Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

The remaining three Japanese soldiers had actually been scared out of their wits. Even Yamagata, who was more resourceful than them, fell down. Their psychological defenses completely collapsed the moment Yamagata fell down.

One of them pushed aside the villagers who were blocking his way and yelled frantically, "Come on, come on, come out! I'm not afraid of you! I'm going to kill you, peel off your skin, rip out your intestines, and use the fat in your belly to light a lamp!"

With a whoosh, a sharp arrow shot into his shoulder blade, and the pistol's spear fell to the ground. The pain made him scream miserably.

The remaining two Japanese soldiers were completely frightened. They broke away from the villagers and ran towards the village entrance, shouting as they ran, looking like they were scared crazy.

"Bang bang" two consecutive gunshots rang out, and the two fleeing Japanese soldiers fell to the ground. They were shot but not dead.

Zhang Yunhe deliberately did not ask for their orders, but simply made them lose their fighting ability. They lay on the ground and stretched out their hands to crawl forward, trying to escape from this terrible place.

The two Japanese soldiers with grenade launchers did not die, and neither did the last few Japanese soldiers, including the traitor Yu Dashui. They all lost their combat effectiveness and could not even lift their guns. This was all done on purpose by Zhang Yunhe.

Among the villagers squatting on the ground, a strong man saw that the traitor Yu Dashui, who had been wailing just now, had stopped shouting and was about to stretch out his left hand that could still move to pick up a pistol not far away. He immediately crawled over using his hands and feet and snatched the pistol away.

"Hurry up and pick up the gun!" the strong man who grabbed the gun shouted to the other villagers.

Several young villagers who had been ready to take action quickly grabbed the nearby guns to prevent the injured Japanese soldiers who were still alive from touching the guns.

The other villagers also stood up and soon seized all the guns in the threshing ground.

The villagers dragged together the injured but not dead Japanese soldiers, checked the other dead Japanese soldiers, and collected the belongings from the bodies.

An older man, better dressed than the other villagers and somewhat educated, shouted, "This time the Japanese invaders ravaged our Sangjia Village. Thanks to the brave man who came to our rescue, we were able to save our lives. I beg you to show yourself so that I and the villagers can express our gratitude!"

The old villager's voice echoed in the threshing ground, but no one responded, and no one appeared.

The villagers turned their heads and looked around, hoping that the person who had hidden in the dark and defeated the Japanese and saved them would appear, but after several minutes, no one came out.

The old village chief shouted to the villagers, "Kneel down, everyone, kneel down and thank the hero for saving your life!"

Upon hearing this, the villagers fell to their knees.

The old village chief shouted again: "Please show yourself, my hero!"

Several minutes passed, but there was still no response.

Seeing this, the old villager sighed and said to the villagers, "It seems that the hero is unwilling to show himself. He doesn't want us to repay him or seek fame. He may have already left by now..."

Before the old village chief had finished speaking, a young man among the villagers burst into tears: "My parents were killed by those damned devils. We didn't offend them. Why did they harm us? Why did they kill us?"

"I'm going to kill these bastards to avenge my parents!"

After saying that, the young villager rushed towards a seriously injured Japanese soldier with the rifle he had picked up, stabbing him with his bayonet while shouting.

With a "puff", blood came from the corner of the Japanese soldier's mouth. He held the bayonet that had pierced his chest with both hands and took his last breath.

"Ah, ah, ah--" the young man yelled and stabbed with his bayonet repeatedly, pulling it out, stabbing it in, pulling it out again, and stabbing it in again, until the little Japanese soldier's body was pierced into a sieve.

The villagers here all had relatives who died at the hands of these Japanese devils. The young villagers' act of revenge stimulated them. They thought of their relatives who had died tragically at the hands of these inhumane Japanese devils. At this time, they all rushed towards the injured Japanese devils with blood rushing to their heads and red eyes.

"Puchi, puchi, puchi..." The villagers rushed over and beat the injured Japanese soldiers frantically. They attacked the Japanese soldiers with the rifle bayonets and Japanese swords they picked up.

After a while, the bodies of these Japanese soldiers were covered in blood and flesh.

Some families had lost all their members, with only one person left. Still not satisfied, they pounced on the Japanese soldiers and madly bit their flesh and blood with their mouths, eating them raw and forcing them to swallow them.

Zhang Yunhe, standing by the threshing ground, watched all this silently. After a long time, he turned and left.

Not far from Sangjia Village, Zhang Yunhe went into a mulberry forest to change out of his Iron Blood equipment, put on casual clothes, and walked back to the road in the direction of the convoy.

When we returned to the convoy stop on the side of the road, several truck drivers were still repairing their engines.

A driver heard footsteps, turned around, and saw Zhang Yunhe returning. He asked, "Mr. Zhang, have you been to that village over there? Are there any Japanese soldiers harming the villagers?"

"That's right, we have to leave as soon as possible! How is it? Is it repaired?" Zhang Yunhe asked.

Truck driver No. 2, Master Liu, sighed and said, "The connecting bearing in the engine is cracked and needs to be replaced, but I don't have the part. I'll have to go back to the city to fix it!"

After listening to this, Zhang Yunhe thought for a moment and said, "How about this? Find a cable and have Master Chang's cart pull yours. This cart of raw silk isn't very heavy, so it shouldn't be a problem. The worst that can happen is it'll just take a little longer!"

"Master Chang, is there any problem on your end? If not, I'll give you some extra money!"

When Master Chang heard Zhang Yunhe say this, he quickly said, "Mr. Zhang, please don't embarrass me. Why would you charge me more for such a small thing? Even if you give it to me, I wouldn't be able to accept it!"

"Okay, then. I'll treat you to a drink in Shanghai later!"

So the masters immediately started to reinstall the engine of Master Liu's truck, and also found a thick rope to connect truck No. 2 with truck No. 1.

A truck of raw silk was not very heavy, so Master Chang's truck pulled Master Liu's truck very smoothly along the way. Although the speed of the entire convoy slowed down a bit, fortunately nothing went wrong.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, the convoy finally returned to Shanghai and unloaded the goods into the dock warehouse.

Zhang Yunhe invited the truck drivers to a restaurant for a meal. After the meal and drinks, he paid them the freight and then they went home.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yunhe appeared in a photo studio he often visited, pried open the door and slipped in. He stayed in the darkroom on the second floor for more than an hour and developed the photos of Japanese spies he had taken when he sneaked into the special agent department of the gendarmerie headquarters a few nights ago.

That night he stayed in room 709, which he had rented in a nearby foreign apartment.

The next morning, after he went downstairs to have breakfast, he drove a detour to Ziyunzhai Tea Shop as usual before going to the foreign company.

When he passed by the Ziyunzhai Tea Shop, he saw a sign saying that new tea had arrived. While driving, he raised his wrist and dialed the tea shop's number using virtual dialing.