The first look charges like a river beast off its leash. Johnson is “Hippo”—a retired extraction legend dragged back when a warlord seizes a floating city’s vault. Momoa, a rogue river pilot with a grin like thunder, owns the currents; Statham, a razor‑calm fixer, counts bullets and exits. Their plan: surf a midnight flood, hijack an armored barge, and outswim drones, mercs, and a ticking dam.

Quips hit as hard as the tackles; boats flip, bridges shatter, and a hippo‑sized secret—why Hippo swore never to swim again—bubbles up. Neon rain bleeds over steel, an underwater chase glows cobalt, then blackout—heartbeat, steel, decision. Final stinger: a colossal gate yawns, water roaring as the trio leap into the black.