The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 1979 The Confusing Kamari

After severely punishing Scott with an electric baton, Cardo said viciously: "I know you are from the British Intelligence Agency. What are you doing in Colombia?"

"Look, man, you've got it all wrong. We're not all from England, and I'm smart enough not to be fooled, otherwise I wouldn't be fooled. So, you're just a fool if you think you can be Sherlock Holmes."

Scott dared to talk so much nonsense after being caught, and Cardo was so angry that he inserted the electric baton again.

"Ah~~"

Scott screamed again from the electric shock.

It’s worthy of being a thing used to power electric cows. Teacher Li is really awesome.

"You're a drug dealer, don't you know why we're looking for you? Even if you can't count with your fingers, you should at least have a brain, idiot."

Scott screamed in agony from the electric shock, but his mouth remained as hard as a dead duck.

"It seems that the force is not enough, use this gear."

Lawu, who was lying nearby, couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he picked up the switch and turned the electric baton to the highest setting.

The machines all made a terrible buzzing noise.

"Why? Why did you do that? I didn't use this thing to shock you." Scott said angrily.

"Because it makes me feel good." Rawu said proudly.

"It seems that there is something between you and my brother that makes him very unhappy, hehe." Cardo smiled with his big white teeth and poked Scott again.

Smoke appeared again, and screams were heard again.

"Why did you kill Viktor Urlov? Why did you kill him?" Cardo demanded.

"Who? Who is Victor?"

Scott really didn't know this person, so he was beaten with an electric baton again.

"Akady Urlov's son, my guest, why did you kill him?" Cardo roared.

"Who the hell knows him?"

Scott grimaced in pain and cursed, only to suffer another three seconds of soreness in return.

If an ordinary person was shocked like this again and again, he would have passed out long ago. However, Scott was really a tough guy. Even though he screamed in pain, he did not pass out.

In fact, Scott really didn't know him.

So many people were killed in the fight, who knows which one was named Victor? In order to escape, no one cared about who was who.

Cocardo couldn't explain to Arcati, and he was beaten with electric batons again and again.

Scott's screams continued.

Until a few minutes passed.

Kamari, who had acting skills beyond the level of an Oscar winner and had successfully deceived Scat and Long Zhan, walked over slowly in a spotless white shirt.

He really has the aura of a big boss!

“Did he confess?” Kamari asked.

"No, nothing was said. It wasn't as fun as we thought it would be."

Cardo put down the electric baton in boredom and suggested with a fierce look on his face: "Why not cut off their hands? I believe they will tell."

"Do not."

Kamari shook his head slowly, walked to the equipment table next to him, picked up a pair of needle-nosed pliers and said coldly: "I have a way to pry open their mouths, use this."

Scott didn't know what Kamari was going to do, and his brows furrowed when he saw the needle-nosed pliers.

In this high-pressure atmosphere, Kamari slowly walked behind Scott and stretched out the pliers to his hand, thinking that he was going to cut off his fingers.

The result was the large strap tied around the wrist, which was as wide as a finger.

"No, no, no, you can't let go. They hurt my brother and killed Victor. I can't explain to Arcadi if I don't kill them." Cardo quickly dissuaded.

"It is I who should answer to Arcati, not you."

Kamari dropped the pliers and picked up the pistol, stared into Kado's eyes and said, "If you are more afraid of him than Zhu Hairui, you are wrong."

"This is my homeland, Kamari. If I am wrong, it is all my own fault." Cardo walked over with a machete in his hand and pretended to chop Scott.

"You're right."

Kamari welcomed him down and shot with his gun raised.

"Crack~"

A bullet hit Rawu in the chest, and Rawu fell down with a scream.

"Whose fucking side are you on?"

Scott couldn't understand Kamari's actions and didn't know why he shot and killed Rawu, but he knew who the biggest threat was now.

So while shouting, because the bandages were untied and he could move, he rushed towards Cardo who was holding a knife.

Scott's target was very clear, which was the machete in Cardo's hand. He successfully completed the goal and knocked Cardo's knife away.

But he had been tortured for too long and his physical strength was too exhausted.

In addition, Cardo is tall and strong, and is a good fighter.

Less than two rounds after Scott knocked the knife away, Cardo knocked him to the ground, controlled him by sitting on his stomach with Navel Orange, and punched Scott like raindrops.

Kamari was not available to help Scott.

Because with the gunshots just now, mercenaries and drug dealers swarmed in from nearby, and Kamari needed to deal with them to buy time for Scott.

Scott didn't have the strength to flip Cardo over, so he was pinned to the ground and beaten.

If there is no external intervention.

Kamari has no time to deal with his men. Scott will be beaten into a pig's head by Cardo and dragged over by a large number of his men. Both Scott and Kamari will be dead.

Fortunately, not only did Cardo have support, Scott also had strong backup.

Long Zhan, who had been following the location, had already found the abandoned factory and was hiding nearby, looking for an opportunity to rescue Scott.

Kamari suddenly shot at his own people, which confused Long Zhan and made him unable to understand.

But he knew what to do.

Scott was no match for Cardo, so Long Zhan immediately ran out from his hiding place and aimed a gun at the back of his head from behind.

He even called him out specifically: "Hey, bastard, you should go home and drink your milk."

Cardo instinctively turned his head and saw the black muzzle of the gun. Before he could say a word, Long Zhan pulled the trigger.

"Bang~"

It hit him right in the heart, killing him instantly.

"If you had come one minute later, I would have definitely killed him." Scott got up from the ground and said stubbornly to save his face.

"You're welcome."

Long Zhan raised the corner of his mouth and said to himself, just think of it as Scott thanking him.

"Hurry up and leave quickly." Kamari turned around and urged.

"What? You still want to stay here?" Scott asked in surprise.

"You are indeed a good agent."

Kamari's experience was full of twists and turns, which really made Long Zhan look at him with a higher opinion.

There are not many people who can deceive Long Zhan.

"My identity has not been exposed yet, all the witnesses are now dead, and my mission is not yet completed." Kamari explained seriously.

"But you have to come back with us and explain why no one in the CIA has heard of you." Long Zhan said as he raised his gun and pointed it at Kamari's head. "This is a great idea." Scott agreed.

Being fooled is always unpleasant, even if the story is true, Kamari is a spy agent and he must get to the bottom of it.

When Kamari challenges Long Zhan and Scott alone, his winning rate is basically negative, so he can only choose to cooperate.

"Goodbye, Fatty."

While Long Zhan was tying up Kamari with straps, Scott shot Rawu, who was not yet dead, to make sure he was completely soaked and nothing unexpected happened.

Half an hour later.

Kamari was taken to the headquarters and interrogated personally by the major in charge.

"In 2010, a U.S. military base in Doha was attacked by nerve gas, killing soldiers. Zhu Hairui claimed responsibility for it. You knew about it in advance, but you stood by and watched."

The major held Kamari's personnel file in his hand, while Kamari sat on a small stool with his hands tied behind his back.

"Aren't you curious why only fourteen people died?" Kamari's words implied something, meaning that he had already helped.

If he hadn't helped secretly, there would have been more than fourteen deaths.

"Then can you tell me why the CIA doesn't have your file?" asked the major.

"What's your classification level?" Kamari said.

"High enough," the major said confidently.

"You can't find my information. Obviously, your level is not high enough." Kamari taunted.

"Yeah??"

The major was not a good-tempered person. He was upset by the ridicule and attacked on the spot, punching Kamari on the right cheek.

Kamari and his chair were knocked to the ground.

Just when the major was about to continue beating Kamari until he was willing to talk.

"Click~"

The door was pushed open and two men walked in.

"Major Dalton, stop." said the man in a suit walking in front.

"Where did you come from?" Major Dalton asked unhappily.

"I'm August Van Berg, deputy director of the CIA's Counter-Terrorism Center. The man you beat up is an undercover agent of the CIA. He's a hero." The man in the suit, August, roared.

The man in the shirt walking behind him squatted down and untied Kamani's straps.

"Then why doesn't the CIA have his file? I have the right to investigate any file." Major Dalton did not ask directly.

"Don't you know that the CIA has no records of all deniable covert operations?" August explained loudly.

"What kind of drama is this?" Major Dalton laughed.

"I don't need to explain our actions to you, Major," August said arrogantly.

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" Major Dalton yelled back.

"Now I have to send him back and I can't let his identity be exposed. That's what I'm going to do." August said.

"He can't leave yet." Colonel Dalton insisted.

"I have to go back. If Zhu Hairui finds out that you have caught me, he will definitely run away and disappear from the face of the earth. Don't even think about finding him within three years." Kamari argued.

"Quiet."

August waved his hand, stared at Major Dalton sternly and said, "You have to understand that I am not negotiating with you now. I am here to tell you what to do next. You have no right to refuse."

Major Dalton was speechless, but the man in the shirt who came in with him took out his cell phone, walked up to August and said, "I'll show you something good."

August looked at the phone screen and found that Kamari was involved in the murder.

"Oh my god, Leo." August frowned.

The man in the shirt put away his phone, crossed his arms and said, "The undercover is mine, and we have to share the intelligence, or I'll hand over the video and get him sentenced to twenty-five years in prison for life."

The man in the shirt is the person in charge of this base, and he chose to support his own man, Major Dalton.

"That's not evidence," August said.

"Then we can give it a try." The man in the shirt smiled, just as imposing as before.

"You will destroy our more than ten years of hard work." August whispered angrily.

"I don't want to destroy anything, I just want to make use of it, even as a trade," the man in the shirt replied.

"Do you think I'm a gigolo? I'll have my boss inform Whitehall that you and your idiot men will be sent to the Falkland Islands to stand guard." August threatened by showing his background.

"You're not bad, at least you know we'll be with penguins." Scott complained in a low voice.

"We can't trust him." Major Dalton said seriously.

"It seems you have to obey orders, Major." The man in the shirt had no choice. He couldn't withstand the pressure from Whitehall.

"OK!"

Kamari stood up for himself and said seriously: “I know you all don’t trust me, which is not surprising, but if you decide to trust me, then you must understand.

I can't make any guarantees to you. Zhu Hairui has a mission and firm belief. He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

You, me, and everyone else must be prepared for the same thing."

……

Lebanon.

Beirut.

Kamari was released from the headquarters and sent to this place under the arrangement of the CIA to meet Emir, an old friend in the drug traffickers' supply chain.

"Nice to meet you, Emir. I heard that it will happen soon. Zhu Hairui is about to..."

"This kind of thing cannot be said openly."

Emir interrupted Kamari with a very serious expression.

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited, so..."

Kamari fooled the subject well and changed the subject, asking, "Any new news?"

He was wearing a listening device, which transmitted all his conversations to Dalton.

"The Scotsman must be paid..."

Emile was about to say something, but Kamari seemed to not want Dalton to hear it, so he immediately made a hint with his left hand.

Emile stopped talking midway, went to the window and looked down carefully.

I found a van parked downstairs with all its windows blocked up. It looked a bit weird no matter how you looked at it.

"traitor!"

Emile growled angrily and ran out quickly with his clothes.

As soon as Emir left, Kamari got up and ran away, reminding them: "You have been exposed, leave that place quickly."

"Fake."

Martinez, who was driving, cursed, started the car and rushed out immediately.

"Group B, Emil must be captured alive." Dalton ordered Long Zhan and Scott.

At this time, Long Zhan and Scott were walking on the street, downstairs where Kamari and Emil were talking.