Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

That night, Zhang Yunhe traded 20 medium tanks to Chen Yucai, each selling for 10 yuan, a total of million yuan. This time, Zhang Yunhe did not give Chen Yucai a preferential price.

On the one hand, considering that Young Master Gong is watching, if Chen Yucai is given a discount, Young Master Gong will definitely also give a discount, or even a bigger discount.

On the other hand, Zhang Yunhe also has to guard against situations where "a little bit of rice is a favor, a big bit of rice is a grudge". For long-term partners, he can consider discounts, but he cannot give them away for free without any bottom line.

Although Zhang Yunhe did not spend any money on this batch of goods, he had to treat it as if he had spent a considerable amount of money to get it from special channels.

As for whether the Japanese would find out about selling tanks and weapons to Young Master Gong, Zhang Yunhe was not worried at all. Even if the Japanese knew about it, it was basically impossible for them to get close to Young Master Gong and find out the information.

As long as Young Master Gong doesn't speak, the Japanese won't be able to find anything on him.

Besides, the Japanese were defeated and a lot of weapons and ammunition were seized. They might not find out that the weapons and ammunition in the hands of the Jiangzhou Army were taken from their military supply warehouses.

"Brother Chen, 20 medium tanks, not one less. Why don't you send someone to check to see if there is any problem? If there is any problem after the goods leave the dock, I will not be responsible!" Zhang Yunhe said to Chen Yucai when delivering the goods.

Chen Yucai smiled and said, "These tanks are all new. Even if there is a problem, it can't be your fault, it can only be the manufacturer's problem. And I believe these tanks can be driven and can be used in combat!"

After the transaction was completed and Chen Yucai was seen off, Zhang Yunhe also drove away from the freight terminal.

The car drove slowly on the road. Zhang Yunhe put on the Iron Blood mask and raised his left arm to open the three-dimensional virtual holographic image. The Iron Blood computer immediately searched for the location and phone number of the Air Force Headquarters according to his instructions.

Only a second later, a real-life aerial view appeared on the screen, with red spots flashing in one place.

Zhang Yunhe stretched out his finger and clicked on the red light spot. The picture quickly zoomed in, and a high-altitude image of a heavily guarded building appeared on the screen.

Rows of text flashed across the screen, and only three seconds later, a phone number appeared on the screen.

Zhang Yunhe immediately dialed the number using virtual dialing.

"Beep-beep... Hello?" A middle-aged man's deep voice appeared in Zhang Yunhe's ears.

Zhang Yunhe used a voice changer to pronounce: "General Zhou from the Air Force Command?"

"...It's me, where are you?" General Zhou asked.

Zhang Yunhe said, "General Zhou, don't be nervous. I'm an overseas Chinese. I've decided to donate 30 fighter jets and 20 bombers to China, but I don't want outsiders to know my identity, so I'm using this method. I hope General Zhou will forgive me!"

"Ah? You want to donate 50 planes? Is that true?" General Zhou said excitedly after hearing this.

Zhang Yunhe said, "Of course it's true. These 50 planes have actually been transported to the vicinity of Jiangzhou. Once I find a flat and convenient place to store them, I will notify General Zhou to quickly send someone to take over!"

"So, General Zhou, you have to be ready to take over 50 aircraft within one day! Okay, enough nonsense, General Zhou, please wait for my call!"

Zhang Yunhe hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

General Zhou on the other end of the phone was stunned. He didn't know whether this was true or someone was deliberately playing a joke on him.

He immediately picked up the phone again and called the exchange.

"Hello, this is General Zhou from the Air Force Command. Please help me find the phone number of the person who just called me. Where is this number from? I need to know immediately!"

"Okay, General Zhou, please wait a moment. We'll check immediately... I'm sorry, General Zhou, we can't find the number that just called you, and we don't know where the call came from because we don't have any record of you being called!"

"What did you say? You can't find anything? What's your job at the telephone office?"

General Zhou was very angry, but it was useless. The telephone company really couldn't find out because the call didn't pass through their line switching equipment at all, so the telephone company naturally couldn't find it.

The next day, Zhang Yunhe found a large piece of wasteland on the outskirts of Jiangzhou in the north, which was just enough to park 50 planes.

Late at night, Zhang Yunhe called General Zhou.

At this time, General Zhou was smoking and walking back and forth in the office. It seemed that he still had great hope for the phone call yesterday. After all, in the past six months of fighting, his air force had always been at a disadvantage in the battles with the Japanese fighter planes because of their small numbers. The casualties were huge and many pilots were sacrificed.

On the one hand, it is not easy to train pilots, and on the other hand, there are problems with funding. In addition, the Japanese have the control power, so even if the planes are purchased, it is not easy to transport them over.

"Ding ding ding..." the phone rang.

General Zhou's fingers trembled and he hurried to the phone. He hesitated for a few seconds before he mustered up the courage to answer the call. He hesitated because he was worried that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"Hey?"

"General Zhou, I said I'd call you and donate 50 planes to you. I mean what I said! There's a wasteland thirty miles north of Jiangzhou. There are 50 warplanes parked there, including 30 fighters and 20 bombers. If you don't want unrelated people to accidentally discover those planes, you should rush over with a large number of troops and seal off the area. No one is allowed to approach!"

"Then find a way to get these planes back to the airport. That's all I have to say. If you don't believe me, the farmers nearby will find those planes at dawn tomorrow. By then, the news won't be concealed. Once the Japanese get to know them, they'll definitely send people to destroy them. So that's it!"

General Zhou didn't come to his senses until he heard a busy tone on the phone.

He immediately dialed a number, and when the call was connected he immediately said, "Is the guard company ready?"

"Commander, everything is ready!"

"Okay, wait for me to come down and set off immediately!"

General Zhou hung up the phone and immediately went downstairs.

An hour later, General Zhou and his guard company arrived at a wasteland thirty miles north of Jiangzhou. When he shone his flashlight forward and found that there were indeed a large number of planes parked in the wasteland, he was stunned with surprise.

Even the guards who came with General Zhou couldn't help but open their mouths wide when they saw this scene.

“How did these planes manage to fly over and land here?”

Not to mention that the officers and soldiers of the guard company didn't believe that anyone could do it, General Zhou also couldn't believe that there was a pilot with such superb flying skills.