Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Ishii covered his stomach, sweating profusely, and breathed rapidly, "My stomach hurts..."

"Hurry, I'll take you to the infirmary!" The secretary said and hurriedly helped Ishii out.

When we arrived at the infirmary, we found that it was already overcrowded. Dozens of soldiers or researchers were lying or sitting on chairs. Some even sat on the ground against the wall because there were no chairs. The seriously ill ones lay on their sides on the cold ground, wailing constantly.

"Doctor, doctor, come here quickly, Minister Ishii is not feeling well, come and take a look!"

The doctor hurried over upon hearing the shouts. Ishii was the minister here and the most powerful person in charge, so of course he had to be treated first.

As soon as the secretary put Ishii on the chair, he suddenly felt weak. He couldn't catch his breath, and his body lost strength and fell to the ground. His face turned pale, his breathing became rapid and short, and he fell to the ground, holding his stomach and rolling around.

"Director, you, hiss-ah--" The doctor was about to ask Matsui about his symptoms when he didn't know that his own abdomen also began to hurt severely.

Several other doctors and nurses in the infirmary also had attacks at this time. Their symptoms were similar. They all felt abdominal pain first, followed by difficulty breathing.

Everyone in the infirmary was wailing. Not only the patients, but also the doctors and nurses were poisoned and were rolling on the ground, groaning.

There was also a steady stream of poisoned Japanese officials, soldiers, and researchers rushing to the infirmary.

Some people have not yet had an attack, and some people's symptoms are still relatively mild. They rushed to the infirmary and saw that so many people had similar symptoms. These people's jobs are similar to medicine, and they immediately realized that it might be a large-scale poisoning.

"You, Inukai-kun, go to the office and call the hospital to ask them to send doctors and cars to rescue people! And go notify the drivers' team and ask them to drive all the vehicles over!" A Japanese officer pointed at a researcher who looked relatively normal and ordered loudly.

"Haha!" Inukai Eiichi answered, standing at attention and turning around and running towards the office building.

He ran to the first floor of the office building panting and came to an office. Inukai Eiichi picked up the phone and dialed the hospital's number.

There was no response on the phone.

"What's going on? Why is the phone not responding?"

Outside the wall, on an electric pole, Zhang Yunhe was hugging the pole with his legs, using pliers to cut the telephone line leading to Rongzi 1644, and then installed a switching device on the cut telephone line.

Just as the switching device was connected, Zhang Yunhe's Iron Blood computer received an incoming call. He answered the call: "Moshimoshi!"

"Hello, is this the hospital? This is the Central China Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department. We have a serious large-scale poisoning incident. Please send doctors and vehicles immediately to transfer the poisoned people to the hospital for treatment!" A Japanese voice came from the phone.

Zhang Yunhe was surprised and asked, "What did you say? Isn't your Central China Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department responsible for researching bacteria, viruses, and poison gas? If you're poisoned, you can handle it yourselves. Why do you need our hospital to send doctors and ambulances? Besides, you have your own vehicles, so you can send your own vehicles to bring the patient over!"

"Baga, Baga Yalu, I've already told you there's a widespread poisoning here. Our infirmary is paralyzed, all the doctors and nurses are poisoned, and more people are showing symptoms. Do you understand?"

Zhang Yunhe quickly said, "I know, I know, but you also know what you do. Large-scale poisoning in your area is either gas poisoning or bacterial or viral poisoning. You are the ones who do this. This is your profession, not ours. Wouldn't doctors and nurses like us get poisoned if we go there? Wouldn't we get infected by bacteria and viruses?"

Inukai Rong, who was on the phone, was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He cursed, "Baga, this time we are not poisoned by poison gas or bacteria and viruses. We don't have symptoms of stomach or bacterial and viral poisoning. It should be food poisoning. Send someone over quickly. If something goes wrong, you can't bear the responsibility. Do you understand?"

"Okay, okay, I'll report to the dean right away. You must persevere. We will send doctors, nurses, and vehicles over as quickly as possible!"

Just after hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunhe had not yet come down from the pole when another call came in. Zhang Yunhe looked at the three-dimensional virtual image and saw that it was still the same phone.

He continued, "Moshimoshi?"

"Is this the Expeditionary Force Headquarters? This is the Central China Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department. We've got a massive food poisoning outbreak here, and the number of people showing symptoms is increasing. It's over two hundred now. Please find a solution immediately. Our infirmary is overwhelmed, and the doctors and nurses have all been poisoned!"

"What? I know we're here. I'll report to the commander now. We will send a large number of doctors, nurses and medicines to provide treatment as quickly as possible. You must hold on until medical rescue arrives!" Zhang Yunhe said in a different voice.

"Hayi, we will try our best to hold on. Please hurry up!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunhe jumped down from the electric pole and immediately walked along the wall towards the gate.

It was already night, and there were almost no pedestrians or vehicles on the streets due to the curfew. Even if there were vehicles, they were filled with Japanese civil servants and soldiers.

Arriving at the gate, Zhang Yunhe stood at the corner and saw that more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who were on duty at the gate were showing symptoms of poisoning. Some of them were lying on the ground, holding their abdomens and groaning, some were sitting on the ground with their backs against the wall, gasping for breath, and some were lying on the ground motionless, fearing that they were dying.

All these soldiers have lost their ability to move, let alone their combat effectiveness.

Zhang Yunhe walked over stealthily, popped out his wrist blade and stabbed them to death one by one, then put the bodies into the backpack space.

Not long after, he quickly arrived at the parking lot where some trucks, three-wheeled motorcycles, cars and medical transport vehicles were parked.

Zhang Yunhe started with the first car and destroyed the oil lines of these vehicles one by one.

Just as he finished destroying everything, he saw a large group of Japanese drivers running over, apparently coming to transport the poisoned people.

"Ouch, my stomach hurts too!" One of the drivers shouted in pain while running, holding his stomach and bending over.

When the others heard the sound, they turned their heads to look, then continued to run to their own cars and open the doors.

They received the task of driving to the medical room to transport the poisoned person, but after they got in the car and tried to start the engine, they found something wrong and the vehicle would not start no matter what they did.

A Japanese driver opened the car door and jumped out, shouting, "My car won't start!"

At this time, several drivers were already opening the engine hood to check. One driver shouted, "My oil circuit is broken. No wonder I can't start the engine. Ouch, it's no good. My stomach hurts too..."

Immediately afterwards, the drivers began to show symptoms of poisoning and fell beside their vehicles one after another.