Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Keiko Motomiya held the bayonet that was dripping with blood in one hand, lowered her head and knelt on one knee on the floor of the carriage filled with corpses and blood, gasping for breath.

Zhang Yunhe was quite surprised. He didn't expect that the woman who survived to the end was Miyamoto Keiko. You know, all the dead were men, including some strong and battle-hardened Japanese grassroots officers.

It was precisely these people who died at the hands of Miyamoto Keiko, a weak woman who had never experienced war.

Miyamoto Keiko is a woman who looks naturally weak, but in fact, this woman is not weak at all. When she kills, she is quick, cruel and accurate.

According to the promise made by Zhang Yunhe, he would let Miyamoto Keiko leave, but he was not ready to let her go.

He couldn't help but think of what Matsui had said to him. Miyamoto Keiko was a confidential secretary in the military, handling a large amount of confidential information every day. If he could persuade her to defect...

Zhang Yunhe quickly gave up the idea of ​​turning such a determined female devil against the enemy. He didn't think he had the ability to do so.

Even if he used extraordinary means to force Miyamoto Keiko to agree in order to survive, once she left, she would definitely be out of his control. Now she has seen him wearing his equipment. If he let her go, his secret would definitely be known to the Japanese.

Zhang Yunhe had made a clear decision on how to deal with Miyamoto Keiko without even thinking about it.

At this time, Miyamoto Keiko lowered her head and asked, "You said that the last three people who survived can leave. Now I am the last one left. Can I leave now?"

Zhang Yunhe walked towards Miyamoto Keiko step by step, "Of course, but you have to make me feel good in the end before you leave!"

"Baka, Baka Yalu, you didn't say that just now!" Miyamoto Keiko roared, holding the bayonet tightly in one hand.

"It's not too late for me to speak now!" Zhang Yunhe said as he came in front of Miyamoto Keiko, "Turn around like a dog, with your knees and hands on the ground, your waist bent, your butt raised, and your head up."

When Miyamoto Keiko heard such a shameless request, her lungs almost exploded with anger. All the blood in her body rushed to her brain. Anger overwhelmed her reason. She looked down at her legs that were so close to her, her eyes full of ferocity. She held the dagger in her right hand and cut towards Zhang Yunhe's legs.

Zhang Yunhe seemed to be prepared. He raised his leg to avoid the attack and kicked Miyamoto Keiko in the face.

Miyamoto Keiko quickly pressed down with her left arm to block, but Zhang Yunhe's kick was too powerful. The moment it made contact, she felt her arm go numb and she rolled backwards uncontrollably.

She flipped around in the air, and before she landed, Zhang Yunhe kicked her again.

Miyamoto Keiko was unable to react in time and could only block with her right arm holding the dagger, but her right arm was paralyzed by the kick at this moment and the bayonet in her hand fell to the ground.

The remaining force of the kick was still there, and Miyamoto Keiko was kicked backwards, hitting the inner wall of the car and bouncing back to the floor.

Her head was still dizzy and her consciousness was blank when Zhang Yunhe strode forward, grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, turned her around and pressed her onto a table.

With a "swish", Miyamoto Keiko's clothes were torn into pieces.

She just felt a chill all over her body, and goose bumps appeared all over her skin in an instant.

"Baga, let me go, I, I will kill you, you villain..." Miyamoto Keiko turned her head and cursed, wanting to turn around and resist, but was pressed on the table and unable to move.

"Don't touch me, you bastard, you villain, ah——" Miyamoto Keiko kept cursing and suddenly let out a scream.

"Yoshi, Yoshi, keep cursing, keep resisting. I love seeing you little devils acting so arrogantly and acting like you're ready to die!"

"You, you are..." Miyamoto Keiko suddenly smelled a familiar scent and turned around to look at the mask in disbelief.

Zhang Yunhe ignored her. He only believed that great strength could create miracles. If strength was not enough, then he would add time.

As long as there is enough time, even if it is a dry well, as long as you dig deep enough, I believe you can dig out water.

It was unknown how long it had been, but Miyamoto Keiko suddenly twitched violently and uncontrollably.

"Now!" Zhang Yunhe decisively grabbed her throat.

Miyamoto Keiko's desire to survive erupted, and she struggled violently. She turned her head and reached out to remove the iron-blooded mask on Zhang Yunhe's face to see what he looked like behind the mask.

She reached out to grab it several times, but failed because her arms were too short. She rolled her eyes and her arm hung limply. She completely lost her strength and collapsed on the table with her eyes wide open, looking as if she was about to die with her eyes open.

Zhang Yunhe sat back on the chair, unplugged the electrical pipes connecting the Iron Blood Mask to other equipment, and slowly took off the mask, revealing a face covered in sweat and wet hair.

The train was still moving, but at a much slower speed.

Zhang Yunhe placed the Iron Blood Mask on the table beside him, took out a cigarette from his backpack and lit it with a lighter.

Looking at Miyamoto Keiko's body, Zhang Yunhe felt bored. The Japanese were all fucking crazy, their heads full of aggressive thoughts. This was the main reason why he wanted to kill Miyamoto Keiko. Such a brainwashed person was hopeless.

After smoking a cigarette, Zhang Yunhe began to clean up the battlefield. There were two radio stations and several radio operators here. He guessed that Miyamoto Takazo must have sent the telegram before his death, and perhaps a large group of Japanese troops would arrive soon.

He was not afraid when a large group of Japanese soldiers came to search. What he was afraid of was that the Japanese would not come close, but would bombard him from a distance, or send bombers to launch a surprise attack in the air. By the time he heard the roar of the planes, it would be too late to run. By then, bombs would fall all over the sky, and if he was hit by one, even if he was wearing iron-blooded equipment, the possibility of survival would be very small.

Therefore, it is best not to be reckless, as being too complacent often leads to failure.

Half of the train was moving forward slowly and tenaciously. Zhang Yunhe had already cleared all the bodies on the train and put them into the backpack space and stacked them in a grid.

The weapons, equipment and ammunition carried by the Japanese soldiers were also not left behind.

At this time, the car had become empty. There was nothing else except broken glass, overturned seats on the ground, and a lot of blood.

Zhang Yunhe stood at the exit door, raised his arm and tapped the Tiexue computer with his finger, and a three-dimensional virtual holographic image appeared before his eyes.

On the screen, a long green object was moving slowly, which represented the half-train under his feet. 5 kilometers ahead of the train, there were some densely packed red bright spots.

The train is about to enter the next station, and the red spots on the screen are all Japanese soldiers.

"It seems that Miyamoto Takazo really did send a distress or warning telegram before his death. I'd better leave first. I'm a little tired after killing so many devils!"

At this moment, a large number of red bright spots suddenly appeared in the virtual image and moved towards the location of the train from the north and south directions.

"Are we surrounded?" Zhang Yunhe's face suddenly became serious when he saw this scene.