Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

When he came out of the Naval Club, Fukuda had a stack of banknotes in his pocket, which were given to him by Matsushima.

Instead of taking the tram again, he stood on the street and hailed a rickshaw and left.

Zhang Yunhe drove his car far behind. After his observation, he felt that this Foton did not look like someone who had received formal special agent training. There was no sign of training on his body. Although he appeared to be alert, he was very "amateur" and not professional at all.

"Could it be that Fukuda is an insider hired by Matsushima within the headquarters? If so, then who is Matsushima?"

While driving behind the rickshaw that Futian was riding in, Zhang Yunhe was thinking about Matsushima's identity. This person had his own bedroom in the Navy Club, so he must be someone in the Navy Department, or at least a management staff member.

"Looks like we need to investigate Songdao to find out this person's true identity and background!"

Zhang Yunhe muttered something, thought about it, and immediately dialed the phone in Ma Dazhi's office using virtual dialing.

The call was quickly connected: "Hello?"

Zhang Yunhe asked, "Is it convenient for you to talk there?"

At this time, Ma Dazhi was giving a speech to his subordinates in the office of the French Concession Police Department. After hearing Zhang Yunhe's voice on the phone, he covered the microphone and said to his subordinates: "Just follow what I said just now. Make sure to deploy it in place this afternoon!"

"Yes, Inspector General!"

After the sheriff left, Ma Dazhi put the phone to his ear and said, "Now you can tell me."

Zhang Yunhe, who was driving, said, "There's a guy named Matsushima in the Japanese Navy Club. Find out his background and see where he belongs!"

There are too many things to do, and he can't do everything by himself. He tries his best to let others do things if possible. He can't let people like Ma Dazhi and Fan Biao sit idle all the time.

Ma Dazhi agreed on the phone: "Okay, I will find out about this person as soon as possible."

"Remember to hide your identity. You don't have to investigate the Matsushima matter yourself. Make use of the advantages and strengths of your current position. I heard that the French Concession Police Department has a Political Department responsible for intelligence work. You are in charge of it, right? Don't let those people just take money without doing any work. Make them take action!" Zhang Yunhe reminded.

Ma Dazhi said: "I understand, I will contact you when I have news!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunhe concentrated on driving and stared at Futian sitting in a rickshaw 50 meters ahead.

More than ten minutes later, Fukuda stopped in front of Mitsui Bank, paid the fare and turned to walk towards the bank.

Seeing this, Zhang Yunhe parked the car on the street, got out and walked towards Mitsui Bank.

This bank was also visited by Zhang Yunhe at night. He took away everything he could and did not leave a penny. Unexpectedly, it was reopened in just over a year.

"These little Japanese are quite resilient! They were completely looted, yet they're open for business again!"

After entering the bank, Zhang Yunhe saw more than a dozen people doing business inside, and couldn't help but mutter something in his heart.

He approached the lobby manager and said he wanted to make a deposit, and the lobby manager gave him a form to fill in his personal information.

While filling out the information, he secretly glanced at the form that Futian was filling out, which seemed to be a wire transfer form.

"Is this fellow going to send home the wad of cash he just got?"

While filling out the form slowly, Zhang Yunhe observed the contents on the Futian wire transfer form. When he saw that he had written "Reply by telegram as soon as possible after receiving the money" in the blank space in the remarks column on the form.

"It seems that this kid Futian really feels that something is wrong with the Japanese lair and is worried about the safety of his family!"

After Futian filled out the form, went to the counter and successfully completed the remittance, Zhang Yunhe put down his pen, crumpled the deposit slip into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket, then followed Futian out of the bank.

After Futian hailed another rickshaw and left, Zhang Yunhe drove after him again.

Not long after, Futian got off the bus at the entrance of an alley, paid the fare and walked into the alley.

Zhang Yunhe parked his car on a nearby street and followed quietly.

This area is inhabited by Japanese people, and plaster flags are hung everywhere. The atmosphere of Japanese cultural elements is very strong here. Almost all the people walking on the street are Japanese men and women wearing kimonos.

Feeling that everyone was watching him, Zhang Yunhe thought that if he rashly walked into the alley, he would probably arouse the suspicion of the Japanese. Anyway, he had left a mechanical beetle on Futian, which could keep an eye on his every move at any time.

So he turned around and returned to the car, pulled the curtains, parked the car in another location, and turned on the three-dimensional virtual holographic image inside the car.

Futian soon appeared on the screen. He was using the key to open the door. After pushing the door open, he took off his leather shoes and put them on the shoe cabinet inside the house, then closed the door.

The house is covered with wooden floors, which are polished to a very bright and clean finish, and the interior furnishings are also neat and simple.

Futian took off his coat and sweater and hung them on the hanger. He then took the pistol from his waist and put it in the cabinet. Then he put on his clogs and opened the door. He used a bamboo basket to get some charcoal from under the eaves. After entering the house, he closed the door and went to the middle of the room. He put some charcoal in the charcoal stove, poured some alcohol and lit it with a match. Then he used a teapot to get some water and put it on the charcoal stove to boil.

After doing all this, he started to eat the breakfast he bought from outside. After finishing breakfast, the water in the teapot boiled, so he made a pot of tea and drank it slowly.

After eating and drinking, Futian felt a little sleepy. He walked into the room, lay down on the tatami, covered himself with a quilt and went to sleep.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yunhe touched his chin, thought for a moment, started the car and left.

According to convention, people on night shift should not be required to work consecutive night shifts. Zhang Yunhe speculated that Futian should take a day off and go to work at the headquarters tomorrow morning.

In the evening, after dinner, Zhang Yunhe found a secluded place and opened the three-dimensional virtual image to search for Futian's location, but found that Futian was not at home, but at a woman's house.

The woman in the picture is a Japanese woman and does not look like a good person.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yunhe said hello to Azhen and immediately drove to his home in Futian.

He parked his car nearby, put on his Iron Blood gear to become invisible, got out of the car and headed for Futian's home.

While Futian was not at home, he planned to search Futian's house thoroughly to see if he could find any suspicious items.

What disappointed Zhang Yunhe was that there were no other valuable or suspicious items in Futian's house except some money he hid in the cracks of the wall.

After coming out of Futian's home, Zhang Yunhe lit a cigarette, took a few puffs and exhaled long smoke, then drove to Futian's current location.

When he arrived, Futian had just finished his work and was coming out of the Japanese woman's house. Before he could walk out of the alley, Zhang Yunhe suddenly appeared and knocked him out with a knife, then helped him into the car and drove away quickly.