Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"Oh, right, there's this photo!" Zhang Yunhe thought for a moment and took out another photo and handed it to the Japanese boss, "Enlarge this photo and make two large frames for it.

The person in this photo is the pillar of the people in No. 76. Zhang Yunhe remembered that there was a photo frame like this hanging on the wall of Ding Mo and Li Qun's office.

The Japanese boss took the photo, looked at it, and said, "No problem, but who is this person? Why don't I know him?"

"You don't need to know who he is. You just need to make the photo frame. You won't lose a penny!" Zhang Yunhe said with a cold face.

The Japanese boss smiled awkwardly: "Okay, okay, I'll give you a receipt. It's 38 yuan in total. I'll give you a receipt. You can come and pick it up in three days with the receipt!"

Zhang Yunhe took out a few banknotes and placed them on the counter. After the Japanese boss issued the ticket, he picked up the ticket, turned around and walked out of the store.

After coming out of the framing shop, Zhang Yunhe was about to get into the car when he saw a newspaper boy standing on the street selling news. He wanted to know the situation in the Japanese lair, and wondered if there had been any response to the plague, cholera, typhoid and anthrax.

He walked up to the newsboy and bought two Japanese newspapers.

Back in the car, he opened the newspaper and quickly scanned the headlines of the articles on each page. The two newspapers basically reported on the Japs' advance, how much territory they had occupied, which troops were forced to flee in panic, and how many prisoners they had captured.

Zhang Yunhe remembered that one day in November, a newspaper reported that a famous Japanese general had died in Taihang Mountains, which caused an uproar in the Japanese country at that time.

The Japanese people always thought that the Japs were fighting very smoothly here and that they won a great victory every time, because this was the news they had always received. Suddenly, they could not accept the news of a disastrous defeat for a while.

"Neither of these two newspapers reported on whether there was an epidemic in the Japanese lair. It seems they have blocked the news. The power source of the landing craft is not enough to reach the Japanese lair and return. We can only get relevant information from other channels!"

After some thought, Zhang Yunhe disguised himself as Ishihara in the car and drove to the International Settlement Police Department to work. He had not shown up for several days, and if he didn't go, it might arouse suspicion.

When he drove to the police station, the patrolmen, police captains and inspectors he met all greeted him.

There are already three piles of documents waiting to be processed on the desk in the office.

After processing a few documents, Zhang Yunhe stopped writing, thought for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. The call was quickly connected: "Moximoxi?"

"Mr. Beiyuan, please come to my office!" said Zhang Yunhe.

The person on the other end of the phone immediately agreed: "Ha Yi!"

After a while, there was a knock on the office door, and Zhang Yunhe shouted, "Come in!"

The door was pushed open, and a Japanese man in an inspector's uniform walked in. "Captain Ishihara, you're looking for me?"

Zhang Yunhe stopped writing, looked up at the person at the desk, and asked, "Mr. Beiyuan, it's been over six months since you were transferred to the Concession Police Department, right?"

"Yes, sir, I reported here on June 2nd, and it has been six months!" Kitahara Zaigo replied.

Zhang Yunhe nodded. "Are you used to working here? Do you miss your family?"

Kitahara Zaiwu said with a smile: "At first I was a little uncomfortable, but I got used to it over time. It's inevitable that you will miss your family when you are away from home."

Zhang Yunhe pretended to be concerned and asked, "How often do you write letters or send telegrams home? How often do they reply?"

"I usually write a letter once every two weeks, and send a telegram on important holidays. If I send a telegram, my family will usually reply the next day," replied Kitahara Zaigo.

"Did you send a telegram home during the holiday two days ago?"

"I sent a telegram, but I haven't received a call back from my family. I don't know what's going on. Every time I sent a telegram, I would usually receive a call back from my family the next day. But this time, I didn't receive a call back after several days!" said Kitahara Zaigo.

Zhang Yunhe consoled him, saying, "Perhaps your family was delayed by something, or perhaps the weather was bad, so the telegram wasn't received or sent in time. Don't worry!"

"You should communicate with your family more often in the future so that they won't miss you!"

Kitahara Zaiwu immediately stood at attention and said, "Hayi, thank you for your concern, Commander Ishihara. I understand!"

After sending Kitahara Zaiwu away, Zhang Yunhe called the other two Japanese subordinates one by one to ask about their contact with their families in the old nest. Based on their stories, he speculated that something must have happened in the Japanese old nest, otherwise two of the three men would not have lost contact with their families.

However, the situation of these three people alone is not enough to explain anything. We have to continue to collect other information to make a judgment.

After dealing with the backlog of documents, Zhang Yunhe locked the office door, returned to his desk seat, and turned on the three-dimensional virtual holographic image.

A three-dimensional virtual holographic image of the earth appeared before his eyes. Zhang Yunhe stretched out his finger and the camera zoomed in at an extremely fast speed, soon freezing above a building.

From the picture, the building area is a row of houses. There are a large number of Japanese military camps outside the wall. Teams of Japanese patrols wearing protective clothing and gas masks are patrolling along the wall.

That's right, this is the Japanese epidemic prevention and water supply department located in Ice City. Outside the main gate, eight Japanese soldiers wearing protective clothing, gas masks and holding rifles are guarding. There is no one on the road in front of the gate, not even a dog.

Zhang Yunhe stretched out his finger again to adjust the screen. Except for the Japanese medical soldiers wearing protective clothing and masks standing guard at the intersections and the doors of the houses, there was no one walking on the roads in the Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department. It was dead silent.

Zhang Yunhe thought about it and adjusted the position of the picture again. After the camera moved, the picture that appeared was a long house. In the rooms inside the house, there were Japanese patients lying on the beds.

The Japanese patients in every room have the same symptoms, but the patients in different rooms have different symptoms.

In a room, several Japanese medical soldiers in protective suits carried out a corpse wrapped in white cloth, and not far away, three large chimneys of the incinerator were emitting black smoke.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yunhe knew that people in the Japanese epidemic prevention and water supply department had begun to die from plague, cholera, typhoid and anthrax, and this situation was likely to continue, and more and more people would die, because if the escaped fleas, flies and ants were not killed, these insects would continue to transmit the germs to other people.