Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Zhang Yunhe drove the car into the alley and stopped in front of the house. As soon as he got out of the car, he heard the door of the house diagonally opposite open and the landlady came out in her pajamas to pour water for foot washing.

"Mr. Zhang, you're back so late!" the landlady asked with a smile.

Zhang Yunhe said, "Yes, Mrs. Luo, you haven't slept yet?"

"I can't sleep because I went to bed early. I don't know where that damn guy of mine is. He still hasn't come home so late!"

"Mrs. Luo, would you like a cigarette?" Zhang Yunhe asked politely.

Who knew that Mrs. Luo would smile and agree: "Okay!"

Zhang Yunhe was speechless for a while. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Mrs. Luo, and then put one in his mouth and lit it with a match.

Mrs. Luo put down the foot basin, crossed her arms, and puffed out a cigarette as she asked, "Mr. Zhang, why did I hear a woman's voice in your room at noon? Was that your wife, or the mistress you keep outside?"

Zhang Yunhe took a puff of his cigarette and whispered, "She's my cousin. She came from Suzhou and has tuberculosis. She heard we have a hospital that can cure tuberculosis, so she came to stay with me to get treatment!"

Mrs. Luo was shocked when she heard this. "Oh, this disease is terrible and contagious. Mr. Zhang, you must be careful not to get infected!"

"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Luo. I will be careful!"

Mrs. Luo looked at Zhang Yunhe and whispered, "It's still early, and you're free anyway. Why don't you come to my place for some tea?"

Zhang Yunhe looked at Mrs. Luo. The woman was about thirty-one or thirty-two years old, with a good figure and good looks. The key point was that she was full of mature femininity, which was very attractive to men.

He hasn't touched a woman for a long time since his wife Liu Huilan went to Jiangzhou. For a normal man with a strong body, it is really unbearable.

Moreover, he had just experienced a massacre and had a lot of anger in his heart that he had nowhere to vent.

Zhang Yunhe reached out to take advantage of Mrs. Luo and asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. Luo not at home?"

Mrs. Luo was furious whenever Mr. Luo was mentioned. "I don't know where this bastard has gone to spend his days drinking and partying again. Maybe he went to that wild woman he kept outside!"

"Do you have good tea at home?" Zhang Yunhe asked with a low smile, increasing the strength of his hands.

Mrs. Luo snorted, "You'll know when you go there!"

The two men entered Mrs. Luo's house, and after closing the door, it was like dry firewood meeting a raging fire, and they ignited immediately.

An hour later, Zhang Yunhe was half lying down with his bare chest, smoking a cigarette. After all this ordeal, the violent aura and negative energy brought about by the massacre in the gendarmerie's underground prison had been completely released. He felt refreshed and his mind was clear.

In contrast, Mrs. Luo was like a puddle of mud at this moment, so tired that she had no strength left in her body.

“How many times have you been here?”

Mrs. Luo murmured, "I can't remember exactly, but it's been at least five times. I've never felt so happy before. If I hadn't met you, I really wouldn't have known this kind of thing could be so wonderful!"

"Mrs. Luo is truly talented in writing!" Zhang Yunhe finished his cigarette, stubbed out the butt, and stood up to get dressed. "I have to go back now. You should get some rest!"

Mrs. Luo, having tasted the sweetness of it, was reluctant to leave: "Can't you stay a little longer?"

"No, I won't stay. It will be too late to go back and my cousin will be worried!" said Zhang Yunhe.

Mrs. Luo turned over, thought for a moment, and said, "I think it's not a good idea for you to have a tuberculosis patient living in your house. I have a spare room, a single room. Although it's inconvenient to go to the toilet and cook, it's still enough for one person to live in. How about I give that spare room to your cousin?"

Zhang Yunhe turned around and asked, "How much is the rent?"

Mrs. Luo laughed and said, "Why would we both ask for money? If you really want to give, just give me six dollars a month!"

Zhang Yunhe couldn't help but feel a toothache. This woman was really greedy for money. She said she didn't want to talk about money, but when it came to asking for money, she showed no mercy at all.

Before the war, you could rent a yard or a one-story building in the Chinese area for 6 yuan. Of course, the market conditions are different now. A single room costs 6 yuan per month, which is really not cheap in the concession.

Zhang Yunhe said, "You want all 6 yuan? I just gave you hundreds of millions!"

Mrs. Luo was stunned for a moment, then she burst into giggles.

After leaving Mrs. Luo's house, Zhang Yunhe crossed the alley and used his key to unlock the courtyard gate. As he walked into the house, Chen Xiangling's voice rang out from inside: "Qingyi, is that you?"

"it's me!"

Zhang Yunhe hung his suit on the hanger next to the door, changed into slippers, added some coal to the coal stove, filled a kettle with tap water and put it on the stove to boil water in preparation for washing.

He pushed open the door and walked into the room. He pulled the light switch and the light came on. He asked, "Cousin, why are you still awake so late?"

"I was asleep. When you came back, the sound of the car came into the room and I woke up!" Chen Xiangling lay on her side on the bed, covered well with the quilt.

Zhang Yunhe noticed that the box containing the radio under her bed had been moved, and he couldn't help but frown again and asked, "Have you sent a message again?"

"It happened once at eight o'clock. What's the matter?" Chen Xiangling asked.

Zhang Yunhe said, "Don't send messages too frequently. The Japanese have radio signal detection vehicles. Although we are in the French Concession, we are not far from the Chinese Concession. The Japanese radio signal detection vehicles may not be able to get in, but their detection range may cover here. If you send messages so frequently, once the detection vehicle locks on us, we will be in danger!"

"Radio signal detection vehicle? What is that?" Chen Xiangling asked.

Zhang Yunhe explained, "It's an instrument for monitoring radio station signals. Installed on a vehicle, it can monitor signals from radio stations within a certain range on both sides of the street at any time. Of course, this thing has only been out for a short time, so it's normal that you don't know about it. If your transmission time exceeds five minutes and is within its monitoring range, it can determine your approximate range!"

Chen Xiangling couldn't help but feel a little scared when she heard this, "Is that thing really that powerful?"

"Of course, you think I'm scaring you?"

"How did you know?" Chen Xiangling asked.

Zhang Yunhe sneered, "Hey, this is so new! I deal with foreigners every day, how could I not know? The radio signal detection vehicle was originally invented by foreigners, and the Japanese later copied it. What we think is new is commonplace over there. In fact, many of their products have been eliminated by new technological products, so they bring the obsolete products to us to sell!"

Zhang Yunhe's words had a great impact on Chen Xiangling. She didn't expect that the West had become so advanced.

Chen Xiangling said, "I understand. From now on, I will send fewer messages and try to shorten the time it takes each time!"