Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

In less than a cup of tea, the entire warehouse was empty, with nothing left.

It saves a lot of shipping costs and travel expenses. In two words, it saves trouble!

Zhang Yunhe did not contact Chen Yucai again immediately, wanting to give the old man some time to digest the situation.

After finishing his morning work, Zhang Yunhe did not go home. Instead, he drove the stolen Dodge car out of the city to the old place to practice shooting, boomerangs and python whips.

We didn't drive back until six in the evening. We made great progress in training that day.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the Sihang Warehouse with its bumpy walls on the bank of Suzhou Creek still stood in the hazy night, but there was no one inside and it was pitch black.

On the opposite bank of the river, by the bluestone guardrail, Ma Dazhi, wearing a coat and a top hat, was lying on the guardrail, smoking a cigarette.

He rolled up his sleeves from time to time to look at the watch on his wrist.

Two minutes had passed since the agreed time, and that damn red spider lily still hadn't arrived. Ma Dazhi couldn't help but curse in his heart.

At this moment, a leather-gloved hand was placed on Ma Dazhi's left shoulder, and a voice that could not be distinguished between male and female sounded from behind: "Sir, can I borrow a light?"

Ma Dazhi felt the hairs on his neck stand up and his muscles tensed. He didn't dare look back. If he looked back, God knew what the person behind him would do next. He stiffly passed the cigarette butt in his hand over his right shoulder.

Zhang Yunhe took the cigarette butt and lit it for himself, then handed it back and said, "Thank you!"

Ma Dazhi had never felt so scared and timid about meeting someone before. He didn't know why, but he took back his cigarette butt and swallowed secretly, saying, "There are instructions from above!"

"What's the order?" Zhang Yunhe asked.

"The chief has personally issued an order, ordering you to assassinate the military police commander Saburo Miura within a week!" After Ma Dazhi said this, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhang Yunhe's mind raced after hearing this, and he immediately understood the Jiangzhou Yuzuo's intentions. He taunted, "Let me single-handedly assassinate a high-ranking military police commander surrounded by heavily guarded troops. You really think highly of me, a member of a peripheral organization!"

Ma Dazhi couldn't see Zhang Yunhe's expression at the moment, but his own expression was very awkward. Anyone who knew the content of this instruction would know that it was incredible.

Zhang Yunhe thought of something: "I guess you have already verified the three plans. How are the results?"

"We've confirmed Project Mole. We've also investigated the cause of death for Wang Daoyuan and Wu Xiaopeng, and it's completely consistent with what you said. As for the verification of Project Wind and Rain and Project Mist, we at Songhu Station are still unclear. No information has been passed down from above, and we've only issued this order!"

Zhang Yunhe puffed away smoke as he spoke, "I'll take this mission, but please tell that Yuzuo that I won't bother with him this time, but if it happens again, I'll hang his body on the roof of the office building for everyone to see!"

"This, this is not a good reply, right?" Ma Dazhi was so scared that his tongue was twisted. He really didn't expect that this person was so strong and dared to say such words to his superiors. Did he really want to die?

When he felt something was wrong, he turned around and found that the person behind him was gone, but there were pedestrians coming and going in a hurry.

After Zhang Yunhe and Ma Dazhi separated, they found a shared telephone booth on the street and called home.

The wife quickly picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Honey, it's me. I have a business dinner and won't be back for dinner!"

"Okay, I get it. Drink less and come back soon!"

"Well, I see!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunhe walked to a dark and deserted box, put on the left arm guard from the Iron Blood equipment, turned on the microcomputer, and performed a series of operations with his fingers.

A virtual image of the city appears above the computer, which is the three-dimensional virtual image of Songhu City.

Zhang Yunhe continued typing with his fingers: "Eastern Japanese Garrison Military Police Headquarters"

The three-dimensional virtual image quickly zoomed in and out, and the picture fell on a building in the western part of the city.

"It turns out to be here!"

Zhang Yunhe immediately pulled down his sleeves to cover the arm guard and the microcomputer, and took the stolen car out of the space. It was night time, so he didn't need to worry about being seen by the owner of the car.

He drove through the streets and alleys and soon arrived at the junction of the concession and the Chinese area. He took out his comprador certificate of a foreign company and was quickly allowed to pass through inspection.

Five minutes later, the car stopped under a big tree on the street. Zhang Yunhe got out of the car, looked around, turned up his collar to block the cold wind, and walked towards the gendarmerie headquarters.

……

Zhang Yunhe originally thought that the gendarmerie headquarters was heavily guarded both inside and outside, but that was not the case at all. From the outside, the gendarmerie headquarters was indeed heavily guarded, with barbed wire and chevaux de frise at the entrance, and a squad of Eastern Japanese soldiers guarding it.

However, there was not a single sentry post inside the headquarters, and the military police stationed here were resting in the barracks at the back.

Zhang Yunhe, wearing a full set of iron-blooded equipment and holding a spear, circled back and forth in the military police headquarters several times in stealth mode. The East Japanese officers and military police inside did not see him, nor did they sense that a stranger had sneaked in. Iron-blooded Spear "I didn't even find Miura Saburo. Could it be that he has another place to live and went there after get off work?" Zhang Yunhe muttered to himself.

He thought for a moment and gave the microcomputer an instruction: "Learn the East Japanese language!"

He felt a sharp pain at the bioelectric probe on the mask, and then he felt that he had learned a lot of East Japanese grammar, words, and pronunciations, and articles in East Japanese appeared in his mind.

"It's so simple! The auxiliary learning function of this thing is really powerful!" Zhang Yunhe sighed as he took out a set of East Japanese Army Major officer uniform from the backpack space and put it on.

After changing his clothes, he just came out of an office with a folder in his hand. A few moments later, he ran into a Japanese major who was in a hurry. He immediately greeted him and asked, "Major, I am Tadanobu Okazaki. I just came from the 33rd Regiment to report to Commander Miura. I asked several people and no one knew where Commander Miura was. Do you know where he is?"

"Oh, you're from the 33rd Regiment? You've just arrived? Commander Miura should be having dinner in the restaurant right now. You can find him there!"

"Thank you, goodbye!" After Zhang Yunhe said this, he suddenly attacked, and the wrist blade instantly popped out and pierced into the chest of the Eastern Japanese major.

"You..." The major's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief. His body shook violently several times before he fell down.

Zhang Yunhe dragged the major, who was not yet completely dead, into the office and closed the door. After a while, the other party was completely dead. He put the body into the backpack space, changed into a full set of Iron Blood equipment and went to the restaurant.

In the restaurant, Saburo Miura, wearing a military uniform, was kneeling to eat. On the low table in front of him were eight small plates with a rich variety of dishes, as well as sake shipped from East Japan.