Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

At this time, Zhang Yunhe had already touched the back of one of the spies. He quickly covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and instantly stabbed his heart from behind with the blade of his other hand. After the spies twitched twice, he put the blade into the backpack space.

He followed the same method and took care of the other two spies one after another.

At this time, except for the two spies at the stairs, Tomoya Kumamoto was the only one still alive among the spies in Group 2.

Feeling that there was no movement behind him, Tomoya Kumamoto turned his head and shone the flashlight over there. There was no one outside the door, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

"How could this happen? Where are the people? Hey, where have you all gone? Come in, do you hear me?" Tomoya Kumamoto shouted in a trembling voice.

What happened around him was so strange that he couldn't help but be afraid.

Zhang Yunhe was already standing behind him at this time, holding a Japanese sword in his hand and testing it against the back of his neck.

Kumamoto Tomoya turned his head back to take another look at the corpse. A flash of a knife appeared in his sight, and only the thought remained in his mind: "What is this?"

With a "puff", Kumamoto's head fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood spurted out of the headless corpse.

At the second-floor stairwell, the spy on the left looked overly nervous. He had a craving for a cigarette, so he pulled a pack from his pocket, lit one, took two puffs, and asked his companion on the right, "Do you want one?"

"..."

"Hey, do you want a cigarette?" the spy on the left asked with a frown.

Still no response.

My companion was clearly standing against the wall, but there was no electricity and the light was very dim, but I could still see him standing against the wall.

The spy on the left turned on the flashlight and shone it over, only to see his companion leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and bleeding from his chest.

"Ah--" the spy on the left yelled, and the cigarette he had just lit fell from his mouth to the ground.

With a "puff", the spy's scream stopped abruptly. He looked down and saw two sharp blades piercing his chest from behind. He died in convulsions.

Saburo Hirano, who was checking the body and the scene in an office on the first floor, heard screams coming from the second floor stairs. He immediately shouted, "Go and check what happened on the second floor!"

"Hey!" The two agents immediately ran towards the stairwell with guns in hand.

When they ran to the second floor, the person in front was tripped by the corpse and fell flat on his face. When he got up, his companion behind him was gone.

At this moment another spear pierced his heart.

Zhang Yunhe, who had killed two people again, shook off the blood on his spear and walked towards the third floor.

As soon as he reached the stairs to the third floor, Zhang Yunhe saw through the Iron Blood Mask that more than a dozen spies were standing densely at the door of an office, and several other spies were searching in the communications team's studio.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yunhe was so happy that he immediately put the spear back on his back, took out two Thompson submachine guns from his backpack, pointed them at the dozen or so spies outside the communication class studio, and pulled the trigger to fire continuously: "Da da da..."

The bullets in the magazines of the two submachine guns were used up in a few whistles, and the dozen or so spies in the corridor all fell in a pool of blood.

The Iron Blood Mask scanned again and found that there were still three people in the communications class's studio. Zhang Yunhe changed two Thompson submachine guns and walked slowly along the wall, trying not to make any sound.

The three spies in the communications class studio were also terrified at this time. When the leader of the third group, Jiro Maeda, shone the flashlight outside the door and saw corpses all over the corridor, and only two of his men were still alive, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"You two, go out and take a look!" he said to his two men.

"Captain Maeda, we, we dare not. We are civilians and we don't have weapons!" one of the spies said in tears.

Maeda Jiro was furious: "Baga, I just asked you to go out and take a look. I didn't ask you to engage in a shootout with the murderer. You can also pick up two guns. Go!"

"Hi!" The two could only agree and walked towards the door step by step.

When they got outside, blood was already all over the floor. The two agents bent down and carefully picked up a pistol each, stepping on the blood.

At this moment, a spear came in an instant and knocked one of the agents away. The other agent turned his head and saw that his companion had fallen to the ground. At this time, there were bursts of buzzing sounds. Before he could figure out what it was, his head was chopped off and fell to the ground.

The flashlights in the telecommunications team's workshop had been turned off. Jiro Maeda was so frightened by the scene just now that he didn't dare turn on the flashlight again, fearing that the murderer would find him through the flashlight's light.

Little did he know that doing so would only make him die faster. If he turned on the flashlight, he might still be able to see Zhang Yunhe, but if he turned off the flashlight, in the absence of light, he would not be able to find Zhang Yunhe at all.

Zhang Yunhe retracted the boomerang and spear, turned around and slowly walked into the telecommunications team's workshop. Under the scanning of the iron-blooded mask, he saw Maeda Jiro hiding under a workbench and shivering.

At this time, Jiro Maeda was closing his eyes and praying to various gods in his heart not to be discovered by the murderer.

When he prayed for the fourth time, a big hand suddenly grabbed his hair and dragged him out. He screamed in pain. Zhang Yunhe's right wrist blade instantly popped out and chopped down with force. Maeda Jiro's head was cut off like tofu.

On the first floor, Saburo Hirano had checked three offices and found bodies in each of them, ranging from one to three.

Unlike the second and third groups who acted in a concentrated manner, he divided his group into three small groups, each with five people, and searched separately, room by room from east to west.

"Why haven't the two people who went to the second floor to check come down yet? What exactly happened?" asked Saburo Hirano.

A nearby agent said, "I don't know. They haven't come down yet! Chief, I just checked the gate. It's chained shut, and there's something stuck in the keyhole. I can't find any tools to pry it open!"

Hirano Saburo also felt scared at this time. He asked, "Does this mean we are locked in this building and can't get out?"

"Yes, I just checked the windows of several offices. They all have steel mesh guards. Without the right tools, we can't get out!" said the agent.

Hirano Saburo said very calmly: "The murderer did this to kill us all!"

"Yes, the murderer must be hiding among us!"

At this time, fierce gunshots were heard outside: "Da da da..."

"Where did the gunshot come from?"

"The sound came from the third floor. It seems to be the sound of a Thompson submachine gun!"

The agent next to him looked at Hirano Saburo and asked, "Section Chief, shouldn't we go up and provide support?"

But Hirano Saburo said calmly, "No, we shouldn't go. Each team has sixteen people and more than a dozen guns. If so many people can't deal with the murderer, then even if we go up, it will be useless!"

"What should we do then?" asked the subordinate.

Hirano Saburo's mind raced, "Go to the door and call everyone over. Let's concentrate our strength and hold on. As long as we hold on long enough, reinforcements might arrive. Perhaps a patrolling military police officer will hear the gunfire and rush over to support us!"