Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

In the evening, Zhang Yunhe returned to Chen Xiangling's house carrying a lunch box.

As soon as I entered the house, Chen Xiangling said, "The patrolmen have been here, and just as you expected, they are either dressed as Japanese soldiers, or they are under pressure from the Japanese soldiers and have come here specifically to check the household registration and tenants!"

Zhang Yunhe put the lunch box on the table and asked, "Looks like you managed it!"

"Yes, Mrs. Luo told them that I had tuberculosis. There was a strange smell mixed with the smell of medicine in the room. They didn't even dare to enter the door. They just asked a few questions casually outside, and then left as if they were escaping!" Chen Xiangling said with a slightly happy and relaxed tone.

Zhang Yunhe opened the lunch box and said, "Don't be too happy too soon. The Japanese radio detection vehicle hasn't left yet. Let's eat!"

"It's better if they don't come again. They won't find anything if they do!" Chen Xiangling said as she lifted the quilt, got out of bed and slowly walked to the table.

Zhang Yunhe took out the dishes and rice and placed them on the table. He handed Chen Xiangling a pair of chopsticks and asked, "Are you feeling better today?"

Chen Xiangling took the chopsticks and nodded. "Much better. I've regained some strength. I think I should be able to move around normally in three or four days!"

Zhang Yunhe used chopsticks to pick up the white rice in the bowl, picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork and put it into his mouth. "What are your plans after your injury heals?"

"Of course I will follow the organization's arrangements and continue to engage in underground work. Wait...what do you mean?" Chen Xiangling reacted as she spoke. She realized that Zhang Yunhe's implication was that he didn't want her to live here anymore.

Zhang Yunhe said: "Nothing, let's eat!"

The two of them finished the dinner together, each with their own thoughts.

"No need to wash the dishes. Wait for me to pour out the remaining soup, pile it in the food box and take it back to the restaurant for them to wash themselves!"

Zhang Yunhe was smoking by the window. After a moment's thought, he pulled a package from his pocket, walked over to the table, and placed it in front of Chen Xiangling. He said, "Here are the gold bars, dollars, French currency, and two deposit certificates I found in your apartment that night. I'm returning them to you!"

Chen Xiangling looked at the package and said coldly, "Since I agreed to give them to you as payment for bringing back the radio, code book, and confidential information, these things are yours!"

"You're broke now. How are you going to live after you recover? You don't expect me to support you and bring you meals every day, do you? Take this money back. I don't want to be known as someone who took advantage of others. Besides, if I take this package, I won't be able to explain to Huilan!"

At this point, Chen Xiangling had no choice but to say, "Alright, thank you for your kindness on my behalf. When we win one day, I'll definitely repay you tenfold or a hundredfold! I'm sorry for causing you trouble these past few days, but I have to stay here for a few more days. Once I feel better, I'll go out and rent a place!"

"That's fine. As long as you're not afraid of being found by the Japanese spies, you can stay as long as you want!"

After Zhang Yunhe finished speaking, he carried the lunch box downstairs.

He had just returned to his room and was about to take a shower when there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" He walked behind the door and took out a machine gun from the backpack space and asked.

"Mr. Zhang, it's me, Mrs. Luo. I have something to tell you!" The landlord Mrs. Luo's delicate voice came from outside the door.

Zhang Yunhe put away his machine gun and just opened the door when Mrs. Luo slid into the room as smoothly as a loach.

After sticking his head out and looking around, Zhang Yunhe quickly closed the door and turned to Mrs. Luo and said, "You're so brave! It's not even dark yet. If someone sees us... I don't want to be put in a pig cage!"

"Puchi - you mean the countryside, right? There are no pig cages here anymore!" Mrs. Luo couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Yunhe took off his suit and hung it on the hanger. He picked up the bottle of red wine and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Mrs. Luo walked behind him and held him tightly with her arms. "What do you think?"

He turned around, holding two glasses of wine, and handed one to her: "How would I know if you don't tell me? Women's minds are the hardest to guess!"

Mrs. Luo took the wine glass and said shyly, "Keep pretending!"

The two clinked glasses, and Zhang Yunhe took a sip and asked, "Aren't you afraid that Mr. Luo will find out and come in and catch us red-handed?"

"Hmph, that bastard went to live with the woman he kept outside. I don't care about him. He'd better die out there and never come back!" Mrs. Luo said angrily after taking a sip of wine.

A few minutes later, the two began to do a four-wheel alignment.

At the critical moment, Mr. Luo's voice came from outside: "Rockley, Rockley, where the hell have you been? Rockley?"

Zhang Yunhe stopped and turned to look in the direction where the sound came from.

"Don't worry about him, don't stop!" Mrs. Luo was sweating profusely and panting as she urged in a low voice.

Zhang Yunhe had no choice but to continue with the four-wheel alignment.

"Mr. Luo, I saw Mrs. Luo playing mahjong in the teahouse this afternoon. I don't know if they have finished now!" A woman's voice came from outside. It was a tenant here.

"Oh, I see. I'll go look for it in the teahouse now. Thank you, Mrs. Huang!"

"No need to thank Mr. Luo!"

Halfway through, Mr. Luo came back from the teahouse and shouted Mrs. Luo's name in the alley for several minutes. After getting no response, he cursed a few words and went back to the house.

When they were almost done smoking, Zhang Yunhe patted Mrs. Luo and said, "I have to go out and visit some old friends!"

"Okay, I got it!" Mrs. Luo agreed, and after several minutes she slowly and weakly got up and put on her clothes.

Mrs. Luo washed up in the bathroom and dressed again before opening the door and looking around. Then she sneaked through the alley, opened the door with her key and entered her home.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yunhe quietly walked out the door.

It had been dark for more than an hour at this time, and there were still many pedestrians and vehicles on the street.

Zhang Yunhe adjusted his top hat with his hand, got into the car's cab, started the car, and took out Chen Xiangling's radio transmitter from his backpack and placed it on the passenger seat.

Soon after the car drove onto the street, he turned on the radio and looked at the frequency knob. He thought about it and then randomly pressed the sending button with his hand while driving. Suddenly, a ticking sound of sending messages came from the car.

In the alley, on the radio detection vehicle, a spy wearing headphones was yawning boredly. Suddenly, the red light on the instrument came on, and he immediately shouted, "Sending! Sending again!"

The other agents in the car immediately started working.

"Huh? The radio signal is gradually weakening. What's going on?" a spy asked in confusion.

The other spies were also confused.

At this time, one of the agents seemed to have thought of something and shouted, "I know, the other party is using mobile transmission. He is in a car and is moving away from us, so the signal will gradually weaken!"

The captain immediately shouted: "Driver, drive to the street!"