Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 437: Solo Attack on the Pier

After hearing this, Zhang Yunhe pretended to be shocked and said, "What? Someone actually dared to do such a thing to the Empire. Who has such courage? Didn't the Imperial Intelligence Department receive relevant information?"

Akamatsu said, "Based on the traces found on some floating objects by the search fleet, the fleet must have been attacked. However, the various intelligence departments of the empire have not yet gathered any information on this matter. So, I want you to mobilize the intelligence resources of the police station to see if you can find any relevant clues!"

Zhang Yunhe immediately stated: "Don't worry, Your Excellency. I will definitely mobilize all the intelligence resources I can to investigate this matter. Once I have any news, I will report it to you immediately!"

"Yoshi! The higher-ups in the country are furious about this matter. If you find the relevant clues first, I will definitely commend you to them!" Akamatsu made a big promise.

After leaving the consulate, Zhang Yunhe sneered. "You want me to help you investigate? Isn't that like asking the murderer to catch the murderer? I'd be surprised if they could catch him!"

But we still have to do what needs to be done. Let's call the two deputy section chiefs of the political department over tomorrow and have them check it out.

Zhang Yunhe returned to Ishida's friend's villa and said to the bodyguards after getting out of the car: "Okay, you've all worked hard today, go and rest!"

"Hi!" The bodyguards left one after another.

Zhang Yunhe put the briefcase in the study, avoided the two servants and went to the rooftop alone. He took out the spaceship landing craft from the backpack space and drove the landing craft directly to Lin'an Wharf.

A few minutes later, the spacecraft landing craft arrived and hovered above the Lin'an Wharf. Zhang Yunhe turned on the scanner of the landing craft, and ultra-high-definition images of the wharf were displayed on the three-dimensional virtual screen.

The picture shows mountains of supplies piled up on the dock, all covered with tarpaulins, but there are no ships on the dock.

In the aisles crisscrossed with piles of supplies, Japanese patrols would occasionally walk back and forth on patrol.

"I didn't expect that in just three days, Yukawa Hidetake and his gang of devils had procured so many supplies. The value of these supplies is definitely not a small amount!"

Zhang Yunhe muttered to himself, and observed and studied the patrol time and route patterns of the Japanese patrol team. It took him half an hour to quietly land on an open space next to the dock.

After putting the landing craft into the backpack space, Zhang Yunhe put on the Iron Blood Warrior's equipment, and finally put on the Iron Blood mask. He raised his arm and pressed a button on the Iron Blood computer, and the whole person disappeared.

Two minutes later, a blurry human figure appeared on the roof of a house on the east side of the pier.

The watermark of the human figure flashed and disappeared.

At this time, Zhang Yunhe landed gently on the ground like a roc spreading its wings, without making a sound.

After waiting for a patrol team to pass by, Zhang Yunhe quickly leaped into the aisle where the goods were piled.

Stopping beside a pile of goods, Zhang Yunhe listened carefully. When he heard no footsteps or heartbeats, he felt relieved and pulled out his wrist blade to cut the rope on the oilcloth. He lifted a corner of the oilcloth and reached in.

"What are these soft bags of stuff?"

Zhang Yunhe muttered to himself, took out a flashlight, put his head into the oilcloth and looked down at the white cloth packaging bag. He used his wrist blade to cut the bag open and saw that it was filled with raw silk.

Next, Zhang Yunhe shuttled between the piles of goods to check what was in each pile. After checking one by one, he found that Yukawa Hidetake and his companions were purchasing raw silk, porcelain, tea cakes and bricks, cotton, jute, pig bristles, tung oil, unhusked rice and wheat.

Zhang Yunhe estimated that if the 15 -ton cargo ships were used to transport the entire dock's cargo, even if it was not full, it should not be much different.

"These supplies were purchased by Mitsui & Co., not the Japanese's military supplies, so the defense here is far less than the last time we were at the train station warehouse. It's a bit troublesome to get rid of these Japanese, but it's not difficult!"

After using the three-dimensional virtual image to observe the situation of the Japanese sentries and patrol personnel again, he found that there was no change. There were still so many people, and the positions of the sentries and the patrol routes of the patrol teams had not changed. Zhang Yunhe immediately took action.

Standing on top of a pile of cargo, Zhang Yunhe watched a five-man patrol team walking towards him.

With a thought, a long thin steel wire appeared in his hand. He was wearing tactical gloves and wrapped one end of the thin steel wire around each hand. When the Japanese patrol team passed by below and the last Japanese soldier came right below him, the thin steel wire fell and was wrapped around the Japanese soldier's neck.

Zhang Yunhe pulled upwards with both hands, and the steel wire instantly wrapped around the Japanese soldier's neck and pulled him up.

The Japanese soldier with the noose around his neck couldn't even scream. He tried to use his fingers to dig in to remove the noose, but he couldn't get his hands in at all. The wire was too thin and was embedded in his skin under the strong pull.

"Ugh!" The Japanese soldier opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and struggled hard, kicking his legs wildly. By the time he was pulled to the top of the pile of goods, he was already dead.

Zhang Yunhe put the corpse and rifle into the backpack, flew down from the top of the cargo pile and landed gently on the ground without making a sound. He then rushed towards the remaining four Japanese soldiers in the patrol team.

The last Japanese soldier seemed to feel a whistling sound behind him, and he turned back to check involuntarily. Zhang Yunhe, who was about to reach behind him, raised his hand and pushed hard. With a click, the Japanese soldier's neck was instantly broken and his body fell to the side.

The three Japanese soldiers in front heard the sound of broken cervical vertebrae behind them and turned around to pick up their guns.

Zhang Yunhe instantly raised his leg and gave a fierce side kick. The powerful force kicked the first Japanese soldier away and knocked the two Japanese soldiers behind him to the ground and pressed them together.

With a clear metallic sound of "clang", the iron-blooded long hair appeared in the leaping Zhang Yunhe's hand and stretched out to bounce away.

With a "puff", the long hair pierced into the chest of the Japanese soldiers on the ground, piercing three of them in a row and nailing them firmly to the ground.

The three Japanese soldiers were spitting blood, veins bulging on their foreheads, and their eyes bulged out. After struggling for a few times, they collapsed and became completely motionless.

Zhang Yunhe pressed the retractable switch on the spear with his finger, and the spear instantly retracted from the three corpses.

He squatted down and waved his left hand over the corpses. The three corpses and the rifle disappeared in an instant. Then he turned around and put the next corpse and rifle into the backpack space.

After dealing with this patrol, there are still three patrols.

A minute later, he appeared behind a patrol team that had just passed by. As he followed behind, he took out the sharp steel whip from his waist and swung it hard.

The steel whip flashing with cold light swept across the necks of the five Japanese soldiers, cutting their necks neatly in an instant. Five headless corpses fell to the ground, spitting blood, and five heads fell to the ground and rolled.