Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 419: Substituting one thing for another

Leaning against a pile of straw, Zhang Yunhe took off his iron-blooded mask, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one and started smoking.

At this moment, a beam of light swept in through the glass from outside the warehouse. Zhang Yunhe was startled and immediately turned around and hid on the other side of the hay.

The light swept across and stopped at the place where Zhang Yunhe had just stood, and moved away three seconds later.

The Japanese sergeant patrolling outside saw that he had not found anything and thought that the light he had seen in the warehouse was either his own fault or the reflection of a flashlight, so he no longer became suspicious.

After turning off the flashlight, walk to the front of the patrol team and lead them to continue patrolling forward.

After taking a few steps, the sergeant stopped again, and the Japanese soldiers behind him also stopped.

The sergeant looked thoughtful. "Something seemed a little off just now. What was wrong? Let me think, let me think..."

Suddenly, the sergeant slapped his head. He finally remembered something was wrong. What he saw in the warehouse seemed to be fodder instead of cloth. He remembered that this large warehouse was clearly storing 20,000 pieces of cloth!

He immediately turned around, turned on the flashlight, and quickly walked to the window to shine the light in.

"Uh..." The expression on the sergeant's face froze, because what he saw were rolls of piled-up cloth, which were indeed cloth, not fodder.

"Baga, is it my eyes that are dazzling me?" The sergeant cursed softly, rubbed his eyes and looked again, it was still cloth.

"It seems that I was really too tired, so my eyes were blurry and I mistook the cloth for straw!" The sergeant muttered softly, turned off the flashlight, turned back to the patrol team and continued patrolling forward.

Zhang Yunhe, who was standing against the wall next to the window, breathed a sigh of relief. Without wasting any more time, he put all the cloth into his backpack and took out the fodder and piled it up.

He took out a torch that he had prepared long ago, lit it with a lighter, and then put the torch under the grass to light it. Then he went to other places to create a dozen fire points.

Without waiting for all the hay in the warehouse to burn, he went to the warehouse next door and also lit the hay with a torch, creating more than a dozen fire points.

The fodder quickly caught fire, and the temperature in the warehouse suddenly rose, with flames soaring into the sky and thick smoke billowing. After the Japanese patrols and sentries discovered the fire in the warehouse, he climbed over the wall and left as quickly as possible while the Japanese were in chaos.

Not long after, he was standing on the roof of a three-story building, watching the raging fire and billowing smoke from a warehouse not far away. The Japanese soldiers guarding the warehouse were running around in panic.

They looked everywhere for buckets and wooden basins to get water to put out the fire, but it was of no avail. The fire was too big and the temperature was too high. No one could get close enough to pour water on the fire. Before they could get close enough to pour water, they would be roasted by the high temperature.

In the end, a large group of Japanese soldiers could only stand far away and watch the warehouse being engulfed in flames.

Zhang Yunhe drove the landing craft back to Shanghai overnight, but did not go home immediately. Instead, he went to the telegraph office.

He planned to send a telegram to James, asking him to bring some monitoring equipment with him next time he came to China. It was not convenient to ask the telegraph company to send messages in broad daylight, so he could only do it secretly himself.

He did have a radio in his backpack, but this radio had low power and could only send short-distance telegrams. Although wireless transatlantic transmission had been achieved in 1902, transatlantic telegrams still mainly used submarine cables to transmit signals.

After some disguise and changing into another person's appearance, Zhang Yunhe walked into the telegraph office.

Although it was late at night, there were still many people on duty in the telegraph office, especially in the machine room, where several telegraph operators were sitting in front of the machines, chatting with headphones on.

At this time, one of the telegraph operators took off his headphones, stood up and said, "I'm going to the toilet, can you keep an eye on me?"

"Okay, go ahead!" several other colleagues agreed.

A young telegraph operator in his twenties was suddenly confronted from behind with a gun pointed at his waist after using the restroom. "Don't move, don't scream. If you make a sound, I'll shoot you in the kidneys!"

The young radio operator trembled all over and nodded quickly.

Zhang Yunhe whispered, "I have a telegram I'd like you to send out for me. Would you be willing?"

Damn, why didn't you tell me you wanted to send a telegram earlier? Why did you have to take out a gun and make it so dangerous? The young telegraph operator cursed in his heart and nodded hurriedly.

Zhang Yunhe took out a piece of paper and handed it to the young telegraph operator: "Take a look at the contents first and write them down. After all, your colleagues can't see the contents of this telegram. You don't want to cause trouble for yourself, do you?"

"No, sir, I will do whatever you tell me to do. Please don't kill me. I have a mother and a three-year-old child at home!" said the radio operator in fear.

"Don't worry, as long as you help me get things done, I won't make things difficult for you. But if you dare to play tricks on me..."

"No, I don't dare. I want to live!"

Zhang Yunhe remained silent and asked, "Have you memorized the contents of this telegram?"

"remember!"

"Okay, now we are friends. You take me to the telegraph room to send this overseas telegram in the name of helping a relative. When we enter the telegraph room later, you can introduce me to your colleagues as your cousin. Is that okay?" Zhang Yunhe asked with a smile.

"No problem, no problem, whatever you arrange, I will do it all!" the radio operator said immediately.

"Okay, let's go!"

The two men entered the radio room one after the other and saw a strange young man following their colleague, who all had puzzled expressions on their faces.

The operator immediately introduced him, "This is my cousin. He's here to send a telegram overseas. Please bear with me!"

Zhang Yunhe quickly took out a few packs of cigarettes and gave one to each person, and also took out some snacks, a pack of roast chicken and a pack of braised beef.

"Sorry for causing trouble to everyone, these are just a snack for everyone!"

Seeing how capable Zhang Yunhe was, his colleagues the telegraph operator all smiled and were very satisfied with Zhang Yunhe's performance. As employees of the telegraph office, many employees often brought relatives and friends to send telegrams using this relationship without paying any money, but this was the first time someone was so capable as Zhang Yunhe.

After sending the telegram smoothly, Zhang Yunhe left the telegraph office.

The next morning, after Zhang Yunhe had breakfast, he got dressed with the help of Azhen and went out.

Before James delivered the monitoring equipment, Zhang Yunhe had to find a way to obtain intelligence in other ways.

Now the two monitoring devices obtained from the Special High Technology Department are no longer usable. If they are used, they will be discovered soon. It is better to find a more reliable method.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yunhe had a goal. This time he planned to infiltrate the enemy. Although this method was very dangerous, as long as he hid well, left no traces, and was not caught, he would be fine.

Besides, even if he was discovered, as long as he was not killed on the spot, he would have a chance to escape using the Iron Blood equipment.