Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Early in the morning, the streets are bustling with the sound of bicycle bells, rickshaw bells, tram horns and car horns.

The newspaper boy was waving his newspaper and shouting his wares, and the breakfast vendors on the street were also shouting their wares one after another.

Zhang Yunhe, wearing a long plush pajamas, yawned as he walked over to Ah Zhen and said, "Ah Zhen, four steamed buns made with sourdough, a large bowl of porridge, a tray of soup dumplings, and two fried dough sticks!"

Ah Zhen said without turning around: "No more, sold out!"

Zhang Yunhe pointed at the stall and said, "There are clearly still so many, how can you say they're sold out?"

"I said it's sold out, come back tomorrow!" Ah Zhen was busy collecting money, looking like she had no time to pay attention to others.

At this moment, a box of beautifully packaged perfume appeared in front of Ah Zhen. Ah Zhen's eyes lit up: "What is this?"

Zhang Yunhe smiled and said, "Perfume, French. I had to work hard to get it. It's for you!"

Ah Zhen's face turned serious again: "No, we are not used to using foreign things!"

"I'm really sorry for last night. I broke my promise. I originally agreed to invite you to dance, but unexpectedly a business deal came to me. It was from a French guy who was stupid and rich. Do you think I could not go to discuss business with him? If I didn't go, I wouldn't make a thousand dollars in one night!" Zhang Yunhe said in a low voice.

Earning a thousand dollars in one night refreshed Ah Zhen's cognition. She worked hard from morning to night for a month and only earned thirty or forty dollars.

Before she could say anything, Zhang Yunhe stuffed the perfume into her pocket, took advantage of her, and said, "Wait for me at the public telephone booth over there at 6: tonight. I'll take you to eat Western food, and then go to Honglang to dance!"

"Hmph, I'll forgive you this time. If you dare to tease me again, I'll..." Ah Zhen said as she gestured with the scissors used to cut braised pork intestines.

Feeling a chill beneath him, Zhang Yunhe quickly clamped his legs together and said, "Absolutely not!"

I thought to myself that I must never offend this woman in the future.

After returning to the house with breakfast, Zhang Yunhe ate with Chen Xiangling and started to move her.

Although she said she was moving, she actually didn't have any furniture or luggage. She simply moved Zhang Yunhe's bedding and luggage to the new house she rented, which was on the third floor rooftop of the building diagonally across the alley.

He laid out the sheets and bedding in the new room, took all her toiletries, and helped her cross the alley to the entrance of the building diagonally opposite. Then Zhang Yunhe carried her on his back up the stairs to the rooftop and to the new room.

"I have made the bed for you, so you should have a good rest. I will go to the department store to buy you some clothes and socks to change into! By the way, what size underwear do you wear?" Zhang Yunhe asked.

"what?"

"Underwear!" Zhang Yunhe gestured with his hands in front of his chest.

Chen Xiangling only realized what he meant by underwear when she saw him gesturing with his hands. Her face instantly turned red. "Don't buy that thing. No decent woman would wear that!"

Zhang Yunhe was speechless and said immediately, "Okay, since you don't want to wear that thing, just buy a bellyband! What size pants do you wear?"

"How should I know?" Chen Xiangling's face turned even redder.

Zhang Yunhe came up to look at her hips, causing her to quickly cover them: "W-What are you doing?"

"What for? I want to see how thick your waist is and how big your butt is, otherwise how can I buy you shorts?" Zhang Yunhe said as if he had no distinction between men and women.

"You, you hooligan!" Chen Xiangling said angrily.

"Okay, okay, I just took a look, and you didn't lose a piece of meat. Really, I know what size pants you wear!" Zhang Yunhe said and turned around and walked out.

Over an hour later, Zhang Yunhe returned with two bags of clothes, shoes, and socks. He dumped them on a chair in Chen Xiangling's room and complained, "Those female tellers at the department store looked at me like I was a monster. They've all been so worldly-wise. What's so strange about helping a woman buy clothes, underwear, shoes, and socks? What a fuss!"

"Puchi——" When Chen Xiangling heard what Zhang Yunhe said, a scene of him being stared at by a female cashier in the department store suddenly appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at? If it weren't for buying these things for you, would I have made such a fool of myself?

Zhang Yunhe was very unhappy. He took out a folded newspaper from his suit pocket and threw it to Chen Xiangling. "Here's the newspaper you asked for. Take a look. I have something to go out for. I'll be back before 1:00 p.m. to bring you lunch!"

After Zhang Yunhe left, Chen Xiangling immediately opened the newspaper and started reading.

It was not until she saw an article on the second page that Chen Xiangling became interested, because the article contained information passed on by comrades within the organization.

When she deciphered the information inside, she looked happy and a big stone in her heart fell to the ground.

Through this article, Lao Cui conveyed to her the information that Lao Xiong, the cook and the waiter were all alive, and that Lao Xiong had escaped danger and was currently recuperating at a secret contact point. However, Lao Xiong himself could not explain how he escaped danger. He was rescued by unidentified people and sent to the vicinity of Lao Cui's residence.

Lao Cui hopes that she can use the radio to contact her superiors to report Lao Xiong's situation and ask for further instructions.

Although there are still some unclear issues in the process of Lao Xiong's escape, Chen Xiangling is no longer worried about his life safety. Screening and investigation are inevitable. This is a hurdle that any comrade who has been arrested must go through. She also believes that Lao Xiong can withstand the test and the investigation!

After reading the newspaper, Chen Xiangling thought for a while, then she threw back the quilt, struggled to get out of bed, put on her shoes, and dragged out the box containing the radio from under the bed.

After she put the radio on the desk, she did not turn it on immediately. Instead, she took out a pen and paper to draft the content of the telegram and revised it several times.

She remembered what Zhang Yunhe said yesterday: the Japanese Special High Technology Department had a radio signal detection vehicle, and the transmission time must be controlled within five minutes, otherwise it would be easy for the radio signal detection vehicle to lock the approximate area.

In order to complete the transmission within five minutes, the content of the telegram must be concise and short, but it must be able to fully and accurately express the intelligence content.

After modifying and confirming the content of the message, she took out the code book and translated it into a combination of numbers. After completing the translation, she took the watch off her wrist and put it aside.

She glanced at the time, then turned on the radio and quickly turned the knob to adjust to the corresponding frequency. Then she hit the safety button on the transmitter and started sending the message. Suddenly, a continuous ticking sound was heard in the room.

After pressing the last character, Chen Xiangling immediately turned off the radio and turned to look at her watch. The entire sending process took 6 minutes and 34 seconds, which was far beyond the 5-minute limit.

At the critical moment, let alone exceeding 1 minute and 34 seconds, even exceeding it by a few seconds could result in the specific location being locked by the Special High Technology Department's detection vehicle.