Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

After analyzing the artillery parameters again using three-dimensional virtual holographic images, Zhang Yunhe walked to the first mortar, picked up a shell and placed it on the muzzle. He took a deep breath, let go of his hand, and the shell slid into the barrel.

With a "bang", the shell instantly rushed out of the muzzle and flew into the sky, making a whistling sound while running.

Zhang Yunhe didn't even bother to look at the flight pattern of the artillery shells. Naturally, the Iron Blood computer recorded the trajectory with a three-dimensional virtual holographic image. He quickly walked to the second gun, picked up a shell and stuffed it into the barrel, followed by the third and fourth guns, until he walked to the eighth gun and stuffed a shell into the barrel.

One shell after another glided along a beautiful flight trajectory and landed in the yard of No. 76.

"Boom boom boom..." A violent explosion sounded, and balls of fire and thick smoke exploded, carrying with them a large amount of stone debris and soil.

The first round of test firing was fully presented in the three-dimensional virtual holographic image.

Rows of analytical letters flashed across the screen, followed by data recommendations for correcting artillery parameters.

Zhang Yunhe immediately debugged the artillery parameter correction data one by one according to the Iron Blood computer.

After debugging, he immediately stuffed shells into each gun barrel and fired all the remaining shells at once.

These shells fell one by one inside No. 76 and exploded, and a large amount of flames, smoke and dust rose up, and the smoke soon enveloped the whole place.

Inside No. 76, the spies screamed, some ran out covered in dust, and some limped out of the smoke in panic.

The Marines of Sound and Clown who were training on the street were now all scared and lay on the ground, not daring to move. The training had even stopped. The two officers leading the team were even lying in the pile of soldiers, scared to death.

"Bastard, bastard, who did it? Are you trying to demonstrate to us?" Police Chief Bao Daer lay on the ground, pounding the ground with his fists and cursing.

The clown marine commander crawled over and said, "Director Bao, I think this shelling wasn't aimed at us, but at those people in the yard across the street. Look, the shells are all landing in the yard and on the buildings. Not a single shell missed!"

Bao Daer looked up and saw that it was indeed the case. He couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahaha, these lackeys have finally met their end. They deserve it!"

The Marine Corps commander poked Bao Daer with his finger and said, "Commissioner Bao, you're the Chief of Police. Someone's shelling your area, and you don't send someone to investigate who did it and where the artillery positions are? Otherwise, if the higher-ups ask about it, how will you answer?"

"Yeah, I was so busy watching the joke that I almost forgot about the important thing!" Bao Daer slapped his head, got up and immediately gave an order, asking a team of patrolmen to search in the direction from which the shell came.

In the deserted yard, Zhang Yunhe immediately began to put the mortars back into the backpack space after firing the last shell. Then he immediately climbed over the wall to get out the car, got in the car and drove away quickly.

Driving on the street, Zhang Yunhe saw patrolmen running along the street with whistles blowing. He thought of something and suddenly felt a little regretful.

When the artillery was fired, I watched the shells hit the target location, the explosions tore the spies into pieces, and half of their office building collapsed. I felt very happy at that time.

But now... Zhang Yunhe thought that the consequences of this incident might be very serious, which might cause the Japanese to send troops directly to the concession to forcibly interfere with the public security of the concession, causing a lot of trouble and even life-threatening to all kinds of intelligence personnel hiding in the concession and the innocent people living here. He really began to regret it.

Zhang Yunhe took a deep breath. He realized that what had happened could not be undone. What he needed to focus on now was whether this bombardment would cause a devastating blow to the strength of Li Qun and Ding Mo.

As long as the enemy's strength is severely damaged through this bombardment, and it takes at least a considerable period of time to recover, it will not be considered a good intention leading to a bad outcome.

The concession police moved quickly, but Zhang Yunhe evacuated even faster. Just two minutes after he drove away, the police found the abandoned yard that was used as an artillery position.

Soon Zhang Yunhe drove away from the suspicious area, and the area was blocked by patrolmen who came from all directions, including streets and residential areas.

Someone was bombarding the concessions. This was a major event for the concession authorities. It was beyond their control. How could the leaders of the Concession Municipal Council and the consuls of various countries not be worried and angry? If they didn't investigate, what if a shell landed right next to them? Wouldn't it be too late to regret?

Inside No. 76, the dusty Ding Mo and Li Qun stood in the yard full of shell craters, looking at the dilapidated office that had half collapsed. They were both in tears and filled with grief and anger.

They finally broke away from the Blue Shirts Society and became a big boss on the Japanese side. They experienced so much danger and effort during this period. Only they themselves knew how difficult it was. Now they have become like this, and they don’t know the specific losses.

But no matter what, this is something they absolutely cannot tolerate!

Corpses and wounded soldiers were carried out from the rubble, and many broken limbs were also found in the rubble.

"How is the loss situation?" Li Qun asked with a stern face when he saw Gu Sixi, the head of the General Affairs Section who was in charge of counting casualties and losses, coming over.

Gu Sixi reported, "So far, we've found 21 bodies, 24 seriously injured, and 8 missing. They're probably buried under the rubble. We don't know if they're dead or alive. We can only keep cleaning up!"

After hearing this, Li Qun's mind was filled with anger and revenge. He raised his pistol and fired three shots into the air, shouting, "Blue Shirts Society, I, Li Qun, will never forgive you!"

No one disagrees that this was not done by the Blue Shirts Society. Given the underground party's style of doing things, they would not do that. So it could only be done by the Blue Shirts Society, and only the Blue Shirts Society had the strength to do so.

Ding Mo said to Gu Sixi, "Too much has happened today. The morale and mood of the brothers are a little low. Today is also the day for payroll. You should hand over the work here, go to the bank to withdraw the money, and pay the brothers first. Give everyone an extra month's salary!"

"As for the compensation and pensions for the injured and deceased brothers, we will make separate arrangements after this matter is over!"

"Yes, Director Ding, I'll go right away!" Gu Sixi agreed and left.

Li Qun then said to Ding Mo, "Brother Ding, we can't just let this go!"

Ding Mo asked, "What do you want to do?"

Li Qun said, "First, report to the Special High Technology Department and have them cause trouble for the concession authorities. We need greater authority in the concession and cannot continue to be suppressed by the police station!"

"Second, launch a frenzied revenge against the Blue Shirts Society. This time, you and I must be more careful about keeping secrets. I plan to personally lead the team to destroy several of the Blue Shirts' secret strongholds! We kept them around before because we wanted to keep a few trump cards in hand so we could show our face to the Japanese at a critical moment, but now we have to use them to strike a blow against the Blue Shirts' arrogance!"