Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"Send the message to them. What the Blue Society chooses to do is their business. It has nothing to do with us!"

At this point, Zhang Yunhe remembered what Matsui had said about the special envoy coming to Shanghai, and immediately said, "I have another top-secret intelligence. It is reported that the Japanese will send a special envoy to Shanghai in the near future. The envoy's name is Miyamoto Ryuzo, and he is of a very high rank!"

"Pass this information on to the Blue Shirts Society headquarters. If they're interested in this intelligence, I'll give them the details of this top-secret intelligence, including the number of Miyamoto Ryuzo's entourage, arrival date in Shanghai, where they'll stay, and their itinerary, for a price of ten thousand dollars!"

Ma Dazhi immediately became interested. "If they really send a special envoy, this information is worth at least 10,000 yuan! Okay, I'll contact the Blue Shirts Society headquarters immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunhe returned to the fabric store and played with his son for a while. When his son fell asleep, he said to Azhen, "I have to go out for something. Some foreign bosses want to meet them!"

Ah Zhen has some guesses in her mind about what her man does, but she is a woman who knows her limits and when to advance and retreat.

"I'll be worried if you go out at night. Come back early, I'll wait for you!" Ah Zhen said softly, holding the man's hand.

Zhang Yunhe patted Ah Zhen's hand and said, "Well, I'll be back before ten o'clock at the latest. If you want to sleep, go to bed early!"

After leaving the fabric shop, Zhang Yunhe drove to the Japanese residential area.

After so many years in Shanghai, Zhang Yunhe was not very familiar with the streets in various districts of Shanghai until he joined the Blue Shirts Society. After all, there were so many roads, streets and alleys, and who could know them all clearly?

After entering the intelligence community, Zhang Yunhe has become familiar with the topography, buildings, streets and alleys of every block in Shanghai in the past two years. He drives around the city a few times every week.

He knows exactly which block, street, or even alley a store has changed its owner, sign, or business, and the map in his mind is updated every week.

He even knew the secret halls of gang members who hid as deeply as rats and the places they frequently went in and out.

Hainai House is a high-end hotel used by the Japanese to receive high-ranking officials and generals. If you are not at a certain level, you are not qualified to go in and spend money there, no matter how much money you have.

The owner of this place is a retired Japanese officer named Sakashita Yuzo, who has a strong background and a complicated network of relationships.

As we all know, the Japanese navy and army have always been at odds and are sworn enemies, and this Sakashita Yuzo has connections on both the army and the navy.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Hainai's House and the surrounding shops were brightly lit. Diagonally across the street in front of Hainai's House, a black Dodge sedan slowly stopped on the side of the street.

Zhang Yunhe was sitting in the driver's seat of the car. Commander Chen's daughter Liu Yun had her own rescue by the Blue Shirts Society's Jinling Station, so he didn't have to worry about it. But he couldn't ignore the 17 girls on the list who were sent here.

It would have been fine if he didn't know, but now that he knew these girls were sent here for training and would be arranged to entertain customers, he wouldn't be able to get over it if he didn't take action.

Raising his arm, Zhang Yunhe opened the three-dimensional virtual holographic image of the Tiexue computer, and the three-dimensional virtual image above Hainai's house appeared before his eyes.

He stretched out his hands and tugged twice, and the picture immediately de-virtualized. The rooms in the building turned into squares, the walls turned into lines, and the people in each room appeared in the picture.

There are a total of 17 rooms for receiving guests, and there are people moving around in 14 of the rooms at the moment, but Zhang Yunhe knows that the women in these rooms are definitely not the 17 girls who were sent here two days ago.

Yuzo Sakashita must have trained these 17 girls in advance before he dared to let them receive customers. You have to know that those who come here for pleasure and consumption are all high-ranking officials. If anything goes wrong, he can't afford to offend them.

Those 17 girls must still be in the training period. It is impossible for them to be arranged to receive customers so soon. Moreover, they are to be used to receive the Japanese special envoys and their entourage. Sakashita Yuzo would definitely not dare to let others touch them in advance.

Under Zhang Yunhe's operation, the scene left the front yard where customers were received and moved to the back yard.

Soon, Zhang Yunhe found the location of the 17 girls. They were in three rooms in the west wing of the backyard, exactly 17 girls in total.

In other rooms in the backyard, there lived some women and the Japanese soldiers who managed them. There was also a patrol team of five Japanese soldiers patrolling everywhere in the backyard.

After getting to know the interior of Hainai's house, Zhang Yunhe looked at the situation in front of the door. There were 12 cars parked in front of the door, and each car had a driver.

There were five drivers squatting on the street playing cards and gambling, and seven more were watching nearby.

Zhang Yunhe touched his chin, thinking about how to deal with these 12 drivers. Only after dealing with these drivers could he enter Hainai's House with peace of mind.

He quickly came up with an idea. He first took out the Iron Blood Warrior's wrist blade claws and put them on his arms, then changed into the uniform of a Japanese major officer, put on a wide-brimmed hat, put on a cuff with a military police logo on his arm, and took out a Japanese sword and a pistol and put them on his waist.

He opened the car door, got out, and put on white gloves as he walked across the street.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhang Yunhe walked towards the drivers who were playing poker and pointed at them and shouted.

The drivers turned around when they heard the shouting. When they saw a major military police officer walking towards them with a serious face, they all stood up and some even put down the poker cards in their hands.

"Sir, we are playing poker, it should be okay, right?" said a brave driver.

Zhang Yunhe shouted angrily in Japanese, "Baga, what did you say? You, the officers' drivers, are gambling in a group on the street. How can this be allowed? Come with me to the Military Police Headquarters for investigation!"

The drivers' faces changed drastically when they heard this, and they were all frightened.

A clever driver quickly put on a smile and said, "Sir, considering this is our first offense, can you not go to the headquarters? We are willing to accept a little punishment. Besides, if this matter gets out of hand, we will certainly be punished, and the superiors will look bad, and I'm afraid you will also be envied by the superiors."

Zhang Yunhe pretended to hesitate, then said, "Baga, considering this is your first offense, I won't be taking you back to the Military Police Headquarters. However, your gambling equipment and money will be confiscated. Return them to your cars. I'll check your IDs one by one!"

"Ha Yi"

"Ha Yi"

The drivers breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their cars to wait for their documents to be checked.

Zhang Yunhe collected the poker cards and gambling money on the small table and put them into his pocket, then started checking the documents from the first car.

"Major, this is my ID!" The Japanese driver in a car put on a smile and handed over an ID.

Zhang Yunhe reached his hand into the car window, and the sharp claws on his wrist instantly popped out and pierced the driver's head through his left eye.

The wrist blade retracted immediately, and the driver died on the spot, with his head tilted to one side. The drivers behind him thought he was checking documents, and no one thought he was killing someone.

Zhang Yunhe used the excuse of checking their IDs to kill all the drivers of the remaining cars one by one in their cabs, and finally considerately rolled up the windows and closed the doors.