have to wait for the court's decision."

Minister Dreyer saw that he could not persuade them to retreat, so he had to use power to suppress them.

"He is just a puppet. Who is the mastermind behind this?" Dalton asked Sinclair after he left. The old man who had previously made a deal with Matlock was at home with his daughter, each busy thinking about their own things.

At this time his daughter expressed her point of view to him.

"If you want something, you will always find a way, but if you don't want it, you will always find an excuse. We are tired of hearing the excuses that politicians and big businessmen come up with to justify their inability to solve problems such as poverty, disease, livelihoods, etc. We say 'enough.' Because there is always a way to solve the problem. What do you think?"

She asked her father expectantly.

  Her father was stunned for a moment. Maybe he didn't listen carefully because he was also thinking about the problem. But in order not to spoil his daughter's fun, he casually said:

"great."

Her daughter was not happy with her father's response.

Because she knew her father didn't mean it.

Her father noticed that his daughter was unhappy.

So he pretended to be very excited and said again: "That's wonderful, that's great."

Seeing her father's positive response, the daughter smiled and said, "This is the theme of our meeting in Kampala. 'Find solutions, not excuses.' If our opponents dare to stand in our way, we can also use this opportunity to deal them a fatal blow."

"Well, you should have asked us to send at least one person to the conference at the foundation headquarters in Johannesburg," said my father.

"Then you go. I can't leave here." said the daughter.

"I have to oversee the weapons scrapping project! I started in Rwanda, and he has more influence. Don't worry, Dad. Even if I do a good job, my reputation can't match yours."

The daughter acted coquettishly to her father.

Another elderly person was in a pediatric hospital, looking up information on a computer.

He seemed to know that someone was coming for him.

Or maybe they had already been contacted in advance.

He deliberately sent the children away, saying he was playing hide-and-seek with them, and he would count down to find them.

So the children really ran into the room.

"1.2.3"

Then he was looking up some information about nuclear elements on the computer.

Soon, he saw a girl in a white T-shirt and a hat coming in at the door with a express delivery.

The girl called out to him, "John Devers. Your delivery."

Devers was surprised to see her and asked, "What's going on? How did you get in? The express delivery is signed for directly by the security guard."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman fired two shots, killing Devers.

Finally he was shot in the forehead.

This woman is the one who pretended to be a flight attendant at the airport.

He was a very accurate shooter. After killing the person, he left.

In fact, the security guard had been beaten to death by her a long time ago.

This case immediately attracted the attention of Branch 20.

They began to investigate.

"His name is John Devers. He was a pediatrician in Stellenbosch and was murdered this morning," Rim reported to everyone.

"Like Evans, there are no records for Devers going back 20 years," Sinclair said.

"This is what he was watching before he was killed." Dalton pulled up the information that Devers was watching on the computer before his death.