Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"Well, I see!"

After the mother and son had dinner, the strange man tied them up again, locked the door and left.

At night, Kumamoto Ichiro was driven home by his driver. He found that the door of his house was not locked. Puzzled, he walked into the house with his briefcase and shouted, "I'm back!"

No one answered in the room. Ichiro Kumamoto had a bad feeling, "Sachiko, Shunji..."

At this moment, the phone in the room rang: "Ding-ling-ling..."

Ichiro Kumamoto immediately walked over and picked up the phone: "Moshimoshi?"

"Mr. Kumamoto, your wife and son are in my hands. If you want them to be safe, you must obey me, otherwise you will have to collect their bodies!"

Kumamoto Ichiro's heart skipped a beat. He forced himself to calm down and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

"How far has the counterfeiting of the legal currency template progressed?" A strange man's voice came from the phone.

Hearing this question, Ichiro Kumamoto's forehead began to sweat. "I don't know what you are talking about. What fiat currency template?"

"Mr. Kumamoto, it seems you don't want your wife and children to live. That's fine. I will kill them now. You will see their bodies at your doorstep early tomorrow morning!"

Upon hearing this, Ichiro Kumamoto shouted hurriedly, "No, I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I only know that they're counterfeiting legal tender templates in my factory. The third version they produced over a month ago wasn't perfect, so they're still working on a more realistic imitation. I'm not sure how far along they are, because they don't allow anyone unrelated to them to get close!"

"You are the director of the Sanyo Mold Foundry. What in the entire factory can be hidden from you? You can deceive others, but you can't deceive me!"

"I'll give you one day. Tomorrow evening at 7 o'clock, I'll call you. If you don't bring me the news I want to know, you'll have to wait and collect the bodies of Mrs. Kumamoto and your son, Shunji Kumamoto!"

The call was hung up.

The phone in Ichiro Kumamoto's hand fell to the ground, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away.

It took a long time for Ichiro Kumamoto to come back to his senses. His first reaction was to report to the Special High Technology Department, but he hesitated as soon as he picked up the phone.

He didn't dare to take risks or gamble, because he knew that the other party must be secretly monitoring and following him, otherwise they would not have known his residence and kidnapped his wife and children. If he called and alerted the Special High Technology Bureau, it would be difficult to hide it from the other party. Once the other party knew that he had called to inform the Special High Technology Bureau, then his wife and children would be in real danger.

He put the phone down again.

As the director of the Sanyo Mold Factory, although Ichiro Kumamoto did not participate in the counterfeiting of legal tender templates, the entire factory belonged to him. As a boss who had to stay in the factory every day, basically nothing could be hidden from him as long as there was any disturbance in the factory.

He can judge the progress of the fiat currency template imitation from information such as the debates, mood swings, changes in appetite, sleep time, and even the frequency of going to the bathroom among the researchers involved in the fiat currency template imitation work.

He had not specifically inquired about it before, but now it was different. He had to find out as quickly as possible the progress of the counterfeiting of the legal currency template.

The next morning, after arriving at the Sanyo Abrasives Factory, he contacted several people to inquire about various aspects of the factory, including the living conditions of those researchers who participated in the legal currency template research, the consumption of paper and ink, and the startup and operation of equipment.

Around noon, he met a worker who was transporting garbage from the legal currency template research group. He stopped the worker and asked about his work and life. He took the opportunity to pick up a handful of shredded banknotes from the trash can and stuffed them into his pocket.

In the afternoon, he locked himself in the lounge next to his office and carefully pieced together the scraps of banknotes in his pocket.

It took him more than two hours to finally piece together a complete banknote, and then he took out a real banknote for comparison.

"The similarity is already 95%. If we only look at the paper and ink printing, there is almost no difference. It seems that the final version of the legal currency template is about to be successfully counterfeited. I am afraid it will be within the next few days. The progress is really fast!" Ichiro Kumamoto sighed in his heart.

In the evening, before he got home from get off work, the phone in the office rang.

He picked up the phone and said, "Moshimoshi"

"The time has come for you to tell me how far the counterfeiting of the legal currency template has progressed!" A strange man's voice came from the phone.

Ichiro Kumamoto glanced at the counterfeit French currency on the table and said, "I have a counterfeit French currency pieced together from scraps. When compared with the real French currency, the similarity is almost 95%. I think the final version of the counterfeit French currency template should be finalized within the next few days, at most within a week!"

"Okay, put the counterfeit French currency in an envelope, and after get off work, go to the intersection of Yangxing Road and find the mailbox at the intersection and drop it in. I'll contact you after I get the French currency!"

"Wait, how can I be sure that my wife and children are okay? I need to hear their voices. And after I do as you ask, you must promise to bring my wife and children back safely!"

The strange man on the other end of the phone thought for a moment and then said, "Tonight at ten o'clock, you wait for the call at home. I will let you hear their voices, but if you dare to play tricks, you will have to bear the consequences!"

After get off work, Ichiro Kumamoto sent his driver away and drove alone to the mailbox designated by the stranger. After parking the car, he got out and put the envelope containing counterfeit currency into the mailbox.

Shortly after he drove away, a postman came on a bicycle, opened the mailbox with a key and took out all the letters inside.

At ten o'clock that evening, the phone at Ichiro Kumamoto's home rang on time, and he immediately walked over to answer it.

The voice of his son Junji came from the phone: "Dad, Dad, save me and Mom, that man is so bad, he beats me with a stick every day and bullies Mom!"

"Don't be afraid, Junji. Dad is here. He will definitely rescue you. You must be obedient and smart. Now give the phone to mom, okay?" Ichiro Kumamoto comforted his son.

Soon, his wife's voice came from the phone: "Kumamoto-kun, it's me, wuwuwu... I'm so scared..."

Kumamoto Ichiro was heartbroken and hurriedly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, Sachiko. I'm trying to find a way to save you. You have to wait patiently. Now that person needs to do something for him. He will ask him not to embarrass you..."

Before he could finish his words, the phone was snatched away.

"Mr. Kumamoto, you also heard the voices of your wife and children. They are all safe. You should be relieved now, right?" A strange man's voice came from the phone.

Kumamoto Ichiro said sullenly, "Sir, my son said you kept beating him and bullying my wife. Is this the attitude you're showing when you ask me to help you? You should have gotten that counterfeit banknote, right? Am I sincere enough?"

"What do you want to say?" asked the strange man.

Ichiro Kumamoto took a deep breath. "I hope you won't do anything harmful to my wife and children in the future. You don't want to get no useful information from me, do you? If I'm worried about my wife and children's safety and get distracted while trying to understand the progress of the template copying, it will be easy to be noticed!"

"Mr. Kumamoto, your son is not obedient at all. I am just teaching him a lesson for you so that he will know his place!"