Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Prison torture chamber,

Fan Biao was tied up to a pillar, and a Japanese soldier with bare head and arms was whipping his body with a whip.

A thin piece of clothing had been whipped to shreds, and the whip marks were covered with bloodstains and flesh fragments.

Only the continuous sound of whipping could be heard, but Fan Biao, who was being whipped, did not even groan. He gritted his teeth and endured the tremendous pain. Veins bulged on his forehead, his face looked a little dark, and he kept gasping for breath.

I don't know how many times he was whipped, but Fan Biao didn't faint yet. However, the strong Japanese soldier who was carrying out the execution was already exhausted and panting.

"Stop——" A team leader nearby stopped the flogging. The strong Japanese soldier who was carrying out the execution hurriedly walked to the side, picked up the teacup and drank a few gulps of cold water.

The squad leader walked up to Fan Biao, lifted Fan Yong's chin with his finger, and asked, "Who was that person selling arms at the Dafeng Warehouse last night? What were you doing there with your men? Will you tell me?"

"Bah!" Fan Biao spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in the squad leader's face and cursed, "Bullshit! There wasn't anyone selling arms at Dafeng Warehouse last night! Don't think I don't know what you're up to? You just want me to be your dog and a traitor, right? You're beating around the bush and doing this! I curse all your ancestors!"

The squad leader wiped the phlegm off his face and shouted angrily, "Baga, it seems you're not going to accept my toast! Come on, put him on the tiger bench!"

Fan Biao was tied to a long bench and forced to sit. His legs were fixed to the bench above his knees, and bricks were continuously added under his heels. When the added bricks exceeded the height of the bench, his knees were subjected to intense pressure and torture.

When the height of the bricks exceeded three bricks, Fan Biao, who had been enduring without crying out, could no longer hold on and screamed in pain. After a few breaths, he fainted from the pain on the spot.

The Japanese captain poured cold water on Fan Biao to wake him up and ordered him to be executed on the tiger bench for the second time.

A few minutes later, Fan Biao fainted for the second time.

After three repetitions, Fan Biao had been tortured to the point of being pale, his mind almost collapsed, his whole body limp and weak, and he was barely breathing!

"Captain, we can't conduct the interrogation anymore today, otherwise he might not survive the night!" said a Japanese doctor after examining Fan Biao who was in a deep coma.

"Baga, such a shameless person, baga!" The squad leader cursed and ordered the Japanese doctor: "This man is still useful, treat his wounds, don't let him die!"

"Hayi!"

The team leader and several interrogators turned around and left the interrogation room. The Japanese doctor asked two Japanese soldiers to drag the unconscious Fan Biao to the treatment room, applied some medicine powder on his wounds, and gave him a bottle of glucose through intravenous drip.

"You two, one guards outside the treatment room, and the other watches inside. If he wakes up, tell me immediately. I'm in the infirmary next door!" the Japanese doctor ordered the two Japanese soldiers.

"Hayi!"

When the door of the adjacent infirmary was closed, the prison corridor returned to calm, with only the groans and cries of inmates coming from the cell block.

Several agents who were interrogating Fan Biao arrived at the prison's iron gate and found that the Japanese soldiers standing guard were gone. The team leader asked in confusion, "Why is there no one guarding here?"

"The door is open, he must have gone to the bathroom," said a spy next to him.

"What a bastard! He didn't even ask anyone to cover for me when I needed to go to the toilet. What if someone sneaked in? I must report this to the section chief, hum!" The team leader said as he opened the iron gate and walked out.

Several other people immediately followed him out and headed towards the office building.

With a "bang", a stone fell on the floor of the corridor.

A Japanese soldier standing at the door of the treatment room turned his head when he heard the sound. At this moment, a pair of big hands came from behind, one hand pressed on his forehead, and the other hand pressed on his chin and twisted it hard.

With a single click, the Japanese sentry's neck was broken. His consciousness instantly fell into endless darkness, and his body went limp.

Zhang Yunhe held the Japanese sentry with both hands and waited for a few seconds until his heart completely stopped beating. As soon as he became conscious, the body was instantly put into the backpack space.

Zhang Yunhe stood at the door, adjusted his breathing, and gently pushed open the door of the treatment room, which creaked.

The Japanese soldier standing guard indoors turned his head to look at the door, and saw that the door was open, but someone came in, which made him very confused.

"Gao Wan? Gao Wan?" The Japanese soldier in the treatment room called out the name of the Japanese soldier at the door twice.

No one answered.

This aroused the suspicion of the Japanese soldier inside. He hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked to the door, looked around, and saw that there was no one in the corridor. His companion Gao Wan was nowhere to be found.

"This guy left his post without even telling me!" The Japanese soldier muttered in dissatisfaction, turned around and walked back into the treatment room.

A big hand suddenly reached out from behind and covered his mouth and nose, and then a strong arm strangled his throat and lifted his body up with force, making his feet off the ground.

A strong sense of fear instantly enveloped the Japanese soldier's heart. The strong feeling of suffocation made him dizzy. He grabbed the pair of big hands in leather gloves and tried to pry them apart, and used the other hand to grab the arm that was strangling his throat.

But that hand, that arm was too strong and powerful, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. The instinct to survive made him struggle desperately, and his legs and feet kicked hard, trying to break free.

But all this was in vain. Suffocation made him unable to breathe, causing him to become increasingly drowsy and his body to gradually lose strength. After finally kicking a few more times desperately, he completely lost consciousness, his arms hanging limply, and his legs hanging limply in the air.

After waiting for another ten seconds, Zhang Yunhe realized that he had put the dead Japanese soldier into his backpack.

If it wasn't for the purpose of preventing the Japanese from finding any clues during their investigation, Zhang Yunhe really didn't want to do this kind of job of collecting corpses!

After dealing with this devil, Zhang Yunhe came to the treatment bed and looked at Fan Biao, who was lying on the bed with an IV drip and still unconscious. He used the scanning function of the mask to scan his body and found that Fan Biao's body was covered with flesh wounds, and the joints and ligaments at his knees were seriously damaged. He must have sat on the tiger bench and was afraid that he would lose the ability to walk for a short time.

He pulled out the IV needle, carried Fan Biao on his shoulder, turned around and left.

……

Early in the morning, Zhang Yunhe opened his eyes and turned to see his wife Liu Huilan sitting at the dressing table, getting dressed. He yawned and asked, "How many classes do you have this morning?"

"Two classes, the first and second. What's the matter?" Liu Huilan answered while applying light rouge on her face with a powder puff.

Zhang Yunhe said, "When you leave, take all your Citibank deposit certificates with you. When you don't have classes, go to Citibank and withdraw all your money!"

After saying that, Zhang Yunhe sat up shirtless and opened the bedside table next to him. He took out his seal from the drawer and handed it to Liu Huilan: "This is the withdrawal receipt!"

Liu Huilan put down her powder puff, took the seal, and asked doubtfully, "Take them all out? What are you taking them out for?"