Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"I, I don't know. I followed the General's instructions to arrange the military police to accompany the army tomorrow. When I came back, the General was obviously not restrained. The General has a heart disease and probably did not take the medicine in time!" Adjutant Taniguchi stammered and finished his words.

After hearing what Taniguchi said, dozens of officers and soldiers inside and outside the infirmary fell silent, and no one spoke.

After two minutes, a colonel asked the doctor, "Doctor Kitahara, what exactly caused the general's death? Can you give an accurate conclusion?"

A Japanese doctor in his thirties pushed up his glasses and said, "To reach an accurate conclusion, an autopsy is necessary, but the headquarters medical office doesn't have the facilities for that. We have to send the body to the nearby Army Hospital!"

"So what do you think? As a doctor who participated in the rescue, you should have your own guesses and conclusions, right?" The colonel officer had no intention of letting the doctor go.

The middle-aged doctor had no choice but to say, "Based on the symptoms the general gave you before he died, in my experience it should be a heart attack. Perhaps he was too excited, or he was too stimulated, or he didn't take the medicine in time, but there may be other reasons. I dare not make a hasty judgment!"

The colonel thought for a moment and said, "I'll call the dispatched army headquarters to report this!"

After saying that, he turned and left the infirmary. The other officers and soldiers did not leave.

The two doctors found a piece of white cloth and covered Saburo Miura's body.

After confirming that Saburo Miura was dead, Zhang Yunhe, who was hiding under the pillar outside the infirmary, sneaked back to Saburo Miura's office, opened the drawer, replaced the original pills, and washed the teacups before leaving.

The military police headquarters still took Saburo Miura's body to the Army Hospital for an autopsy.

Watching the car carrying the corpse speed away from the gendarmerie headquarters, Zhang Yunhe, who was standing under a nearby big tree, slowly revealed his figure, took off the shoe covers wrapped around his shoes and threw them into the trash can. These were specially prepared to prevent leaving footprints.

In fact, it was very easy for Zhang Yunhe to kill Miura Saburo, and it was also easy to disguise his suicide, but doing so would leave traces and easily arouse suspicion.

The possibility of being detected for drug use will be greatly reduced. First of all, if a heart patient takes large doses of drugs to prevent arrhythmia, there is a high probability that the patient will suffer cardiac arrest or sudden death. This medical discovery was not known at the time.

Even if an autopsy and blood test were performed on Saburo Miura's body, the real cause of death would probably not be found. The autopsy would only reveal that the patient died of cardiac arrest.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yunhe arrived at the Paramount.

The dock warehouse manager who had been waiting at the Paramount found him and took away the warehouse key.

As you enter the Paramount, you are greeted by a wave of warmth and a cheerful atmosphere.

On the stage, a singer wearing a white floral cheongsam and a mink vest on her shoulders sang passionately while holding the microphone support pole. In the dance floor, many couples hugged each other and danced. The gorgeous rolling and swaying lights made the atmosphere very ambiguous and charming.

Zhang Yunhe spotted his target with just a glance: in the middle of the dance floor, a major in US military uniform was hugging a young white woman and whispering in her ear.

Zhang Yunhe found a table and sat down. A waiter immediately came over, bent over with one hand behind his back, and asked, "What would you like to drink, sir?"

Zhang Yunhe took out a banknote and handed it to the waiter as a tip, saying, "Give me a glass of brandy, and a plate of melons, dried fruits, and snacks!"

"Okay sir, please wait!"

The target was still dancing when the wine, fruits and snacks ordered by Zhang Yunhe arrived.

After a while, the song was over and the American major reluctantly parted with the white young woman. As soon as he walked out of the dance floor, he saw someone waving and greeting him.

He walked over and saw that it was an old friend.

"Hey, Zhang, why are you here tonight? What did that tigress in your family ask you to come out?" American Major James asked with a smile as he pulled out a chair and sat down beside the stage.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I came here today to catch up with you. How have you been recently?" Zhang Yunhe said while gesturing to the waiter.

James sighed and said, “Zhang, my friend, I may have to leave here and return home!”

At this time, the waiter came over and Zhang Yunhe asked James: "What would you like to drink? It's my treat!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" James said politely, turning to the waiter and saying, "Give me a glass of red wine!"

"Good sir!"

Zhang Yunhe asked James, "Why are you returning home? Is it because your overseas assignment is over, or is it because your military service is over and you're retiring?"

"I'm going to retire, and I have to!" James said helplessly.

"Why? You are a major. You shouldn't retire so early, right?" Zhang Yunhe asked in confusion.

"It's nothing. I just slept with the counselor's wife, but she was the one who took the initiative. It really has nothing to do with me. But that damn counselor kept harping on about it, and the higher-ups had no choice but to make me retire!" James said with a shrug.

Zhang Yunhe was stunned. "Oh my god, you only slept with the counselor's wife? And she initiated it. Does that mean you have no fucking responsibility at all? What a strange idea!"

Zhang Yunhe was quite speechless and could only get straight to the point: "So what are you going to do after you retire and return to China?"

James spread his hands and said, "I haven't made up my mind yet! To be honest, I really don't want to leave here. This is simply paradise on earth!"

Damn it, this place is of course a paradise on earth for foreigners like you, you bastards!

Zhang Yunhe leaned forward and asked, "Are you interested in doing business together?"

"What business?" James asked with interest.

Zhang Yunhe said, "As for the arms business, I just don't know if you dare to do it!"

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just that I don't have the capital, and the arms business is small-scale and doesn't make much money. Besides, our American arms are not very popular here. Your army still prefers German products more!" James shrugged.

Zhang Yunhe said, "You're only talking about general circumstances. If we can't procure German goods, our army can also use other brands of ammunition. Don't you know that we're known as the international market?"

"You have a military background. After returning to China, you can work as a salesperson for a weapons manufacturing company, or you can become a middleman. I can assure you that as long as you can get weapons, even fighter jets and warships, I will take them all. The price is negotiable!"

Zhang Yunhe was well aware of the difficulties the Anti-Japanese War would face in a few years. When the Japanese army blocked all sea, land and air transportation lines, the country would receive almost no external support for weapons and ammunition.