Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

The spy was prepared in advance and his mind cleared up faster than Zhang Yunhe after the collision. He immediately took out his pistol, opened the car door, got out and was about to shoot Zhang Yunhe inside the car.

When Zhang Yunhe regained consciousness and saw the spy raising his hand to shoot at him, he immediately lowered his head to avoid the bullet, which went through the front windshield.

The car door was pushed open, and Zhang Yunhe immediately got out of the car, squatted down, used the car door as a cover, stretched his pistol to the car door and fired indiscriminately forward.

The spy was so scared that he squatted down immediately.

After using up a magazine, Zhang Yunhe immediately changed to a pistol. The spy thought he had run out of bullets and stood up to fight back, but Zhang Yunhe raised his hand and shot him down with two shots.

Zhang Yunhe quickly stood up and rushed over, firing two shots in a row to completely eliminate the spy.

He immediately returned to the car, reversed it, and quickly turned the steering wheel to drive forward.

At this time, the streets were already empty. The pedestrians who were originally walking on the streets were now hiding in nearby shops. Many people stuck their heads out to look after the gunfire stopped.

While driving, Zhang Yunhe turned on the three-dimensional virtual holographic image to check the situation in Xiong Ji Noodle House. In the virtual holographic image, there were three people lying in ambush in Xiong Ji Noodle House, but there were two people who came down from the stairs in the aisle diagonally opposite the noodle house with pistols, and there were three more people in the room on the second floor, and there seemed to be electronic monitoring equipment inside.

Zhang Yunhe reacted quickly, picked up his pistol, stretched out his hand and fired three shots out of the car window. The three spies who had just rushed out of the aisle were shot and fell down one after another. He immediately took out two grenades from the backpack space, pulled out the safety pins, threw one to the second-floor window on the left, and threw the other into the noodle shop on the right.

This series of actions is completed in just a few seconds.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two grenades exploded one after another, and a large amount of thick smoke and debris rushed out from the window of the second-floor room on the left. The noodle shop on the right was also in ruins. The three disguised agents who were standing at the door were blown to the ground and twitched constantly.

Zhang Yunhe stepped on the accelerator and the car sped past. It soon rushed to the intersection, turned a corner and disappeared.

It was more than a minute later that some people cautiously came out of the shops on both sides to watch. When they saw the streets full of corpses, blood, bullet casings, pistols, cars with smashed front ends, and broken glass all over the streets, they all began to talk in low voices.

"Beep, beep, beep--" A foot patrol stood at the street corner and blew his whistle hard. Soon, several other foot patrols came running over with batons.

"Quick, seal off the scene and don't let any unauthorized people get close to the gunfight scene. I'll call the police station and ask them to send someone over," a patrolman ordered his two companions.

On the other side, Zhang Yunhe was driving his car very fast on the street. The front of the car was dented and the windshield was cracked. It was hard not to attract other people's attention.

He drove for a distance and stopped on a deserted street. He immediately got out of the car, walked to the back seat, opened the door, and nudged Chen Xiangling: "Hello, Teacher Chen, Teacher Chen?"

Chen Xiangling had no reaction.

Zhang Yunhe immediately examined her and found that she had lost severe blood, her pulse and breathing were very weak, and she was shot in the back, but the bullet did not exit from the chest, which meant that the bullet was still in the chest cavity.

This injury was too serious, and Zhang Yunhe had no way to deal with it. If it was a penetrating wound, he could still bear the pain and take out the Iron Blood Warrior's life-saving healing medicine to treat her, but this kind of injury must first remove the bullet. If the bullet is not removed, no matter how effective the healing medicine is, it will be useless.

There was no choice but for Zhang Yunhe to continue driving. He planned to find a black clinic to perform surgery on Chen Xiangling to remove the bullet.

"Hold on, I'll take you to have surgery to remove the bullet!" He said to Chen Xiangling who was lying in the back seat while driving.

Chen Xiangling was already unconscious and unable to talk to him.

There were many gangs in the foreign concessions, and gangs often fought for territory, docks and business. There would be casualties in the fights, often with knives and sometimes with guns. People were afraid to send the injured to the hospital, so many black clinics were born.

Almost all of these black clinics have gang backgrounds, because they cannot survive without gang backgrounds.

As a comprador, Zhang Yunhe often walks the line between black and white. He is no stranger to such black clinics. He knows several of them, among which the one with the best technology is Lin Laosan Clinic.

The car sped along, and soon drove into a gloomy alley and stopped in front of a private clinic.

It was broad daylight and the clinic was still closed. Zhang Yunhe immediately got out of the car and carried Chen Xiangling out. He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he immediately put the broken car into the backpack space to prevent the police station and secret agents from finding this place through the car.

"For Huilan's sake, I can only try my best to save you. Whether you can survive depends entirely on your own life!"

Arriving at the door of the clinic, Zhang Yunhe knocked hard on the door.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang"

"Who's still telling me not to sleep?"

Zhang Yunhe shouted, "See a doctor!"

"What kind of medical treatment do you want? It's not open yet. Come back in the afternoon!" An impatient man's voice came from inside.

"If you don't open the door within a minute, I will set fire to your shabby clinic!" Zhang Yunhe threatened.

"Fuck, who the hell is so arrogant? They even dare to touch my clinic, Lin Lao San?"

Hearing footsteps coming from inside, Zhang Yunhe didn't want to reveal his identity, so he immediately put on the devil mask again.

The door of the clinic opened, and a middle-aged man with messy hair, wearing wrinkled clothes and big shorts appeared in front.

A gun barrel was pressed against Lin Laosan's forehead. Lin Laosan woke up instantly, no longer sleepy, and stepped back step by step. Zhang Yunhe carried the unconscious Chen Xiangling into the clinic.

"Good, good man, aren't we trying to cure the disease? Why bother using force? It would be bad if it hurts the harmony!" Lin Laosan said with a smile. He really had no idea where this man wearing a devil mask came from, so he could only deal with him carefully.

Zhang Yunhe said: "My companion was shot in the back and lost a lot of blood. He needs surgery to remove the bullet!"

Lin Laosan said quickly: "My dear, I can't cure this injury. We have to go to a foreign hospital!"

"Why should I come to you when I can go to a foreign hospital? I give you two choices. Either you die with my companion, or you perform surgery to remove the bullet and cure her!" Zhang Yunhe threatened.

Lin Laosan said with a sad face: "I have to check her first to see if she can be saved. Come with me and put her on the operating table!"

After entering the inner room, a strong smell of disinfectant came from inside. A simple operating table was placed in the middle. Zhang Yunhe placed Chen Xiangling on the operating table. Under his threat, Lin Laosan could only examine Chen Xiangling.

After a while, Lin Laosan sighed and said, "The injury is too serious. We need to open the chest cavity. I don't have any anesthetic here. The situation is tense now. I'm out of saline and glucose for the IV. I need anti-inflammatory treatment after the operation, and I don't have sulfa!"

Zhang Yunhe took out two bottles from behind his back with one hand, one bottle of saline and one bottle of glucose, as well as intravenous tubes, needles, and injectable anesthetics, and placed them on the surgical tray. He asked, "Is that enough? If not, I have more!"

"Fuck, are you doing magic? Where did you get that from?" Lin Laosan stared at the scene with wide eyes and asked with an expression of disbelief.

As a comprador of a foreign company, Zhang Yunhe's backpack was piled high with medical supplies. If he knew how to perform surgery, there would be no need for him to bring Chen Xiangling to see Lin Laosan.