Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

The Yamamoto special forces who were on the march heard the gunshots at this time.

"This is the sound of MP40 gunfire. Kagawa is in danger!" said a Japanese special forces member in a deep voice.

Another team member looked at Yamamoto Ichiro and said, "Captain, let's go reinforce Kagawa!"

Yamamoto Ichiro immediately stopped him: "Don't go, keep going, speed up, quick!"

"Captain!" the two team members shouted unwillingly.

Yamamoto Ichiro sullenly shouted, "I told you not to go. If Xiangchuan is in danger, it will be too late for us to rush over now. If he can defeat Higanbana, he will come back to find us. Let's go!"

"Ha!" The Japanese special forces had to continue moving forward, and their pace was faster than before. They did not conduct any reconnaissance at all, and just kept running forward.

Zhang Yunhe bent down to pick up the submachine gun, and then took off the belt, ammunition bag and self-defense pistol from Kagawa Ryuei, and put them all into the backpack space.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw a machete dropped on the ground. He picked it up and weighed it in his hand. The weight was just right for him. He held the machete in his hand and it fit perfectly. With a powerful swing of the knife, a nearby tree as thick as an arm was cut in half with a flash of the knife. It didn't take much effort. It seemed that this knife was very suitable for clearing the way.

He took the scabbard from the corpse and held it in his hand, then Zhang Yunhe followed the footprints and traces left by the Japanese special forces and chased forward again.

The Japanese special forces did not conceal or erase any traces along the way. There were dead branches broken by stepping on them, fresh branches broken by tripping on them, broken fern leaves, thorns blocking the road chopped off with a machete, and footprints on the rotten and moist soil along the way. All these made Zhang Yunhe realize that the purpose of this Japanese special forces team was to attract his attention and lead him somewhere.

He quickened his pace to catch up. After more than half an hour, when he passed by a towering tree that was more than 30 meters tall, he stopped and climbed to the top of the tree using his hands and feet.

He stood on a tree branch, held the trunk with one hand and looked into the distance. Under the scan of the iron-blooded mask, the footprints and traces left by the Japanese special forces extended into the distance.

In the mountains five miles away, the Japanese special forces were running quickly into the depths of the forest. The Japanese special forces member in front was holding a machete and chopping the thorns and branches blocking the way as he ran.

After observing for a few minutes, Zhang Yunhe discovered that the Japanese field troops finally stopped in a place with lush trees and vegetation, and began to quickly set traps and ambushes there using local materials.

At the foot of a mountain wall covered with moss and vines, Ichiro Yamamoto and his special forces spent half an hour setting up a series of traps using the stones, trees, plants, thorns and the engineering shovels in their hands.

"Captain, the arrangements are complete. Everyone else should take their positions and hide!" A Japanese special forces member came over to report to Ichiro Yamamoto.

Yamamoto was stunned and said while smoking a cigarette: "Matsuo-kun, we still need a bait!"

"Bait? Captain, do you want me to be bait?" Matsuo's face showed surprise, shock and anger.

Yamamoto Ichiro said: "How can there be a trap without bait? Without bait, how can we let the red spider lily walk into our ambush?"

"We have left clues along the way. Even without traps, he will catch up!" Matsuo said hurriedly.

Yamamoto Ichiro shook his head and said, "No, have you forgotten that he can become invisible? If there is no bait, how will we know he is coming? If there is no bait, how can he show himself? So someone must be the bait, and you are the most suitable bait. I don't trust anyone else!"

"Don't be afraid, we will protect you unless he shoots from a distance. But as soon as he shoots, we will be able to find his position immediately. While you are waiting, don't sit or stand still. Keep moving so that he can't aim at you!"

"Suppose he fires from a distance and the first shot misses you, then you hide immediately and leave the rest to us. If he doesn't fire from a distance but instead approaches to capture you or attack you at close range, he'll be exposed and won't be able to avoid the traps we've set up around the perimeter!"

Matsuo knew he couldn't refuse, because Yamamoto Ichiro had already made up his mind, and it was an order, so he could only bite the bullet and agree: "Ha Yi!"

"Don't be nervous, relax and be natural!" Yamamoto Ichiro patted Matsuo's shoulder and walked towards the hidden spot left for him.

Matsuo was the only one left in the ambush circle. He walked back and forth with his gun, sometimes checking whether the gun was full of bullets, and sometimes sitting on a fallen dead tree, holding the gun and scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

Matsuo pretended to be very alert on the surface, like a hunted prey, but he was scared to death in his heart. After all, as bait, he could be swallowed by the prey at any time.

Two hundred meters away, on the branch of a tree, Zhang Yunhe was squatting, observing the ambush circle and a series of traps carefully arranged by the Japanese special forces.

These traps include bows and arrows made of tree branches, large pits dug out with spikes at the bottom, sharpened rafts hanging above two tree trunks, and hundreds of short wooden spears with spikes hanging in the air. As long as the mechanism is triggered, these killing weapons will be activated one after another.

Time passed little by little, and Matsuo was so impatient that he didn't know how many times he had walked back and forth in the same place. The ground was flattened by him, but the red spider lily still did not appear.

The Japanese field troops ambushed in various hidden spots gradually lost their patience.

The Japanese special forces soldier in a hidden spot on the left quietly lay on the ground and retreated. After retreating several meters, he climbed up, crouched down, turned around and walked back.

"Fukui-kun, where are you going?" asked his companion Kitagawa in a low voice.

"I can't hold it anymore, I'm going to pee!" Fukui replied in a low voice.

"Be careful, go and come back quickly!"

"understood!"

Fukui walked bent over for more than 20 meters and found a tree in a secluded place, then began to urinate under the tree.

The Japanese special forces member Beichuan was lying under the dead leaves, with only his eyes exposed, staring motionlessly at the front. Matsuo was leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette and muttering something, but no one knew what he was mumbling.

At this moment, a scream of "Ah——" was heard.

Beichuan quickly turned his head and saw where Fukui had gone to urinate. He immediately stood up and rushed towards the screaming sound, shouting: "Captain, it's Fukui-kun, he's in trouble!"

"Baga, come with me and take a look!" Yamamoto Ichiro shouted and chased after him with a gun. Other Japanese special forces also rushed out from their hiding places. Even Matsuo ran over with a gun after hearing the screams.

There was a constant sound of running ahead, branches and plants swaying constantly. Kitagawa chased and shouted, "Over there, Fukui has been captured!"

But as I chased, I could no longer hear the running sounds, nor could I see the branches and plants swaying.

Lost it!

Beichuan had to stop and gasp for breath.

"Where are the people?" Ichiro Yamamoto, who had caught up with them, asked while panting.

"Gone!"

At this time, another Japanese special forces soldier, who was panting, pointed to a large fern leaf next to him and said, "Look, there is blood here!"