Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

In a parallel time and space, on the night of December 18, 1937, the Eastern Japanese troops were stationed in the interrogation room of the Special High Technology Bureau in Songhu.

Zhang Yunhe was awakened by a basin of cold water. The biting cold made him shiver several times in succession. Suddenly, the memory of another person was added to his original memory.

"It turns out I've traveled to a parallel time and space, the 26th year of the Republic of China!"

From the memories obtained, it was learned that the original owner had the same name and surname as him, and was a member of an organization outside the Blue Shirts Society. He was imprisoned after being raided by the Special High Technology Bureau during a secret meeting. Two other people were also arrested at the same time.

There were a total of 23 people attending the meeting. Several of them fled to the street and mixed in with the crowd. The Special High Technology Operations Team blocked the street on the spot and arrested all the more than 100 people on the street.

The sound of leather boots clattering on the ground reached my ears, and then a Japanese-accented voice asked in Chinese, "Still not telling me? If you don't, I'll give you a taste of waterboarding!"

Zhang Yunhe slowly opened his swollen eyelids and looked at the little Japanese soldier in front of him. He opened his mouth and spat in his face: "Bah, you little dwarf, I curse your ancestors!"

"Baka!" The Japanese spy in charge of the interrogation was furious. He wiped the spit from his face with one hand, stepped back, and waved his hand and shouted, "Give him waterboarding!"

Two Japanese soldiers came over and pressed Zhang Yunhe on the execution bench. Another Japanese soldier covered his face with a towel, and another Japanese soldier scooped water from the bucket with a ladle and poured it on the towel.

Zhang Yunhe immediately felt the pain brought by water torture. The continuous pouring of water soon soaked the towel and made it impossible for him to breathe. He soon felt suffocated. His body instinctively made him start to prick himself violently, but the Japanese soldiers held him down tightly.

The brain quickly lacked oxygen, causing Zhang Yunhe to almost fall into a coma, and his strength rapidly faded.

"Stop!" The Japanese interrogator stopped the interrogation and asked someone to take away the wet towel.

Zhang Yunhe's face turned purple at this moment. He breathed greedily in big gulps, but before he could recover, the Japanese interrogator ordered him to continue. He was covered with a wet towel and water was poured on him continuously.

After three consecutive times, Zhang Yunhe was exhausted.

As he gasped for breath again, the Japanese interrogator asked, "What's your name? Where do you live? Who else is at home? What do you do in the Blue Shirts Society?"

"Little Japs, when I arrive in Eastern Japan one day, I will personally improve your human race!" Zhang Yunhe said while panting, his breathing was as harsh as a bellows.

"Baga, I don't think you'll cry until you see the coffin!"

The Japanese interrogator yelled, turned around, picked up the red-hot iron in the brazier, walked over to Zhang Yunhe and said, "I'll give you one more chance, will you tell me?"

Two days of torture had already brought the original body close to mental collapse. He had lived in the safest country in the world since he was a child. Not to mention being beaten, even his parents had never said a harsh word to him in his life. How could he withstand such cruel punishment?

The water torture just now made him feel a life worse than death. The feeling was too painful. He thought of death. If he wanted to live, he had to rebel. If he didn't want to rebel, he had to die. Death would be the end of it all, and he would just consider it a waste of this opportunity to travel through time.

Zhang Yunhe remembered that his superior had given his original self a poison pill, which he usually hid under his collar to prevent him from committing suicide after being arrested and interrogated. He immediately opened his mouth and bit towards his collar, but there was nothing under his collar.

"Are you looking for this?" The Japanese interrogator held a poison pill on his white-gloved fingers.

"Your mother, I, Zhang Yunhe, swear to be your enemy forever and ever. I will kill all of you little devils. Even if I die, my sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons will not let you go!"

"Baka, baka!" The Japanese interrogator was really angry this time and pressed the red-hot iron in his hand hard on Zhang Yunhe's chest.

"Sizzle--" A puff of green smoke rose, and the smell of burnt flesh spread.

"Ah——" Zhang Yunhe screamed miserably with a hideous look on his face, and then fainted.

"Baga, pour it on him again to wake him up!" the Japanese interrogator roared.

At this time, another Japanese officer came over and said, "Mr. Nagano, we can't continue the interrogation. Given his physical and mental condition, I'm afraid he won't survive tonight!"

Nagano Taro hesitated for a moment, then remembered what his boss had told him before, so he said, "Then let him rest for a night and we'll re-examine him tomorrow!"

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yunhe slowly opened his eyes.

The dark cell, the damp, rotten straw beneath, the musty smell and the stench of incontinence were nauseating.

If he moved his body slightly, he would feel a pain that almost made him faint all over his skin and bones. His snow-white shirt had become filthy and tattered, and his skin was covered with blood marks from being whipped. Some parts of his body were red, swollen, ulcerated, and inflamed.

"Damn it! I'm just an ordinary office worker. How can I be a spy? I don't know how I survived this interrogation. If there's another interrogation, I definitely won't be able to hold on!"

"Being locked up in this cold, damp cell, even a strong man wouldn't last long before getting sick, let alone someone like me covered in wounds. If the inflammation gets worse, with current medical conditions, I'm afraid I'll just die. This is simply the beginning of hell!"

After obtaining the original owner's memory, Zhang Yunhe could clearly recall the feelings during the interrogation over the past two days. That kind of torture was definitely the most cruel torture to the body and mind.

Everyone has different willpower and tolerance. Some people may be able to endure repeated torture and refuse to give up until death. Just now, Zhang Yunhe relied on his breath to support himself until he fell into a coma.

If it happened again, he was 100% sure that he couldn't hold on.

"Damn it! No, I can't die here. There must be a traitor in the organization, otherwise the Special High Technology Department wouldn't know the time and place of our meeting so accurately. I have to find a way to escape and find this person!"

Zhang Yunhe struggled to get up from the straw, the iron chains on his wrists and ankles rattling.

He looked around the cell. The walls were all made of bluestone, with a cement floor under his feet. There was an iron window on the north wall, and the distance between the steel bars was absolutely impossible for an adult to pass through.

He dragged the heavy iron chain and knocked on the wall with staggering steps. He tried to pry open the iron bars of the window, but they didn't move at all.

Zhang Yunhe felt discouraged and desperate, and fell to the ground.

"I should have known that once captured, there's absolutely no way a prisoner could escape easily. Otherwise, this wouldn't be a Special High Section prison, but a vegetable garden!"

"What should I do now? Can I just wait here to die?"

At this moment, Zhang Yunhe suddenly felt that something was wrong with his consciousness. "What exactly is wrong?"

He frowned, thought for a moment and closed his eyes.

With his mind highly concentrated, he suddenly felt that he had entered another space.

"This... isn't this the gaming backpack I used before I traveled through time? There are sixty spaces in total. Hey, this is... the Iron Blood suit? Shit, I actually brought the Iron Blood equipment of the Iron Blood Warrior from the game here?" Looking at the entire set of the Iron Blood suit lying in the spaces of the backpack, Zhang Yunhe was so excited that he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"One of the biggest highlights of this set of equipment is its ability to become invisible. Furthermore, the mask in the set not only has various ray scanning capabilities, but can also perform language translation. It also has an incredible feature: it can help the wearer learn the enemy's combat techniques, fighting methods, and tactics.

In the games and movies, the Predator can continue to learn and improve with each battle with the hunted, and this mask plays an indispensable role in this.

"With this set of equipment, I should be able to escape easily. It will also be easier to deal with the Japanese and obtain intelligence in the future. But I can't be too arrogant. After all, this equipment is not invincible!" Zhang Yunhe gave himself a warning in his heart.

He walked to the cell door and looked outside. Seeing that no one was around, he wanted to take the equipment out of the backpack space. "How can I take them out?"

As he was thinking this, the Iron Blood equipment suddenly appeared on the ground.

"Ha, so this is how you play it!" Zhang Yunhe laughed and tried to put them back into the backpack space. Suddenly, the equipment on the ground disappeared again.

He tried it a few times and felt relieved when he saw there was no obstacle. He immediately put on his equipment one by one.

First, there is a set of armor. The defensive power of this thing can withstand the explosion of ordinary bullets and grenades. If it is used with later anti-material sniper rifles and large-caliber artillery shells, it will probably be destroyed.

In addition, this armor is not acid-resistant and will be corroded when exposed to strong acid.

Next comes the equipment: arm guards, wrist guards, spears, swords, flying nets, disc-shaped flying knives, python whips, energy shoulder cannons, etc. There is a miniature energy computer on the left arm guard, which is also a self-destruct device with the power of a nuclear bomb. Once it explodes, it is more terrifying than an ordinary nuclear bomb explosion.

The wrist guard is equipped with a pair of hidden steel claw knives, which can be freely extended and retracted under the control of the wearer during combat.

The spear is also a retractable weapon. When not in combat, it is like a short steel stick. Once unfolded, it becomes a spear with terrifying lethality.

In addition to weapons, there is also a metal mesh garment that needs to be worn close to the body, which can provide a constant source of heat to maintain body temperature.

A medical kit containing three syringes with anesthetic and three tubes of wound healing ointment.

There is a bracket behind the shoulder of the armor, which is specifically used to install an energy shoulder cannon. The energy source is an energy block carried on the back. The shoulder cannon bracket has an electrical interface, and the other end is connected to the mask. As the wearer turns his head, the mask locks the target and the muzzle will also rotate accordingly.

Zhang Yunhe finally put on the mask and connected the shoulder gun. A series of unfamiliar characters flashed on the screen before his eyes, and then a mechanical voice came from his ears: "Switch to Chinese operation mode!"

The text on the mask screen was quickly converted into Chinese. These texts gave a precise analysis of the area where the face was scanned and the surrounding environment. At the same time, the operating instructions of the equipment were transmitted into Zhang Yunhe's mind.

"So that's how it works. Let's first scan the layout of this prison!"

Zhang Yunhe opened a flap on the wrist guard of his left forearm to reveal the operating interface of a small energy computer. He stretched out his fingers and operated according to the operating procedures in his mind. After only a few clicks, a three-dimensional electronic virtual image building model appeared above the computer.

Reaching out a little more, the camera moved from left to right within the electronic virtual image model. Zhang Yunhe could clearly see how many people were in each cell, and whether there were guards in the corridors and behind each iron door.

After reading it, Zhang Yunhe understood what was going on. He was injured and hadn't eaten or drunk anything for two days. He had to replenish water and food as soon as possible, and then find a way to escape first and then find the traitor!

He took a deep breath, waved his hand and hit the iron gate with the chain, shouting non-stop.

The two Japanese soldiers who were dozing against the wall at the corridor's iron gate opened their eyes. The Japanese soldier on the left said to the soldier on the right: "Go and check and make him behave himself!"

"It's me again!" The Japanese soldier on the right was very dissatisfied, but still walked towards the cell where Zhang Yunhe was with his rifle on his back.

Zhang Yunhe heard the Japanese soldiers cursing and the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. A cold light seemed to flash on the mask he was wearing. He reached out and pressed a button on the arm computer. With a flash of electric light, his whole body gradually disappeared.

The hunt officially begins!