The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 1981 Leatherby Appears

In this elegant atmosphere, a middle-aged man with white hair came out and took out a document wrapped in brown paper from his arms.

He handed it to Arcati and said, "My informants said they are from the British military."

Akati opened the manila envelope and found some information and two photos inside. The people in the photos were Long Zhan and Scott.

Seeing the enemy who killed his son, Akati was so angry that his hands began to tremble.

His face was very calm.

He calmly put the photo back into the envelope and ordered in a calm tone: "Go, do what you need to do. I want to hear good news as soon as possible."

The white-haired middle-aged man didn't say anything, but took out a plane ticket from his pocket.

It said the destination was Beirut, the flight number was OA0547, and the departure time and date was tomorrow morning at nine o'clock.

……

Beirut.

After a dangerous life-and-death escape, Long Zhan and Scott finally returned to the secret base in Martinez's van.

As soon as the car stopped, Scott got out angrily and rushed straight to the basement via the stairs.

While running, he shouted: "Where the hell is Dalton?"

The reason why Scott was so angry with Dalton was that in order to obtain intelligence, Dalton ignored the safety of his and Long Zhan's lives and insisted on not letting them retreat.

How could Scott not be angry when he found out that the lives of those who went out on a mission were not taken seriously?

"No, no, no, now is not the time."

Intelligence officer Julia immediately ran over and tried to stop the angry Scott.

"You saw what happened. He almost got us killed. Shouldn't she give an explanation?" Scott demanded.

"You're right, I'm on your side, but she's dealing with the most important things right now," Julia said.

"We have dug up information about Zhu Hairui. Let's solve this matter first." Long Zhan persuaded.

"What if he's lying?" Scott said.

"He didn't lie, I believe."

There is an old Chinese saying that goes, "When a dying man is about to speak, his words are even better." Long Zhan still believed that Emile, who was bound to die, would not deceive them with false news.

"He didn't say anything in the end." Scott said angrily.

Dalton was on the phone in the office, and he was calling Whitehall in London.

"I had no choice," Dalton said.

"In broad daylight, engaging in a gunfight in the streets, if the Steamers are keeping an eye on you, how can you proceed with the next operation? Please tell me that your mess has at least some results." Whitehall replied.

"The Emir has betrayed Zhu Hairui, and he will come here from Syria," Dalton said.

"If Zhu Hairui starts to act, no matter what he is planning, it will be put into practice soon. Do you have any clues about him now?" asked Whitehall.

"James Leatherby will take him across the border, and we need to know when and where," Dalton said.

"Assuming your intelligence is accurate, what are your plans for next?" asked Whitehall.

"Kamari should have paid him," Dalton said.

"Let him give it to you," said Whitehall.

"You know I don't trust Kamari," Major Dalton said seriously.

"Rachel, listen carefully. Kamari is our best breakthrough point. Let him pay and see what intelligence he can bring us. The casualties are already heavy enough. Don't force me to go back to Beirut." Whitehall said and hung up the phone.

Dalton was stimulated by the words "heavy casualties". The various intelligence personnel who had died appeared in her mind, making her brain ache.

She had to quickly pick up the one on the table and pour the bottle into her mouth.

After taking medicine and recovering for a long time, Dalton finally recovered.

Kamari was contacted through secret means, and the two sides agreed to meet on the top floor of an abandoned building.

"What happened today was... a mess. I told you I could handle it. Your people shouldn't have been there at all. Emile is my contact for operations. If you don't let me do things my way, then please..."

"Zhu Hairui will come here from Syria?"

Kamali started accusing as soon as he arrived, but Dalton didn't want to listen and interrupted him impatiently.

"This is impossible, are you sure?" Kamari said in shock.

"Leatherby is in charge of the transportation. I need to know the specific time and place of entry." Dalton was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and his aura was very strong.

"I'm just in charge of the money," said Kamari.

"Then please do what you should do, pay Leatherby, find out what I want to know, and tell me the time and place in detail." Dalton said unhappily.

“Once I started asking questions…”

"Just do as I say."

Dalton ordered in a commanding tone, cutting off Kamari's excuses for refusal.

"I'll meet him at his casino, the Postwar Casino, tomorrow morning at three in the morning, and I'll pay him in cut diamonds, that's all."

Kamari was unhappy with Dalton's order, but he had no way to refuse, so he turned and left.

"You must bring a bug." Dalton made another request.

"And then expose my identity?" Kamari said with a dark face, very dissatisfied.

"I don't care about any orders from my superiors or any bullshit from the CIA. If you dare to lie to us, I will castrate you. You must not let my men get hurt again. This is my warning to you." Dalton said coldly.

"Are you crazy? Dalton, if you ask me, it will be you, not me, who will cause casualties among your men." Kamari retorted in person and turned away.

Dalton didn't say anything, he just took a big puff of the cigarette, but his hand holding the cigarette was shaking constantly.

From these symptoms, it can be seen that Dalton's condition is indeed abnormal.

Inside the headquarters.

Long Zhan, Scott, Martinez and Julia are gathering information about Zhu Hairui and then analyzing it based on the existing information.

"He is a former member of the Special Air Service Regiment. He has been engaged in arms and drug smuggling in Beirut to make illegal money since the late 1990s," said Julia.

"We all know all this. Before the Gulf War, his record was clean," said Long Zhan.

"Really? Me too." Scott joked.

"Now I just want to know what happened and what he did to make him become what he is now." Long Zhan said.

"Come on, Gibran, young people always change, some for better, some for worse." Scott raised an eyebrow.

"During the first Gulf War, he fought deep behind enemy lines in Iraq and was arrested and tortured by Republican Guard officers. He suffered inhuman torture, which is probably one of the reasons," said Julia.

Just as Long Zhan and the other two were discussing, Dalton, who was meeting Kamari, came back.

She told Long Zhan and Scott about the agreement between her and Kamari, and quickly assigned them tasks to ensure that they could get the desired intelligence this time. The next step was to plan the action plan, and each step had to be discussed in detail.

One o'clock in the evening.

Group B, which was carrying out the mission, set out for the casino and successfully entered the casino at around two o'clock, and took their positions according to the action plan.

"Headquarters, we are in position. No target has been found yet. I repeat, no target has been found." Long Zhan reported via the radio.

Long Zhan was sitting at the bar drinking, while Scott and Julia were placing bets.

Not long after Long Zhan finished his report, a man with a mustache walked into the casino and walked towards Long Zhan very gentlemanly.

"We found Leatherby and he's approaching Gibran." Julia reported immediately.

"Drinking alone? Tough guy." The man with a small mustache walked over to Long Zhan and sat down, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

  The kind that only Chongqing men can understand!

With Long Zhan's well-trained keen insight, he had already noticed the mustache-faced Leatherby walking in, but he was just pretending not to know.

Leatherby took the initiative to come forward and say hello. Although Long Zhan was a little surprised, he did not show any abnormality.

Just like an ordinary casino drinker, he took a sip of wine and said casually: "I'm tired of gambling, let me have a drink and relax."

“My wise friend, a man may be able to escape from many things, but he can never escape from himself,” Leatherby said profoundly.

"We both have the same idea, haha." Long Zhan smiled calmly.

"I see that you have served in the military like me. Excellent soldiers are all in tune with each other, but some understand while others are confused. You can't escape what is destined."

Leatherby said something strange, then picked up the two glasses of wine on the table, handed one to Long Zhan and said, "Meeting is fate, cheers."

Long Zhan was not polite. He took the wine, clinked glasses with it, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Bring some more wine."

Leatherby snapped his fingers at the bartender, then took out a business card and handed it to Long Zhan, saying, "If you want to find something to do, give me a call. You can contact me anytime."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Long Zhan, patted his shoulder and squeezed it gently.

This action between men is not proper.

Long Zhan seemed to understand.

"Thank you. I'll consider it when I have time." Long Zhan smiled and neither refused nor agreed.

Leatherby didn't say anything else. He just gave me a meaningful smile and left without any hesitation.

Scott caught through the fishing gate and watched Leatherby enter the private room.

At this time.

A hot blonde girl suddenly walked up to Scott and said with a smile on her face, "Handsome, can you buy me a drink?"

"I'd love to, but not right now."

Scott has no ability to say no to women. If he were in any other situation, he would definitely take action immediately and get them to bed within two hours.

But now I have a mission to complete and the target has appeared, so I really can't pick up girls.

  I can only refuse with great reluctance!

"Call me."

The blonde woman was not happy either, and seemed to have been attracted by Scott's charm. She took out a small note and put it in Scott's trouser pocket.

She left him a very provocative look, then walked away coquettishly, shaking her hips.

"Kamari is here."

There were people arranged to monitor outside the casino, and the footage was transmitted to the headquarters as soon as Kamari appeared. Dalton notified them via radio immediately.

Kamari walked into the casino and saw Long Zhan, but pretended to be a stranger and walked straight into the door that Leatherby entered.

This was obviously not his first time here and he was already familiar with the rules here.

As soon as he entered the room, he took out his pistol and handed it to the young man who was walking towards him. Then he walked straight in and came in front of Leatherby.

The design of this house is very unique.

The width is only about five meters, but the depth is more than fifteen meters.

The most special thing is that there is an ice storage inside, and the outside of the ice storage is designed as a kitchen, with all kinds of pots, pans, and equipment.

Kamari was frying fish fillets in a frying pan on the stove.

Looking up at Kamari who came in, Leatherby continued to fry the fish and said, "The first person I killed in my life was an Argentinian soldier. I killed him with a knife. It was so damn cold that the blade was frozen. Imagine.

Seventeen years later, I was lying in bed, turned over, and that bastard was still there, lying next to me, smiling at me, he was still smiling at me.

The nightmares are always about the soldiers, who are sent to do the dirtiest jobs. Have you ever had blood on your hands?"

Leatherby looked up at Kamari. Kamari didn't know what Leatherby meant by talking so much.

If you don’t know, then don’t say anything. Although silence is not the best answer, it is definitely the best emergency response.

Seeing that Kamari didn't say anything, Leatherby said, "I heard that many people died in Colombia. Leo, did you kill anyone?"

Kamari still didn't say anything. Not replying at this time was the best response.

"Hahaha."

Leatherby suddenly laughed nervously, poured all the fried fish into the soup bucket, picked up a towel and wiped his hands while saying, "Did you bring the food?"

Kamari remained silent and took out a small cloth bag from his pocket and handed it over.

Leatherby took it, opened the rope buckle on it, and asked him to pour it over on the chopping board next to the stove, and many "small rock sugar particles" fell out.

Diamonds that have not been cut and polished are like small pieces of rock candy.

"That's not enough," said Leatherby.

"The other half will be given after it is delivered. That's the rule."

Kamari also had a blank expression on his face and asked, "I want to know when he will come and where he will come from."

"Why do you want to know this?"

Leatherby's face turned cold, his eyes fixed on Kamari.

The atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

"Oh my God, don't ask so many questions." Scott, who heard it outside, was nervous for Kamari.

Kamari was carrying a monitoring device. If he aroused Leatherby's suspicion, all he needed to do was search him and everything would be exposed.

Fortunately, Kamari is no longer a rookie, but a veteran who has lurked in the drug trafficking group and become the boss.

He said calmly without blushing or beating his heart: "Because I need to make some arrangements for the reception, this is my job, I suggest you tell me.

No offense, James, you're just a delivery boy clinging to old memories, just tell me the information I need.

Otherwise, I think you should stop working for Zhu Hairui. You should know that I can do it."