Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Zhang Yunhe looked at the Japanese high-ranking officials and traitors lying on the ground. Many of them had opened their eyes and woke up. He said, "Alright, beasts, wake up and stand up. If you don't stand up within ten seconds, I'll shoot you!"

"Start the timer now, 10...9...8...7..."

When the Japanese high-ranking officials and traitors heard Zhang Yunhe counting down, they were so scared that they struggled to get up, fearing that they would be too slow and run out of time and be shot to death.

“4…3…2…1, time’s up!”

After Zhang Yunhe finished counting down, there were still three Japanese soldiers and a traitor lying on the ground, unable to get up. Perhaps he had used too much force when he attacked, or perhaps these four people could not bear it well.

None of this mattered anymore. Zhang Yunhe raised his pistol without hesitation and fired four shots at the four people lying on the ground.

Each bullet hit a person's heart, and the bodies of the four people twitched a few times before they died completely.

He killed without any hesitation. Zhang Yunhe's decisive killing method completely frightened the surviving Japanese devils and traitors.

Zhang Yunhe counted and found that there were still 24 high-ranking Japanese officials and traitors alive. He looked at them and said, "You beasts, there are 24 of you here. Stand in two rows immediately, with two people standing face to face. I will count to ten. If there is still one person who is not standing straight after I count, I will kill him. Start! 10...9..."

Because Zhang Yunhe had shot and killed people without hesitation before, these Japanese officials and traitors did not dare to hesitate and lined up in two rows facing each other.

"5... Very good, thank you all for your cooperation!"

Zhang Yunhe smiled and said, "Now let's play a survival game. The first level of the game is to kill the person opposite you. No matter what means you use, you can only survive if you kill the other person!"

"Here are three bayonets. I'll throw them on the ground between you. Whoever grabs them will own them!"

After Zhang Yunhe finished speaking, he threw three bayonets over. He controlled the force and the three bayonets landed accurately in the middle of them.

All the high-ranking Japanese officials and traitors looked nervous. They looked at each other and then at the bayonets on the ground, but no one moved.

Zhang Yunhe did not urge him. He was not in a hurry. Between life and death, the ugliness of human nature would inevitably be exposed.

He didn't believe these people weren't afraid of death, nor did he believe they would unite and die together. Even if the devils could die together, what about the traitors? Could they unite with the devils, talk about loyalty with them, not asking to be born on the same day, but to die on the same day?

Some people began to lose their patience. Zhang Yunhe glanced over and saw that the first person to rush forward to grab the bayonet was the radio operator.

After the radio operator grabbed the bayonet, the others rushed over to grab the remaining two bayonets and started fighting. Some screamed and some roared.

The combat effectiveness of having weapons and not having weapons is completely different. The radio operator who grabbed the bayonet took the lead in launching a fierce attack on his opponent.

His opponent was a high-ranking Japanese official in his forties, while he was a young and strong man in his twenties.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, he, he is a devil, he is making us kill each other," shouted a high-ranking Japanese officer in his forties.

The radio operator hated these high-ranking Japanese officers. Just now, when he was blocked outside the door and asked them to open the door and let him in, none of these high-ranking Japanese officers came out to open the door for him. They were all indifferent.

Now that he had the chance to take revenge, how could he let it go? He wished he could kill all these high-ranking officials one by one.

The brutality of the radio operator with a bayonet was beyond Zhang Yunhe's expectation. His opponent was frightened and lost the courage to resist. He was stabbed in the chest and died after struggling for a few times.

Others were also fighting each other. Those who grabbed the bayonets had the advantage, and those who did not grab the bayonets could only fight with their bare hands. Some people rushed forward to kill their opponents as quickly as possible in order to survive, strangling their throats with their hands, while others bit off their throats with their mouths.

There were roars and screams, and the scene was filled with chaos and blood.

What surprised Zhang Yunhe was that Miyamoto Takazo was the first person to die. His opponent was a middle-aged traitor. This guy grabbed the second bayonet and cut Miyamoto Takazo's throat with one knife. Then he quickly stepped aside and watched the old Japanese covering his neck and gradually losing his life and eventually died.

"Father!" Miyamoto Keiko had just broken her opponent's neck, but found out that her father was killed by a traitor.

"Baga, Baga Yalu, you damned lackey, you actually killed my father. I must kill you. If I kill you, your whole family will be buried with my father!"

Miyamoto Keiko was completely crazy, and she rushed towards the middle-aged traitor like a madman.

"Don't come over, the first level is over!" The middle-aged traitor gestured in panic with his bayonet, trying to stop Miyamoto Keiko from approaching.

Miyamoto Keiko was a karate master, and although this middle-aged traitor had a bayonet in his hand, he was just a scholar and was unable to deal with Miyamoto Keiko for a while. Instead, Miyamoto Keiko seized the opportunity to snatch the bayonet and killed him with one knife.

Ten minutes later, those who were still alive were sitting on the bloody floor, gasping for breath, while those who were dead were lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Zhang Yunhe waited another five minutes before speaking. "Everyone, have you rested enough? There are 11 of you left, but only three will make it out alive. But if someone kills five people starting now, I can let them go without waiting until the end!"

Hearing this, the hearts of the 11 people who were still alive tightened.

Miyamoto Keiko stared at Zhang Yunhe with a bloody bayonet and asked, "How can we trust that you will keep your promise in the end? Instead of letting us kill each other and eventually killing us all?"

Zhang Yunhe waved the submachine gun and pistol in his hands and said, "I'm going to kill all of you. I can do it now. You're right. I just want to see you kill each other. Whether you believe me or not is entirely up to you!"

"I want to see what the outcome will be after the original hierarchical order is disrupted and faced with life-or-death threats!"

"I'm going to count to ten now. If you haven't made a move by the end of my count, I'll have no choice but to kill you all. 10...9...8..."

Just as Zhang Yunhe counted to eight, the radio operator with a bayonet suddenly pounced on a traitor next to him. With a "puff", the traitor tried to dodge but failed and was stabbed to death on the spot.

Others also started fighting. Under the stimulation of life and death, the remaining Japanese devils and traitors all went crazy killing, not caring who was around them or opposite them, they killed anyone they caught. In the end, only one person was left, and the others were all dead.