Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"Damn it, someone is attacking us from behind, hide quickly!" Mishima Yuu, the groom, saw someone firing a rifle at this side from the entrance of an alley diagonally across the street. He was so angry that he cursed and immediately hid behind another car.

Several other Japanese spies heard the shouting and found that their companions were shot one after another. They were so scared that they quickly found cover to hide.

"Shoot!" Mishima Yumafu, who had found a shelter and was hiding, shouted and fired a pistol in the direction of Zhang Yunhe.

Several other spies also opened fire at Zhang Yunhe.

Zhang Yunhe didn't even try to dodge, because the effective range of the pistol was only about 50 meters, and Mishima Yumafu and other Japanese soldiers were about 80 meters away from him. At such a long distance, the shooting accuracy and lethality of the pistol would be greatly reduced.

Zhang Yunhe used up all the bullets in his rifle and quickly loaded a new magazine and continued shooting. His rifle was equipped with a scope, so as soon as the Japanese spies showed their heads, he would shoot them in the head.

After three more Japanese spies were shot in the head, the remaining Mishima Yumafu and the other two Japanese spies were so scared that they dared not expose their bodies anymore.

Inside the small western-style building, Liu Wanxiong and his agents became suspicious after hearing the strange sound of gunfire, and they all looked out cautiously from the windows.

"Chief, it seems like someone is shooting at the Japanese spies from behind, killing quite a few of them. I see there are only three of them left. Should we rush out and join forces with the people outside to kill those three Japanese spies?" A Blue Shirts Society agent asked in a low voice after observing the situation.

Liu Wanxiong assessed the situation and immediately decided to lead his men to charge out and join Zhang Yunhe outside to attack the remaining Japanese spies from the front and back.

"Brothers, load your guns with bullets and follow me out. We must kill those three Japanese spies in one fell swoop. We can't delay any longer, or else when the Japanese military police arrive in large numbers, we won't be able to escape!"

"Yes!"

With a "clang", the door of the small western-style building was opened, and two Blue Shirts Society agents rushed out with guns in hand, shooting at the Japanese spies who exposed their backs to them. Several other people also rushed out under the leadership of Liu Wanxiong.

Due to the numerical advantage and the surprise attack from behind, Mishima Yumafu and other Japanese spies were unable to take care of both the front and the back, and were either shot dead by the Blue Shirts agents behind them or by Zhang Yunhe.

Mishima Yumafu wanted to drive away, but was shot in the head by Zhang Yunhe while getting into the car. The bullet penetrated his head from the back and exited from his left eye socket, and his brains splattered on the car door.

After killing Mishima Yumafu, Zhang Yunhe retreated back into the alley with a gun.

Liu Wanxiong rushed out of the yard with several of his men and saw that all the Japanese spies had been knocked down. They shot two more times at the two who were not yet dead.

"Hurry up and ask Mr. Liu and the child to come out and take their luggage!"

Under Liu Wanxiong's instructions, several Blue Shirts Society agents ran back to the small Western-style building.

Liu Wanxiong looked towards the alley where Zhang Yunhe was, but the man was gone. He knew that most of these Japanese spies were killed by this man who suddenly appeared. If this man had not attacked the Japanese spies from behind with precise shooting skills, it would have been difficult for them to escape.

He immediately clasped his fists toward the entrance of the alley where Zhang Yunhe had just fired his gun and shouted, "Thank you so much, brother, for your great help and life-saving grace. The Blue Shirts Society Songhu Station will never forget you!"

There was no response from the alley.

"Chief, who was that just now?" a spy walked up to Liu Wanxiong and asked.

Liu Wanxiong said: "It may be a member of the underground party, or it may be an unknown chivalrous man, who knows!"

"Why don't you ask the other person's name so that we can repay him in the future!" said the spy.

Liu Wanxiong raised his hand and slapped him, cursing, "You're fucking stupid! Who knows how many people are watching around here? If someone knows his identity and name, the Japanese will find out quickly. Do you want to kill our savior?"

At this time, Liu Xiande and his daughter came over quickly under the protection of the secret agents. Liu Wanxiong immediately said, "Mr. Liu, we have to leave immediately. If we wait until the Japanese military police arrive, we won't be able to leave!"

"Okay, let's listen to Section Chief Liu!"

The group quickly got into two cars, which rushed onto the street and drove away quickly.

At this time, Zhang Yunhe walked out of the alley, turned his head to look at the two cars going away, and seemed to hear the sounds of motorcycles and trucks coming from the other side.

He immediately ran to the street and saw the Japanese military police driving sidecars and trucks towards him in the distance.

"If we get caught up, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape!"

Zhang Yunhe turned his head to check the surrounding environment, and his eyes were fixed on several cars driven by Japanese spies to the gate of Huang Zhiwei's yard.

He immediately ran over, opened the door, got into a car, started the car and drove onto the street. He turned the steering wheel sharply and parked the car across the middle of the street.

Pushing open the car door, he got out, walked to the side of the car, leaned against the car body, took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

While smoking, he took out a heavy machine gun from the space in his backpack and placed it on the roof of the car. He loaded a long ammunition belt and pulled the bolt to load the bullet.

Green smoke rose from the cigarette butt, and Zhang Yunhe squinted his eyes and stared at the convoy of the Japanese military police coming towards him.

Before the Japanese convoy stopped, Zhang Yunhe held the heavy machine gun's control handle with both hands and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da... da da da..."

Tongues of flame spurted out of the muzzle of the gun, and the front three-wheeled vehicle and the three Japanese soldiers on it were torn into pieces on the spot, with broken limbs and a lot of blood splattering everywhere.

The three-wheeled vehicle behind was not spared either.

Next came a car, the front windshield of which was smashed immediately, and a large amount of glass fragments flew out and cut the Japanese inside.

The convoy stopped. The Japanese soldiers had high tactical skills. They quickly jumped off the trucks and squatted beside the vehicles, ready to shoot Zhang Yunhe.

But before they could fire, Zhang Yunhe saw them, moved his gun, and sent them to see the aunt.

The Japanese soldiers who jumped off the truck were knocked down one by one by the crazy bullets, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

The car sandwiched in the middle was also shot into pieces after the two sidecars in front were torn into pieces. There were bullet holes everywhere on the car body and no one inside survived.

There were still a dozen or so Japanese soldiers hiding behind the truck, not daring to show their heads.

It was not until Zhang Yunhe's heavy machine gun had used up its last bullet and the muzzle was burned red by the scorching heat that the Japanese soldiers dared to show their heads and shoot at Zhang Yunhe with the muzzles of their guns.

Zhang Yunhe took out a rifle and a box of grenades from his backpack, opened the alley, took out two grenades, pulled out the safety pins, and threw them in the direction of the Japanese devils one after another. After throwing them, he took out more grenades and continued to throw.

"Boom boom boom..."

The Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces and squatted behind the truck, holding their heads tightly and not daring to move, but there were always one or two grenades falling near them, and the shrapnel and cement debris caused them great casualties.

"Damn it, there seems to be only one person on the opposite side, how can he fire at the power of a squad?" A Japanese sergeant hiding behind a truck shouted.