Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Looking at the deposit slip of $200,000 in the masked man's hand, Yang Zhicheng's pupils shrank, his face turned pale, and he asked dejectedly, "Brother, can you tell me which side you are from?"

Ma Dazhi said, "I am just a man seeking wealth. Which side do you want me to belong to?"

Yang Zhicheng asked again: "Brother, how did you target me?"

"You're just unlucky. I just happened to find out you were carrying a large sum of money abroad! As for you, there's no need to ask any more questions. If you don't hand over the withdrawal seal for this deposit slip and tell me the password today, I'll tear your body apart piece by piece!"

"If you know what's good for you, me, and everyone else, I'll naturally let you go after I get the money. But if you don't know what's good for you, and you want money over your life, and you won't tell me even if I kill you, then I'll have no choice but to sink you into the Huangpu River to feed the fish!"

Yang Zhicheng was really reluctant to give all the 200,000 US dollars to the masked man. After all, this money was his lifeline for the rest of his life. Without it, he would be a lost dog. But if he didn't hand it over, judging from the masked man's attitude, he would probably be dead.

As the saying goes, it is better to live a miserable life than to die. If you lose your money, you can earn it back as long as you are still alive; if you lose your life, you have nothing!

After pondering and weighing the pros and cons, Yang Zhicheng said, "If I give you all this money, I'll be penniless. I'm still being hunted, and without the money I'm definitely dead. Brother, how about this? Take me to the bank to withdraw the money, and we'll split it in half. How about that?"

"Nothing! Humph, you still want me to take you to the bank? You take me for a fool, you think I'm easy to fool? Tell me right here, where is the seal hidden, and what is the password?"

Yang Zhicheng said helplessly: "The seal is in the heel of my leather shoe!"

Ma Dazhi immediately walked behind Yang Zhicheng, took off his two leather shoes, dug a small hole in the heel of his right shoe, and took out a small seal from it.

"Where's the withdrawal password?" he walked up to Yang Zhicheng and asked.

Yang Zhicheng wanted to fight for it again: "Brother, I don't want half, just leave me 20,000 so that I don't have to live on the streets, okay?"

Ma Dazhi pretended to consider it, then said, "Well, since you seem quite pitiful, I'll leave you 20,000. Tell me, what's the withdrawal password?"

Yang Zhicheng said: "The sun sets behind the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea!"

"Fuck you, it's already this time and you're still reciting poetry to me. I'm going to stab you!" Ma Dazhi was furious and pulled out a sharp dagger to stab Yang Zhicheng to death.

Yang Zhicheng quickly shouted, "Don't do it, don't do it, I'm telling the truth, the withdrawal password is: The sun sets behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea!"

Ma Dazhi stopped and snorted coldly, "Humph, it better be true. If it's fake, I'll pull out all your intestines, wrap them around your neck, and hang you to death!"

The next morning, Ma Dazhi went to Citibank before going to work.

"Hello, I'm here to withdraw money!" Ma Dazhi arrived at the withdrawal window and handed over the deposit certificate.

The teller took the deposit slip and looked at it, then quickly stood up and said, "This is a large withdrawal. Please go to the VIP room!"

Arriving at the VIP room, the manager personally greeted us, offered us tea, and after checking our seal, asked, "Please tell me your withdrawal password!"

"The sun sets behind the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea!" said Ma Dazhi.

The manager glanced down at the record in the account book and said with a smile: "The password you said does not match the registered password. Please think about it again!"

Ma Dazhi's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes changed. He was very upset. He had known that it would not be easy to get the 200,000 US dollars from Yang Zhicheng, but he didn't expect to be fooled.

He quickly smiled and said, "Maybe I remembered it wrong. Let me go back and look through my notebook again!"

The manager's attitude was very good. He returned the seal to Ma Dazhi and said with a smile, "Okay, go back and take a closer look. We are always here to serve you!"

Ma Dazhi came out of the bank with a gloomy face. He called a rickshaw and said, "Let's go to the suburbs!"

"Ah? Going to the suburbs? That'll cost extra!" said the driver.

"Let's go, you can't miss it!"

When Ma Dazhi arrived at the abandoned chemical plant and went to the factory, he saw that the pillar where Yang Zhicheng was tied was empty, and there were several sections of cut rope on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Ma Dazhi couldn't help but curse: "Fuck!"

Ma Dazhi was very regretful and blamed himself for being careless. How could a person who could survive the pursuit of the Blue Shirts Society not have any tricks?

He turned around and left the abandoned chemical plant. Soon he returned to the city, found a public telephone booth and called Zhang Yunhe's emergency contact number.

A minute passed before the call was connected: "Hello?"

Ma Dazhi said with a guilty look on his face: "Yang Zhicheng ran away. He told me a fake withdrawal password. When I went to the bank to withdraw money, he somehow cut the rope and ran away!"

At this time, Zhang Yunhe was eavesdropping on Li Qun's office at No. 67 Daxi Road in his rental house, hoping to get news about Wangcai and Zhou Sihai from Li Qun.

After listening to Ma Dazhi's words, Zhang Yunhe pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I understand. You go back to work first. I'll let you know when there's news about Yang Zhicheng!"

"Okay! This time... I was careless!" Ma Dazhi said.

Zhang Yunhe was not angry at Ma Dazhi's carelessness. He said, "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunhe opened the three-dimensional virtual holographic image to search for Yang Zhicheng's location.

After a series of images flashed by, the picture froze on a three-story building in a row of houses. Zhang Yunhe stretched out his finger and pointed, and the picture appeared in a room. Yang Zhicheng was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, covered with a thick quilt.

"He's a cunning man, he's definitely rented this house a long time ago, or he must have bought it a long time ago!"

When Yang Zhicheng woke up again, he found himself back in the abandoned chemical plant, still tied to a pillar, but this time he was stripped naked.

"Awake? Run, let's see how you can run this time!" said the masked man angrily.

Yang Zhicheng realized that the masked man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary robber, and it was impossible for ordinary robbers to catch him.

"Who are you?"

The masked man asked, "Yang Zhicheng, why did you withhold some public funds and hide in the concession, and now you want to go abroad?"

"Are you from the Blue Shirts Society?" Yang Zhicheng asked.

"You don't need to know who I am. You didn't give in even under the torture of the Japanese devils. Why did you withhold public funds and plan to flee?" the masked man continued to ask.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhicheng sneered, "Withholding? Why don't you call it corruption? Profits and losses in securities and stock trading all depend on market conditions. The higher-ups sent me here to sell some securities to raise funds to fight the Japanese. According to their instructions, I was to sell on June 6th. I delayed selling the securities by one day, and I made an extra 16!"

“按照6月16日的价钱卖出，一共可卖得438万美金；而我在6月17日卖出卖得459万美金，我把438万美金上交，自己留下21万美金有什么错？这是老子凭本事赚的！”

"Just because of this incident, the higher-ups let the Blue Shirts Society hunt me down. Damn it! Those people up there are much greedier than me. They're blatantly greedy. I earned this through my own ability. Why are they hunting me down?"