A convoy burns on a Sahel night road; a hyena’s laugh glitches over the radio like a taunt. Foxx is Kade Mercer, a world‑class tracker who quit after one bad call. Jordan plays Commander Holt, an Interpol strike lead with drone eyes and zero patience for ghosts.

Newton is Ama Diop, park‑intel chief who knows every spoor and bribe. Johnson storms in as Stone, a blunt‑force ranger legend who clears roads the hard way—ally, rival, conscience. Their quarry: “The Hyena,” a poacher‑warlord laundering extinction through a global pipeline.

Set pieces slam—salt‑pan pursuit against a mirage horizon; wadi climb under overlapping ambush arcs; market blackout where EMP gnats make shadows louder; rope‑bridge gunfight above a cataract; container‑yard gauntlet with cranes swinging like guillotines; and a night extraction through burning grass while the laugh hijacks their comms. Heat‑haze lensing, drum‑and‑brass score, dust and steel. Final sting: tourists wired as bait, timer red—Mercer cuts the radio and listens to the ground. “He’s here.”