Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

The call was hung up. Ma Dazhi's hands were too weak to hold the phone and he let it hang. His legs were no longer able to support his body and he sat down against the wall of the phone booth. His vision became increasingly blurred.

Three minutes later, Zhang Yunhe arrived at the rooftop of a nearby building in a spaceship landing craft. He got off the airship, went downstairs as quickly as possible and walked into the alley. Seeing that there was no one around, he took out a car from the backpack space and drove the car at lightning speed to the phone booth.

By the time he opened the door of the phone booth, Ma Dazhi had already fainted due to excessive blood loss.

Zhang Yunhe immediately carried him out of the phone booth and stuffed him into the car, then drove quickly to Santa Maria Hospital.

"Oh, my old friend, why are you here? Are you going to see me again?" Dr. Louis asked as he walked out of a ward and saw Zhang Yunhe carrying a person.

"Louis, I'm not the one who wants to see you for a medical consultation. He's a friend of mine! Hurry, he's been shot in the abdomen and is bleeding a lot!" Zhang Yunhe put Ma Dazhi down while speaking.

When Louis saw Ma Dazhi covered in blood, his expression changed. He immediately asked the nun nurse to push a cart. Together with Zhang Yunhe, he lifted Ma Dazhi onto the cart and took him directly to the operating room.

Five hours later, the lights in the operating room went out, the door opened, and Louis walked out with a tired look on his face.

Zhang Yunhe, who was smoking, immediately stepped forward and asked, "Louis, how was the operation?"

Louis took off his mask and said, "The operation went smoothly, but we don't know if the patient can wake up!"

"Why?" Zhang Yunhe frowned.

Louis sighed and said, "He's lost too much blood. If he can wake up before tomorrow morning, he should be out of danger. But if he can't wake up..."

Louis didn't finish his words, but Zhang Yunhe understood what he meant. He nodded and said, "Thank you anyway. I'll treat you to a drink tonight!"

Louis shook his head and said, "We can talk about drinking later. You should stay in the ward and look after your friend first!"

Zhang Yunhe stopped insisting after hearing what he said. He remembered that Ma Dazhi's identity was sensitive and that Songhu Station would probably send people to look for him everywhere, so he said, "Louis, can you arrange a more secluded ward and a dedicated nurse for us?"

"Also, if he wakes up and asks who brought him to the hospital, don't tell him about me. Just say that someone dropped him off at the hospital with a lot of money, and you carried him in for surgery!"

Louis thought about it and said, "Okay, but the cost is quite high!"

Zhang Yunhe immediately said: "Expenses are not a problem. As long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem!"

Louis smiled and said, “I like your tone of not being short of money!”

Zhang Yunhe was relieved after Louis was asked to pay more attention to Ma Dazhi's injury and a special nun was hired to take care of him.

There are still many things to do next, so Zhang Yunhe decided to observe the changes at Songhu Station first.

He analyzed that since Ma Dazhi had escaped, the special envoy sent by the headquarters would definitely contact Songhu Station and ask Songhu Station to make every effort to find out Ma Dazhi's whereabouts. Ma Dazhi's photo should be delivered to the hands of various intelligence agents in Songhu Station soon.

Even some gang members in Shanghai received a photo of Ma Dazhi. The Shanghai gangs have always had unclear relationships with the Blue Shirts Society. If Songhu Station wants to find someone, those gang members will not refuse to help.

Zhang Yunhe was not worried that the intelligence personnel at Songhu Station would find Ma Dazhi. After all, they had limited personnel, and were under the watchful eyes of the Special High Technology Department and the Military Police Headquarters. They did not dare to inquire about the news in a high-profile manner.

Therefore, the task of finding people can only be left to the gang members. The gang members are large in number and well-informed, and can find out information from all walks of life.

Things turned out just as Zhang Yunhe had expected. Haishe immediately contacted Wang Tianhuo, the new station chief of Songhu Station, and asked him to fully cooperate in finding Ma Dazhi's whereabouts.

Wang Tianhuo had no reason to refuse the special envoy from headquarters, but he couldn't send all his intelligence agents to find Ma Dazhi. He was the station chief of Songhu, and his main task was to collect intelligence and deal with the Special High Technology Bureau and the Military Police Command. It was impossible for him to use all his intelligence forces to find Ma Dazhi.

So he thought of using his gang connections and asked gang members to help find Ma Dazhi.

Just when all the gang members in Shanghai were looking for Ma Dazhi, the Special High Technology Bureau also received the news, and a photo of Ma Dazhi was sent to Tanaka Daiei's office.

"Chief, according to reliable information, this person is being searched for by the Blue Shirts Society's Songhu Station with all their might. They have also mobilized many gang members!" The subordinate reported to Tanaka Daiei.

"The person who is being sought by the Blue Shirts Society's Songhu Station with all their might must be a very important person. He may have been an important figure in the Blue Shirts Society or someone who has important information about the Blue Shirts Society!" Tanaka Daiei said after seeing Ma Dazhi's photo.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the phone and called No. 67 Daxi Road.

"Hello, Li Sang, I'm Tanaka Daiei. Please come to my office now. I have something important to discuss with you!"

"Hi, I'll be there right away!" Li Qun on the other end of the phone agreed, hung up the phone, and rushed to the Special High Technology Department with his bodyguards.

Not long after, Li Qun arrived at the office of Tanaka Daiei of the Special High Technology Bureau under the protection of bodyguards.

"Li Sang, come and look at this photo. Do you know the person in it?" Tanaka Daiei said as he handed over Ma Dazhi's photo.

Li Qun took the photo, looked at it, and then shook his head and said, "I don't know him! Mr. Tanaka, is there anything special about this person?"

"We've received news that the Blue Shirts Society's Songhu Station is desperately searching for this person, and they've even mobilized gang members to search. I suspect he must be an important member of the Blue Shirts Society, or he may have important information about the Blue Shirts and has escaped. So, we must find him before the Blue Shirts do!"

Upon hearing this, Li Qun said, "I really don't know this person. If he's from the Blue Shirts Society, it's normal for me not to recognize him. After all, the Blue Shirts and I weren't from the same family before, so many people haven't seen him!"

Tanaka Daiei didn't care and said, "Li Sang, mobilize your people and let's find this person together!"

"Hi!" Li Qun agreed immediately. Of course, he could only follow his master's instructions.

In the early morning of the next day, when it was just getting light, Ma Dazhi finally woke up after wandering at the gates of hell all night.

"You're awake. I'll go call the doctor on duty!" the nurse said immediately after seeing Ma Dazhi wake up.

Ma Dazhi immediately reached out and tugged at the nurse's clothes and asked, "Where is this?"

"Sir, this is a hospital!" said the nurse.

"Who sent me here?"

"I don't know. When we found you, you were lying in front of the hospital door covered in blood!"

Five days later, on the morning of the same day, Ma Dazhi was walking slowly in the corridor when a nurse came up to him and called out, "Mr. Ma, there's a call from the nurses' desk looking for you!"

Ma Dazhi's heart moved when he heard this, and he had already guessed it. When he went to the nurse's station and answered the phone and heard the metallic voice, he confirmed that the person calling was Higanbana.

"How is your recovery?" Zhang Yunhe asked on the phone.

Ma Dazhi replied: "I can now get out of bed and walk. I owe you my life this time!"

"You don't owe me anything. You gave me a message and I saved your life. We owe each other nothing!"

Zhang Yunhe changed the subject after he finished speaking: "Now you and I are both wandering ghosts. What are your plans for the future?"