Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

After hearing this, Yamazaki Kento pondered for a moment and asked, "What's the good news?"

Major Doi said, "I asked Adjutant Yamaguchi Sawata, and he said the freighter was called Seaweed, hull number 43! The good news is, I just received a report that someone found a stranded freighter on a river beach 3 kilometers downstream from Wusongkou!"

"I suspect this freighter is the Seaweed, so I'm going to take people to check it out now!"

Yamazaki Kento said, "Then go ahead. If it really is the Seaweed, call me immediately!"

"Hai!"

An hour later, Yamazaki Kento received a call from Major Doi.

"Commander, I've arrived at the location where the ship ran aground. It's indeed the Seaweed!"

"Seal off the scene, I'll bring people over right away!" Yamazaki Kento said, hung up the phone, and gathered people to set off.

It was already past four in the afternoon when we arrived at the beach where the stranded freighter was.

"Commander, I have already led people to survey the freighter!"

"What's the situation?" asked Kento Yamazaki.

Major Doi said, "The ship is very clean, as if it had been specially cleaned. So far, no clues have been found, but blood residue was found in the cracks in the cockpit!"

Yamazaki Kento asked, "Was it murder to seize the ship? Or was it internal strife to silence the witnesses?"

Doi shook his head and said, "It's unclear at the moment. We haven't found any witnesses, and we don't know the details of the whole incident. We don't have any more clues or evidence, so it's hard to make any rash judgments!"

"The ship was first spotted by an anti-smuggling water police patrol boat at around 7:50 this morning!"

"Also, there's a problem with the ship's fuel gauge. Normally, a freighter should be fully fueled before loading cargo, and the fuel gauge should be at full value, but this ship's fuel gauge is showing fuel consumption as if it has sailed about 80 miles, but the distance from here to Yangshu Wharf is at most 16 miles!"

Yamazaki Kento frowned and said, "There's a difference of more than 60 miles. There must be something wrong!"

"I also think there's something wrong here, Commander, look at the map!"

Tujing unfolded a map and spread it on the hood of the car, pointing at it and saying, "There are three directions to take the water route from Yangshu Wharf: first, go upstream along the Yangtze River from Wusongkou; second, go up the river to Suzhou Creek; third, go to the upper reaches of the Huangpu River!"

"It's the dry season now, and the water level in the Suzhou River can't support such a large ship, so the second direction is ruled out!"

"The fuel consumption differs by more than 60 miles, so the freighter's arrival location may be within these two areas!"

After saying that, Doi drew two circles on the Yangtze River and Huangpu River on the map.

"I'm going to split the staff into two groups and conduct searches along the riverbanks of these two areas!"

Upon hearing this, Yamazaki Kento nodded and praised, "Yoshi, your thinking is very clear, just go for it!"

"I'll send someone else to check which cargo ships returned to China yesterday and today. If your analysis above is just a trick by the thieves, I hope my investigation in this direction will yield some results!"

"Hai!"

At this time, the Japanese no longer had the custom of celebrating the Spring Festival, and only celebrated New Year's Day. During the Lunar New Year's Day and the Spring Festival, the Military Police Headquarters and the Special High Technology Bureau were still busy.

However, Zhang Yunhe and the people from the Blue Shirts Society's Songhu Station had no intention of dealing with the Japanese. They all stayed at home to celebrate the New Year with their families.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Liu Huilan, the only one in the family with a high education degree, took the initiative to take on the task of writing Spring Festival couplets.

"As expected of a Chinese teacher who graduated from an undergraduate program, your handwriting is really good. It would be a waste of your talent to let you be a primary school Chinese teacher!" Zhang Yunhe praised the couplet written by his wife.

Liu Huilan raised her chin and said, "Of course not! With my education and abilities, I'm more than qualified to be a lecturer at a university. When I graduated, the school even let me stay on!"

"It's just that the salary offered by Wenchang Primary School is too high, I really can't refuse it!"

After putting up the couplets, the couple began to prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Neither Zhang Yunhe nor Liu Huilan has any other immediate family members at home, so it will be just the two of them celebrating the New Year.

Although there were only two of them celebrating the New Year, they still prepared a table full of dishes, which was very sumptuous.

"We can cook more dishes and have surplus every year, I understand! But how can we cook so much rice? We can't eat so much even if we eat it in a week?" Zhang Yunhe asked.

Liu Huilan said, "I think it's not easy for us to have food in this turbulent situation. There are still many beggars and street children who are starving. So I think after we have the New Year's Eve dinner, we can divide the leftover food into several portions, pack them up and distribute them to those who are stranded outside due to the war."

"Do you think it's okay?"

Zhang Yunhe looked into his wife's sincere, compassionate, and clear eyes, nodded, and said, "Okay, let's do as you wish!"

At six o'clock in the evening, the lights in the living room were on and the dining table was filled with delicious food.

"The dishes are ready!" Liu Huilan said as she placed the last dish on the table.

Zhang Yunhe paid homage to heaven, earth and the ancestral gods according to the customs of his hometown.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, he called his wife to the table and started eating the reunion dinner.

"Let's have a drink today to celebrate the New Year!" said Zhang Yunhe.

"What kind of wine do you want? I'll get it! Yellow wine or red wine?" Liu Huilan asked.

Yellow wine brewed with fine grains was the high-end wine in China at that time. Powerful officials and wealthy families all drank yellow wine. Most of the wine used in Chinese herbal medicines was yellow wine, while most of the white wine was brewed with coarse grains and was only drunk by ordinary people in the middle and lower classes of society.

"It's Chinese New Year, so of course we should drink rice wine with this table of food!"

When the wine was full, Liu Huilan said with a smile: "Today is the New Year, tell us about your vision for the next year!"

"Okay, then I'll say a few words. I hope both of us will be healthy and blessed in the new year, and that everything will go smoothly. I hope you can give birth to your baby safely, and that our little one will grow up healthy and safe from war!"

"Huilan, it's your turn!" said Zhang Yunhe.

Liu Huilan coughed twice and said, "I hope we can drive away the Japanese devils as soon as possible. I hope all my compatriots can live a peaceful and happy life. I hope students can have a quiet environment to study. I hope no one will suffer from hunger!"

"Okay, let's toast to our hope!" Zhang Yunhe said, raising his glass.

"Cheers!" Liu Huilan raised her glass with water instead of wine.

On February 2th, several days had passed since the Spring Festival, and there were finally more pedestrians and vehicles on the streets.

Akao Hirokazu drove alone around the International Settlement and stopped next to a public telephone booth.

He got out of the car, went into a phone booth and dialed a number.

"Hello? Hefeng Restaurant!"

Akao Hongyi said: "Excuse me, Mr. Chen who lives upstairs in room 302, please answer the phone!"

"Oh, you mean Captain Chen who works in the fire department?"

"Yes!"

"Captain Chen should be at work now, not at home!"

"Then please tell him when he gets off work that I will treat him to dinner at the old place at 7 o'clock in the evening!" said Hirokazu Akao.

"Okay, I'll tell him when I see him!"