Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

The autumn wind blew by, and the woods at night were constantly making rustling sounds, which made the Japanese soldiers who had already dispersed feel a little scared.

Two Japanese soldiers, one in front and one behind, were holding rifles and flashlights, searching for Zhang Yunhe's trace. Little did they know that on the big tree next to them, above their heads, Zhang Yunhe was holding a thin steel wire in both hands and slowly lowering it down.

The Japanese soldier in front had already passed by, and the wire loop drooped and instantly caught the neck of a Japanese soldier behind him. The huge pulling force from the wire loop instantly pulled the Japanese soldier behind him up.

The Japanese soldier with the noose around his neck stretched out his tongue to try to breathe, but the wire was tightly wrapped around his nose. He kicked desperately with his feet and put down his rifle with both hands to try to free himself, but the thin wire had already embedded into the skin of his neck. How could he possibly get it free easily?

He couldn't make a sound and could only struggle desperately instinctively, but it was of no use.

Zhang Yunhe put the steel wire on the tree branch, pulled out a Japanese sword and flew down. The Japanese soldier in front seemed to hear the wind. As soon as he turned around, he saw a flash of knife in front of him, and he was split into two halves, with blood and internal organs flowing all over the ground.

There were still six Japanese soldiers searching in the woods, two in a group, each with a flashlight, and they were divided into three directions: east, south and north, which gave Zhang Yunhe the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yunhe killed all six devils and took away their guns and ammunition, even the flashlights, which were in short supply in that era!

He came to the Japanese camp again. There were only two living people here, or to be precise, only one and a half. One was a Japanese medical soldier who was intact, and the other was Xia Chuanhe Er who was seriously injured.

Three squadrons plus an artillery squad, with a total strength of nearly 700 people, were killed and only these one and a half were left alive.

The medical soldier squatted beside Xia Chuan and Er. When he saw that all the flashlights in the distance went out and did not light up again after five minutes, he began to shiver constantly.

"Sir, the flashlights are out. Could they be all dead?" the medical soldier asked stutteringly.

Xia Chuanhe Er was also a little unsure, but he still cursed: "Baga, the situation you described is absolutely impossible to happen. That man is injured. He was hit by a bullet. He will continue to lose blood and gradually lose strength. In the end, he will fall to the ground. They will definitely be able to catch him!"

"But, why are all four flashlights out?" asked the medic.

"Baga, how should I know? Maybe they have already found his body?" Xia Chuanhe Er cursed unconfidently.

After cursing, he felt that he couldn't just wait like this. What if all those soldiers really died? That person would definitely come again, right?

Thinking of this, he immediately said to the medic, "Go pick up a few rifles, quickly!"

"Hurry!" the medic agreed. He stood up and walked towards a pile of corpses to pick up two rifles and two bullet boxes.

The two men quickly loaded the rifle chamber with bullets and loaded them.

With the rifle, Xiachuan Heer felt a little safer, but the dark woods made him feel endless fear.

"Sir, I, I have to pee urgently. I'll go to the side to do it!" said the medical soldier tremblingly.

Xia Chuan and Er cursed when they heard this: "Baka, I think you are so scared that you want to pee, right? Go and come back quickly!"

"Hayi!" The medical soldier bowed quickly, then turned around and walked quickly towards the darkness not far away.

As soon as he untied his belt, Zhang Yunhe covered his mouth and nose from behind and stabbed him in the throat.

After the body softened, Zhang Yunhe slowly put it down and turned to look at Xia Chuan and Er who were not far away.

Hearing footsteps, Xia Chuanheer said: "Did you finish peeing so quickly? Baka, you are not peeing frequently or urgently, are you?"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and took a look. This look made his eyes widen instantly, his pupils constricted, and he immediately picked up the rifle to shoot, but Zhang Yunhe had already shot before him. Two bullets from a pistol hit Xia Chuanhe'er's wrists in succession.

"Ah--" Xia Chuanhe'er's hands were covered in blood and he let out a long scream.

Zhang Yunhe was too lazy to talk nonsense. He walked up to him, bent down, picked him up and pressed him against the tree trunk. He pierced his chest with a sharp bayonet in his hand and nailed him to the tree trunk.

"Ah--" Xia Chuanheer screamed again, his whole body shaking violently.

A grenade appeared in Zhang Yunhe's hand. After pulling out the safety, he quickly stuffed it into Xia Chuanhe'er's mouth, turned around and ran away.

"Wuwuwu——" The little Japanese wanted to vomit it out, but he couldn't.

A few seconds later, there was a loud "bang" and the grenade exploded, smashing Xia Chuan and Er's heads to pieces.

Zhang Yunhe returned to the camp, looked at Xia Chuan and Er, who died in a miserable state, and began to clean up the battlefield. Ten minutes later, the scene had been searched clean.

Next to the fire, he scanned the surroundings and found no living people. All of them were corpses whose body temperatures were much lower than normal.

After removing all his equipment, Zhang Yunhe changed into his regular clothes, took out the spaceship landing craft from his backpack and got in.

Considering that it was already late at night, Zhang Yunhe did not return to Jiangzhou, but drove the landing craft back to Shanghai. He wanted to find Matsui to ask about the reaction in Shanghai to the accident involving the special envoy and his entourage.

A few minutes later, he landed in a dark alley near a fabric store in the concession. After getting out of the landing craft, he put the landing craft back into the backpack space, then lit a cigarette, observed his surroundings for a while, and then slowly walked out of the alley and onto the street.

The streets were deserted, with only the occasional barking of dogs.

He walked for a few minutes and arrived at the door of the fabric store. After knocking several times, Ah Zhen's voice came from behind the door: "Who is it?"

"Azhen, it's me, open the door!"

Hearing her husband's voice, Ah Zhen immediately opened the door and said, "Come in, you damn ghost, why are you here so late?"

Zhang Yunhe walked into the fabric store without saying a word. He sat behind the counter, closed his eyes and smoked.

Ah Zhen closed the door and came to Zhang Yunhe, wrinkling her nose. "Why is there such a strong smell of blood? What did you do?"

Zhang Yunhe opened his eyes, a gleam in his eyes, "Don't ask. If you ask, I just don't know. It's not that I won't tell you, but the more you know, the more dangerous it is. Do you understand?"

"Oh!" Ah Zhen pouted, but still nodded.

"I'm hungry, go get me something to eat!"

"Then wait a minute, I'll go stir-fry two side dishes!"

Azhen moved very quickly and Zhang Yunhe fell asleep in just a few minutes, but it took less than ten minutes for Azhen to finish cooking and wake him up.

On the table were two small dishes, a plate of braised meat, and a pot of rice wine. Zhang Yunhe drank a glass of wine and asked while picking up some food, "Where's Aunt Liang?"

"She asked for leave to go back home for something and will come again tomorrow!" Ah Zhen said, supporting her chin with her hand.