The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 1995 Russian Mafia

Scott, of course, understood the joke and responded humorously: "But, we have to do it one by one, not all at once, haha."

"That's right, haha." Mukhtar also laughed.

“You’re funny, Mukhtar.”

Scott gave a thumbs-up to express his praise, then tapped the roof of the car and said, "You've succeeded in impressing me. Can I take it for a test drive?"

"Of course, please do."

Mukhtar enthusiastically opened the driver's door, then walked around to the other side and sat in the passenger seat, continuing to brag: "I'm telling you the truth, my friend, this car will definitely be the safest car you have ever driven."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

Scott joked as he fastened his seatbelt: “Is it because it’s a metal body?”

"Haha."

Mukhtar was amused and did not answer directly but asked: "Do you have children now?"

"My fiancée and I are considering it, but I'm still a bit childish myself."

Scott continued to ramble, his hands thrashing around.

He easily found the key to the car on the sun visor of the passenger seat. In used car dealerships in Europe and the United States, people are used to putting the keys in these places.

"Do you want to test drive it? I can arrange for a salesperson to accompany you."

Mukhtar had just said half of his words when the back door was suddenly opened from the outside, and a huge, burly man squeezed in.

This person is Long Zhan.

"No need to call me anymore, I'm just accompanying you." Long Zhan said, grabbing Mukhtar's shoulder with one hand.

"What are you doing?"

Mukhtar was frightened by Long Zhan's size. He wanted to open the car door but found the hand on his shoulder was like an iron clamp, pressing him down and preventing him from moving at all.

"The test drive begins."

Scott grinned, started the car and rushed out.

However, just as Long Zhan and Scott used a little trick to successfully take away the target person Mukhtar, a van parked on the side of the road also moved.

Followed all the way up.

……

Inside the abandoned factory.

Locke was not buried alive immediately, nor was he shot to pieces. Instead, he was taken into a large factory building on the right, which covered an area of ​​over a thousand square meters, and tied to a load-bearing concrete pillar with thick and hard ropes.

It's very lively in here.

Dozens of militants can be seen using equipment to modify various items, mainly vehicles.

"According to a man named Gray in Beirut, someone wants NATO intelligence, but every base and facility is on full alert, so you can't do it."

Locke seemed to have guessed where McKenna and the others were going to attack, so he deliberately used words to provoke them.

  Want to verify the correctness of the guess!

“What about NATO’s cyber backbone?”

Sure enough, someone fell into the trap. The Arab leader asked a question, which was actually the answer, which was equivalent to telling Locke where to attack.

McKenna is much smarter in this regard. She can tell at a glance that she has been trapped.

He cursed angrily, "Are you an idiot? How much more information are you going to leak to him?"

"He's going to die anyway, so what's the point of knowing?" the Arab leader said nonchalantly.

"So what do you want? Logistical data, base operation details?" Locke asked.

It's also a cliché.

No matter whether you can get out alive in the end, you should first find a way to get the information and store it in your brain. If you can get out, you will make a fortune.

Neither McKenna nor the Arab leader spoke, and Locke continued, "Unfortunately, you are out of luck. I have ordered the access protocol to be changed and upgraded. You can't get in at all."

“What is the new agreement?”

The Arab leader immediately raised his rifle and pointed it at Locke's head.

"Given the current situation, there is no need for me to say anything."

Locke increased his bargaining chips. As long as he still had value, he would not be killed by the other party, and the higher his value, the higher the probability of survival.

"Yes, so..."

The Arab leader agreed with Locke and indeed would not kill him before getting the information, but he wanted to get along with him in his own way.

He took out a dagger from his waist and slowly walked to Locke.

He first used his right index finger to poke into the bullet hole on Locke's shoulder. The pain made Locke's face turn pale and he broke out in a cold sweat, but he was a tough guy and he bit his tongue without screaming or begging for mercy.

Seeing that he was so stubborn, the Arab leader decided to use a more ruthless approach.

He put the knife on Colonel Locke's chest, ready to make a few holes in his body to let some blood flow, or cut some flesh to lose weight.

Let Colonel Locke experience what it means to live a life worse than death, and then pry his mouth open.

but.

"Wait, I have a better idea."

Just as the Arab leader was about to draw his sword, McKenna on the side suddenly stopped him, walked to Locke, and said, "I was going to tell you when I pulled the trigger, I know who killed your son."

Colonel Locke, who had been prepared to die, looked extremely unhappy when he heard these words.

Colonel Locke's son was killed by terrorists, or to be more precise, by the Irish Republican Army. This has always been a pain in his heart.

He has also been thinking about finding the enemy who killed his son and avenging his son.

Now that he has finally heard the news about the enemy who killed his son, how can he not be filled with waves of emotion? Even the calmest heart will be broken.

McKenna saw that what she said was effective, Colonel Locke's eyes had changed, and she had an opportunity to take advantage of.

She immediately stepped up and continued, "As long as you tell us the new agreement, I will not only tell you the name, but also let you leave alive to take revenge."

have to say.

McKenna's conditions were indeed very tempting and were a huge psychological test for Colonel Locke.

Colonel Locke remained silent, and the scenes of his son's death emerged in his mind.

At that time, the family of three was getting ready to go out and play. The son happily took the key and walked in front to open the door, while his wife walked in the middle following his son.

When he was about to go over, he received a phone call and the person on the other end of the phone was threatening him.

Let him atone and make amends for his sins.

Colonel Locke realized something was wrong and wanted to tell his son not to get close to the car, but it was too late because his son had already taken the car keys.

The moment the car door opened, the whole car exploded into pieces.

The son was killed instantly.

No complete body could be found.

Thinking of his son's tragic death, Colonel Locke could no longer control his inner guilt and anger, and he unleashed all his energy into the flames of revenge.

"alright, you win."

In order to get his enemy's name avenged, Locke finally chose to surrender.

Choose to be a competent father. Revenge for his son and wife.

"Twenty years have passed, and your wounds are still painful. You still remember your son's death. It seems that you are still a qualified husband. Fortunately, your wife is still alive." McKenna smiled proudly.

"I think it's better to use the word survived. I'm a quadriplegic and can only sit in a wheelchair. I have sixth-degree burns all over my body." Colonel Locke said painfully.

"That's still really pitiful. What do you call it? Collateral damage?" laughed McKenna.

"Do you know who planted the bomb?" Locke didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and chose to get straight to the point.

“Same person as the producer,” McKenna said.

"Only if there is another bomb with the same characteristics can it be the same person." Locke made the request. He was not so easily fooled.

"The Canary Wharf bombing in 1996. I can tell you where to find him." McKenna gave the evidence.

"I don't believe you will let me go. As long as I tell you what you want, you will definitely kill me immediately. What's the use of me knowing who it is?" Locke regained his sanity.

"So you still want to know who I am?" McKenna asked back.

Locke said nothing.

"Your son's death is all because of your identity and everything you did." McKenna tried to induce Locke to say what he wanted.

"Every time I closed my eyes, I could not only see him, but I could also feel his breath on my neck, his body temperature, and I wanted to shoot every bastard involved, but..."

Locke seemed relieved, and said in a calm tone: “Anthony is dead, Francie is dead, it’s meaningless.

Ma Rui, you have been living in the past. The war is over, you know that?"

"You don't really believe it's over," McKenna taunted.

Locke stopped talking again.

Locke was about to give the answer, but suddenly he came to his senses and stopped cooperating.

McKenna was extremely unhappy and didn't want to waste any more words with Locke, so she gestured to the Arab leader who was waiting nearby, indicating that he could go ahead.

Maybe he felt that his fingers were not deep enough, or maybe his fingers were not big enough to apply force.

The Arab leader picked up a stick from the ground, walked up to Colonel Locke, and stabbed the stick into his gunshot wound, twisting it in various ways.

Turn left, turn right, dig in, tilt up...

……

On the suburban streets.

Scott drove the car at full speed on the road, and Long Zhan was responsible for controlling Mukhtar in the back.

I don't know what Long Zhan and Scott were doing, but why they suddenly called out to Mukhtar, who was being taken away in the car, and shouted in panic, "You are kidnapping, it's a crime, you will go to jail."

"You dare to mention kidnapping?"

Long Zhan slapped him on the back of his head and scolded him, "You are a kidnapper, don't you know the name Philip Locke?"

Mukhtar shook his head.

Scott made a sharp right turn upon hearing this, scaring Mukhtar, who was not wearing a seat belt, so much that he screamed and crashed through the barrier into a parking lot.

Driving around the venue, since it’s not your car, there’s no need to work hard on it.

Mukhtar, who was not wearing a seat belt, was tossed left and right, up and down in the car, which was ten times more exciting than riding on a pirate ship.

Not to mention the various screams of fear, she was even more effeminate than a woman.

After speeding for two or three minutes, Mukhtar's gastric juice was almost shaken out, and the car stopped. He thought the torture was finally over.

I didn't expect there would be something even more ruthless coming.

"Does this old car have airbags?" Long Zhan asked while sitting in the back.

"I don't know, but I think there is a way to find out. See the house in front? You will know if you bump into it." Scott said seriously.

"I think we can give it a try." Long Zhan said seriously.

Only Mukhtar, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, was stunned by the crazy behavior of Long Zhan and Scott. He looked at them as if they were two psychopaths.

Scott didn't give Mukhtar time to think and drove his car into the house.

Mukhtar didn’t know whether Scott and Long Zhan would be hit to death, and he didn’t want to know at all. He only knew that he didn’t want to be hit to death.

"Okay, okay, okay, stop it, I know who you're talking about."

In order to survive, Mukhtar had no choice but to stop pretending to be stupid and said helplessly: "If Zhu Hairui knew that I told..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell him." Scott comforted.

"Keep it absolutely confidential, buddy." Long Zhan also patted his chest and said.

"There are only three of us here. If you don't tell me and I don't tell him, how would Zhu Hairui know? Don't worry." Scott comforted again.

"There is an abandoned factory in District 9..."

"Chiu~Hua La."

Suddenly a bullet flew over, pierced through the front window and hit Mukhtar in the heart, killing him on the spot.

Long Zhan and Scott reacted quickly when they heard the gunshots and immediately lay on their sides in the car as low as possible.

"Chirp chirp chirp..."

The gunman fired continuously like a madman, and the bullets pierced the car in front into pieces.

"Long, have you seen the gunman's position?" Scott squeezed his body under the dashboard as much as possible to reduce his exposed position and asked Long Zhan for help.

At the same time, they knocked Mukhtar down and used his body as a bulletproof shield in front.

"Do you think I can look at his head?" Long Zhan complained helplessly.

"damn it."

Hearing the sound of bullets hitting the car and the body in front of him shaking continuously, Scott became anxious and suddenly looked at the rearview mirror.

He risked his life to pull him down, then threw him to Long Zhan who was behind him.

Stuck in the narrow space between two rows of seats, Long Zhan felt extremely uncomfortable. He picked up the mirror and immediately understood the purpose of Scott's prohibition.

He immediately made a rough analysis based on the trajectory and pointed the mirror in that direction.

After adjusting the position twice, the gunman's position was found.

The gunman hid in a van.

Judging from the bullet trajectory, it is 100% inside this car.

Just when Long Zhan was about to tell the location, he found that the gunman opened the back door and walked out, gun pointed in his hand, and walked towards the direction of their car.

"I saw him. He got off the car and was walking towards us." Long Zhan said in a low voice.

"He must think we're all dead, let us take care of him." Scott said with a deep breath.

"Wait until he changes the bullets. He will definitely change them."

Based on the number of bullets just fired, Long Zhan judged that the gunman would definitely change to a full magazine just in case.

Long Zhan’s judgment was indeed correct.

The gunman got out of the car and walked about six or seven meters. When he was still thirty or forty meters away from them, he took out a magazine from his body and started changing bullets.

This is the opportunity we need to seize.