Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"Mrs. Ishida, come in. Do you want me to help you?" The Japanese spy Awahara walked up to Ishida Hanabuko and asked.

Ishida Hanako raised her hand and wiped her tears with her sleeve, watching the Special High Technology Car taking her husband away from the villa, and the other agents also got in the car and followed. She still shed tears and turned around and walked into the villa, sitting alone on the sofa and crying silently.

She hated Miyoko Hatoyama to death. How could she report her husband without telling her? Did she not consider her feelings at all?

She hated herself even more. Why did she tell Hatoyama Midori about this? If Hatoyama Midori didn't know, what happened today would not have happened.

"Pa" "Pa" she slapped herself twice in a row, and couldn't help but lie on the sofa and cry again.

On the streets of the concession, several cars from the Special High Technology Bureau were driving fast.

Zhang Yunhe was sitting in the fourth car. In addition to the driver, there was a Japanese spy sitting on the passenger seat and on each side of him.

There were three cars in front, and most of the spies were in those cars. There was also a monitoring truck in the back, with two monitors, a driver, and two spies on board.

The convoy passed through a wide street and then entered a relatively narrow street.

In the car, Zhang Yunhe and the two secret agents on his left and right swayed with the shaking of the car body.

Through the front windshield, Zhang Yunhe observed the surrounding terrain and thought that now was the best time to take action. If he waited until the terrain was open, the Japanese spies in front would easily surround him once he took action. However, in a narrow and long terrain area, having a large number of people was not a good thing because they could not maneuver freely.

With a thought, he found a thin wire in his hand. He quietly inserted it into the lock of the handcuffs and pried the handcuffs open with two pries.

The agents probably never imagined that even if they searched him for everything, he could still easily remove the handcuffs. They certainly didn't imagine that he had a backpack with space for all kinds of items.

He quietly took off the handcuffs and put them back into the backpack. Two silenced pistols instantly appeared in his hands. He crossed his hands, pointed the muzzles of the guns at the agents on his left and right, and pulled the trigger.

After two slight "puff" sounds were heard, the two businessmen trembled and painful expressions appeared on their faces.

Zhang Yunhe raised his hands again and pressed his two guns against the back of the driver's and the passenger seat's heads. He pulled the trigger with his right hand and killed the Japanese spy in the passenger seat.

The driver turned his head when he heard the noise and saw that his companion had fallen down with a bloody hole on his forehead. At this time, he felt a gun pressed against the back of his head and shuddered with fear.

"Stop the car, or I'll kill you!" Zhang Yunhe's murderous voice without any emotion came into his ears.

"Squeak--" The driver slammed on the brakes, the car suddenly stalled, and the tires made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the ground.

With a light "puff" sound, Zhang Yunhe shot and killed the driver.

He kicked open the car door, jumped over the body of the Japanese spy, rolled on the ground, stood up, turned around quickly and raised his two guns.

The driver of the monitoring truck behind saw the car in front suddenly brake, so he hurriedly stepped on the brakes and waited for the truck to stop, so as to avoid a collision. But when the truck stopped, they were greeted by bullets continuously fired from the two pistols in Zhang Yunhe's hands.

"Puff puff"……

Bullets continued to hit the front windshield of the truck, penetrated the windshield, left small cracks on the glass, and continued to shoot at the driver and two other agents in the cab.

The truck driver and the two Japanese soldiers who were shot by bullets trembled violently, and they received their lunch boxes before they could even pull out their pistols.

There were two monitors in the truck. Zhang Yunhe walked towards the truck while changing his pistol. When he reached the rear of the truck, he saw the two monitors lying under the chairs. Apparently, the sudden braking of the truck had caused them to lose their balance and fall.

"Puff puff" Under the terrified gaze of the two Japanese eavesdroppers, Zhang Yunhe shot and ended their sinful lives.

"Stop, stop quickly, something happened!" The spy in the third of the three cars in front shouted immediately when he found that the car behind did not catch up.

"Bang bang" The spy who got off the car first pulled out his pistol and fired two shots into the air to warn the spies in the two cars in front.

"squeak--"

"squeak--"

The two cars in front, which were full of Japanese spies, immediately braked when they heard the gunshots. The spies pushed open the car doors and got out, drawing their guns.

"Hurry, hurry, everyone, surround him from both sides. It must be the fake Ishida who is resisting. Capture him alive!" After getting out of the car, Yamauchi Taiichi loaded his pistol and gave orders loudly.

The agents, holding their pistols, surrounded the car from the left and right sides.

At this time, Zhang Yunhe took out a light machine gun from the backpack space, held the light machine gun bracket with one hand, held the handle with the other hand, and placed the butt of the gun on his shoulder. He flashed to the right side of the truck compartment and saw the spies coming from the right side. He immediately fired at the spies.

"Da da da, da da da, da da da"

The spies were suddenly attacked. The first few had no time to dodge and were knocked to the ground. The other spies each fired a shot, but were suppressed and hid behind the car.

Zhang Yunhe quickly dodged to the left side of the rear of the truck, holding a light machine gun. Seven or eight secret agents were crouching towards him with guns in hand. He didn't hesitate and lowered the muzzle of his gun to fire at the secret agents: "Da da da, da da da..."

The Japanese spies also fired their guns while looking for cover to hide.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"...

For a moment, fierce gunfire rang out in this narrow street, and bullets flew everywhere.

Pedestrians nearby screamed and fled in fear, and the shop assistants and managers in the shops on both sides hurriedly closed their doors for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

"Da da da, da da da" The machine gun in Zhang Yunhe's hand kept firing continuously. The firepower suppressed the surviving spies and they could only hide behind the car and fire a shot from time to time. However, because of the random shooting, the bullets did not hit Zhang Yunhe at all.

Zhang Yunhe stopped shooting, took out a grenade from the backpack, bit off the pull ring with his mouth, and threw it towards the hiding place of the Japanese spies.

Grenades were thrown one after another, and explosions sounded again and again.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"...

Zhang Yunhe threw eight grenades in a row, and several cars were completely deformed and the car windows were almost all shattered.

The Japanese spies hiding behind the car suffered heavy casualties in the explosion.

After throwing the eighth grenade, Zhang Yunhe took out an AK from the backpack, pulled the bolt, and with a "click", the bullet was loaded.

He stepped on the broken glass on the ground, with a face blackened by gunpowder smoke, and walked towards the place where the remaining Japanese spies were hiding with firm steps.

Just as a Japanese spy showed up and wanted to check on Zhang Yunhe's condition, Zhang Yunhe turned the muzzle of his gun and fired three bursts of shots. The Japanese spy was shot in the head and neck. A lot of blood spurted out of the body, and his neck was almost broken by the bullets.

"Da da, da da, da da..."

At this time, there were only 8 Japanese spies still struggling to survive hiding behind the car, and all of them were injured. They were really no match for Zhang Yunhe. The firepower of the weapon in his hand was too strong. First, the light machine gun swept, and then the grenades exploded continuously. They were extremely lucky to be alive until now. They were not killed on the spot by bullets. Being killed by grenades was already a good thing. Several Japanese spies were killed by grenades.