Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

How to escape from the warehouse became the most important issue in the minds of the two people at this time.

While the guard was racking his brains, the spy captain had already made a decision. He grabbed the guard's arm and pushed him out from behind the box, exposing him to the enemy, while he himself ran out.

"Ah——" A guard's scream came from behind.

The spy team leader couldn't help but turn his head while running wildly. He saw that the guard's head was entangled by a silver soft whip. His head fell to the ground in an instant, and blood gushed out.

This scene frightened the spy captain so much that his legs and feet went weak, his knees could no longer support him, and he fell to the dusty ground.

The spy team leader knew that he couldn't stay here, as staying here would only lead to death. He gritted his teeth, got up, and ran outside again.

Zhang Yunhe, who was hiding at the back, took out the Iron Blood Spear, pressed his thumb, and with a "clang" sound, the sharp spear head and a piece of steel pipe popped out. He took two steps, arched his body, raised his arms backward, and exerted force with his whole body in an instant, and the spear flew out with a "whoosh".

With a "puff", the spy team leader who had just run to the warehouse gate was pierced through the body by the spear. The spear nailed his body to the ground, and a large amount of blood flowed from the wound from the spear and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yunhe showed up, raised his arm to turn on the microcomputer, pressed his fingers twice, and the virtual image of the warehouse appeared before his eyes. There were only corpses on the ground and a warehouse full of goods, and no living thing!

He turned off the computer, walked to the body of the spy team leader and pulled out the spear. The spear head and a piece of steel pipe retracted and turned into an iron rod, which he inserted into the equipment bag on his back.

Turning around and looking at the goods in the warehouse, apart from the 100 boxes of sulfa drugs he sold to Zhang Yaolin piled up in the southeast corner, the rest were large bags of cotton and bundles of cloth.

It seems that these cotton and bundles of cloth were purchased by Zhang Yaolin to make cotton clothing for the Japanese army.

Zhang Yunhe was not polite and put all 100 boxes of sulfa and all the cotton and cloth into the backpack space. After all, no matter how many items there were, they only took up one grid.

After just a few minutes, the entire warehouse was empty.

At this time, loud shouts and a lot of noise were heard from outside, as well as the cries of women and children.

"what happened?"

Zhang Yunhe immediately went out in stealth to check the situation.

I saw that the small group of Japanese soldiers who had been chasing them earlier were going door to door, driving all the residents, regardless of gender, age or status, out of their homes and forcing them to gather in the alleys.

"What are these beasts doing?" Zhang Yunhe walked under a big tree to observe the situation.

At this time, the residents of each household were driven into the alley by the Japanese soldiers. More than a hundred residents were panicked and frightened. The women held their children in their arms and hid in the crowd, while the men stood in front.

Squad leader Hechi Ichiro leaned on his command knife and looked at the group of people in half-familiar Chinese. He said, "Where did the bandits who just engaged the imperial army come from? Who are they? Which house were they hiding in? Can anyone tell me?"

Most residents had no idea about these things and couldn't explain them, but the landlords whose houses were rented by the Blue Shirts Society and other third-party forces were definitely afraid that the Japanese would vent their anger on them and dared not stand up and admit that they had rented the houses to others.

"What? You won't say anything? Or do you want to protect those bandits?" Ichiro Kawachi shouted angrily.

The people were frightened and there was a commotion, but no one stood up.

"Damn it, it seems like you won't tell anyone unless someone dies today! Come on, catch these two guys!" Kawachi Ichiro pointed at the two strong men in the front and gave a loud order.

Four Japanese soldiers immediately walked over with rifles and dragged the two strong men from the crowd to Ichiro Kawachi.

"If you two tell me, I won't kill you. Otherwise, I will kill you first and then enjoy your wives and daughters. Do you want to tell me?" Hechi Ichiro grabbed the collar of a strong man and shouted.

"Bah!" The burly man, whose collar was grabbed, spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Kawachi Ichiro's face and cursed loudly: "Damn little Japs, I don't know!"

"Damn, he's dead!" Kawachi Ichiro was extremely angry. He immediately drew out his Japanese sword and chopped at the strong man.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" of a gunshot.

A bloody hole instantly appeared on Kawachi Ichiro's forehead. He held the Japanese sword in both hands but couldn't chop it down. His body tilted to the right and fell to the ground.

"Ah--" The residents were so frightened that they ran away in panic, each running towards their own homes.

The other Japanese soldiers held their rifles in fear and looked for the person who fired the gun, but the gunshot was so sudden that when they looked in the direction of the gunshot, they did not hear any sound of the enemy.

"Bang" another gunshot was heard, and another Japanese soldier fell down.

Now someone saw the sparks coming out of the muzzle when the gunshot was heard and immediately shouted, "Over there!"

"Bang bang bang..." For a moment, all the Japanese soldiers opened fire in that direction. Even a Type 99 light machine gun in the squad was not willing to be left out. The trunk of a big tree was smashed to pieces and fell down in a short while.

"Bang" another gunshot was heard, and the machine gunner was killed. The other Japanese soldiers found that the gunshot came from another direction, and they turned their guns and fired indiscriminately.

Less than a cup of tea had passed, and the Japanese army team that originally had more than 30 people was now reduced to only 6 people.

Boundless fear enveloped the hearts of the only six remaining Japanese soldiers. The enemy hid in the darkness and killed them mercilessly, but they could not hit the enemy at all and could only allow themselves to be slaughtered!

Finally, someone's psychological defenses completely collapsed. One person dropped his rifle and rushed out of the alley like a madman, shouting, "I don't want to fight anymore. I want to go home. I want to go home to find my mother."

This scene completely crushed the remaining five people. In fact, they had wanted to run away for a long time. Under such heavy casualties, an ordinary army could not withstand it at all. However, they were worried that they would be killed while running, so no one dared to run at the beginning.

Now that someone has taken the lead in running away, how can the others not run away? Are they not going to run here and wait to die?

But how could Zhang Yunhe let these beasts leave like this? He kept shooting behind them, one shot after another. After six consecutive gunshots, the fleeing Japanese soldiers fell one by one on the road.

Zhang Yunhe thought for a moment and turned back to the warehouse. He put all the bodies of the guards and spies in the warehouse who he had killed with cold weapons into his backpack and took them away. He couldn't let the Japanese know his background. Only by keeping it secret forever could he always form a deterrent.

It was almost 11 o'clock in the evening when Zhang Yunhe returned home. He opened the door with his key and saw his wife Liu Huilan sitting on the sofa in a daze, wrapped in a blanket.

"Why haven't you slept yet? How was your home visit tonight?" Zhang Yunhe closed the door and walked over to ask.

Liu Huilan turned around upon hearing her husband's voice, forcing a smile on her face as she said, "It's okay, but two of our students' families are really poor. They usually have to help their parents with chores and take care of their younger siblings. They simply don't have time to study at home!"

Zhang Yunhe sat beside his wife, hugged her and comforted her, "Everything will be fine. You...why are you shaking? No wonder you're wrapped in a blanket. Are you sick? Come on, let me take you to the hospital to see a doctor!"