Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Zhang Yunhe smiled and said, "Boss Fan is too polite. It's just a small favor! I don't think Boss Zhang will really harm you. He's just trying to scare you!"

"No matter what, I would like to thank Mr. Zhang today. If you need my help in the future, please feel free to ask!" Fan Biao said seriously.

Zhang Yunhe thought for a moment and said, "I have business, and Boss Fan has connections. We can work together!"

"Oh? How to cooperate?" Fan Biao became interested.

Zhang Yunhe said, "How about we discuss this in detail another time?"

Fan Biao immediately agreed: "Okay!"

Zhang Yunhe did not ask the driver to drive the car directly to the Guangdong Guild Hall, but instead stopped in front of an inn near the Guangdong Guild Hall.

After Fan Biao's car left, he went into the inn and rented a cart, then pulled the cart to a dark and deserted alley. He then took the bodies of Wang Daoyuan and Wu Xiaopeng from the backpack space and moved them onto the cart one after another. He covered them with straw mats and pulled the cart to the Guangdong Guild Hall.

The guild halls of this period not only provided paid food and lodging services to fellow townsmen, but also usually had charity cemeteries behind the guild halls, which were used to store corpses.

Generally, when people die in a foreign country, their relatives and friends are temporarily unable to transport their bodies back to their hometown for burial, so they first transport the bodies to the charity cemetery of the hometown association and keep them there until they are able to transport them back to their hometown.

Zhang Yunhe didn't know where Wang Daoyuan and Wu Xiaopeng were from. He only knew that the Guangdong Guild Hall had a charity cemetery that could provide mortuary services.

Zhang Yunhe approached the Guangdong Guild Hall's charity cemetery manager and said, "Please prepare two coffins for me. Two of my friends have died in a foreign land, and I'd like to temporarily store their bodies with you. They'll be transported in a month at most!"

After saying this, he placed a stack of banknotes in front of the steward. When the steward saw that the money was in place, he immediately smiled and said, "Leave it to me. I have a ready-made coffin here, and the charity cemetery is always guarded. Don't worry, sir!"

"Then it's hard work!"

After leaving the Guangdong Guild Hall, Zhang Yunhe hailed a rickshaw to go out of the city to the quarry. He used the backpack space to collect a large pile of stones. On his return, he went to the grocery store and bought a large bundle of hemp rope.

At noon he came to the bank of the Huangpu River. He found a desolate and deserted riverside, tied the bodies of the Japanese soldiers to stones and sank them to the bottom of the river to feed the fish. It took him more than an hour to empty all the bodies from his backpack before returning to the city.

Zhang Yunhe decided to rest for a few days to heal his injuries. Then he would try to get in touch with the Blue Shirts Society while practicing martial arts to strengthen his body and practice his skills.

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The secret office location of the Blue Shirts Society in Shanghai was Changxing Company.

In winter, it gets dark early. It is just after five in the afternoon and it is already dark. People who make a living outside start to return home one after another.

Intelligence Chief Ma Dazhi came back from outside in a rickshaw. After getting off the rickshaw, he paid the fare and walked into the company.

"dong dong dong"

"Come in!"

Ma Dazhi pushed open the door and entered the office, taking off his hat and scarf while greeting Yu Xianghui: "Stationmaster!"

Yu Xianghui, who was standing in front of the window, turned around to pour some water for Ma Dazhi and asked, "How's the situation?"

Ma Dazhi took the teacup, took a sip, and said, "My subordinate Li Dayong and I have been waiting for two hours, but Wang Daoyuan and Wu Xiaopeng have not come to meet us!"

After listening to this, Yu Xianghui said, "There are two possibilities: First, they both escaped, but because they were frightened or didn't see the signal, they didn't come out to reunite; second, they are already dead!"

Ma Dazhi said, "Stationmaster, I'm more inclined to believe that they've already escaped and didn't see the signal to reunite, or they're worried there's a mole within our ranks and don't dare show up easily!"

Yu Xianghui nodded and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Stationmaster, how is the investigation of the traitor going?" Ma Dazhi asked.

Yu Xianghui shook his head and said, "The most likely suspects are the three people who escaped during the Special High Technology Division's roundup that day. The traitor is very likely one of them, but after these few days of screening and investigation, we haven't found anything unusual about them!"

Ma Dazhi said, "Stationmaster, I think we need to expand the scope of the screening. Having such a mole hiding among us is like a time bomb. The Japanese could wipe out all of us at any time!"

"There's no need to worry about this for now. I think the traitor is not in our core department or a key position. Otherwise, we would have been wiped out by the Eastern Japanese and the French. But the screening operation must continue and the scope must be expanded!" Yu Xianghui said while smoking.

Ma Dazhi thought for a moment and asked, "Now that we can't contact Wang Daoyuan and Wu Xiaopeng, what should we do next?"

Yu Xianghui pondered for a moment and immediately instructed Ma Dazhi, "Look, tomorrow you activate a special communication method and try to contact the peripheral member recruited by Wang Daoyuan. If you still can't make a connection, then we'll have to find a way to continue investigating the whereabouts of Wang Daoyuan and Wu Xiaopeng!"

Ma Dazhi agreed: "Understood!"

Not only the Blue Shirts Society's Shanghai station spies headed by Yu Xianghui were confused about what happened in the Special High Technology Bureau last night, but all the intelligence forces in Shanghai had received some news to some extent, but they were not clear about what had happened and why the Special High Technology Bureau was empty overnight. This was simply unbelievable.

The more they tried to find out the truth of the matter, the more they found themselves unable to do so.

The surviving members of the Special High Technology Bureau wanted to start their investigation by investigating the escaped prisoners, but after escaping last night, those people were afraid of being caught again, so they all hid themselves. Not only could the Special High Technology Bureau not find them, but other forces also had no way to investigate them.

The next morning, Zhang Yunhe took the delivery note issued by Jefferson to the dock warehouse to pick up the goods. It was a full battalion's worth of weapons, equipment and ammunition. In addition to rifles, bullets and other supporting military equipment, there were 27 light machine guns and 6 heavy machine guns, as well as 6 mortars, and an additional 10 rifle bullets and pistol bullets.

He planned to keep 10 rifle bullets and 3 pistol bullets from this batch of equipment for himself to use for shooting training. There is a saying in later generations that sharpshooters are fed with large amounts of bullets. As long as the qualifications are not too bad, one can become a sharpshooter after firing tens of thousands of bullets.

He planned to sell other equipment to the armed forces that persisted in the war of resistance through his original channels.

"Boss, give me a bowl of shredded pork noodles!" Zhang Yunhe shouted as he walked to a breakfast stall on the street.

"Sir, please wait a moment, I'll be there soon!" the stall owner agreed.

At this time, a newsboy was holding a newspaper and shouting, "Extra Edition, Extra Edition! The Japanese army carried out a brutal massacre. There are photos to prove it!"

The passers-by around were shocked when they heard the news.

Zhang Yunhe immediately got up, ran over to buy a newspaper, and returned to the breakfast stall to read the newspaper while eating breakfast.

Although he had known that this incident had happened, he still couldn't help but feel furious when he saw the reports in the newspapers of that era. He ate breakfast in anger as if it were chewing wax.

"Huh? Someone coming from my hometown? This is... the last method of contact activated?" After Zhang Yunhe saw the small piece of tofu-sized missing person notice in the newspaper, he immediately realized that this was the contact method Wang Daoyuan told him.

This method of communication was set up by the Blue Shirts Society specifically for intelligence personnel who had lost contact and could not find the organization.

"It seems that someone in the Blue Shirts Society's Shanghai branch still knows of my existence, but they probably don't know my outside identity, otherwise they wouldn't use this method of communication!"

What Zhang Yunhe is considering now is whether to resume contact with the Blue Shirts Society, not whether he can get in touch with them.