Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

For Zhang Yunhe, it was not difficult to rescue Dong Sishu and others from the police station, but it was a bit difficult to prevent others from knowing that these people were rescued by him and not to expose his special abilities in front of these people. After all, there is no wall that is impenetrable, unless this matter has nothing to do with him, Zhang Yunhe.

Zhang Yunhe thought about it for a long time. Other problems can be solved with gold bars, but this problem really cannot be solved with gold bars. After all, the police station knows that these people are underground party members. Of course, if enough gold bars are given so that the senior management of the police station can ignore the threat of the Japanese, it is not impossible, but Zhang Yunhe is unwilling to be the scapegoat.

The next morning, Zhang Yunhe sat on the sofa in the living room and thought for more than an hour, and finally decided to use the hostage-for-hostage method to rescue Dong Sishu and others.

In this way, he doesn't have to contact Dong Sishu and other parties involved, and he can hide his identity and do this.

The door opened, and the wife who had gone out to buy breakfast came back with soup dumplings, fried dough sticks and soy milk.

"Yunhe, is the porridge ready?" Liu Huilan asked after closing the door.

"Ah? Porridge? I don't know!" Zhang Yunhe came back to his senses and answered.

"Didn't I ask you to watch over the porridge? Why didn't you take care of it the whole time?" The wife said as she quickly put the breakfast she bought on the dining table and turned around and walked into the kitchen.

When she came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of porridge, she said, "Luckily I came back in time, otherwise the porridge would have been burnt. Although it's a little thick now, it's still edible. What are you doing? Have you washed up? Hurry up and wash up and have breakfast!"

Zhang Yunhe stood up and agreed: "Coming!"

While eating breakfast, Liu Huilan asked, "You wouldn't have been sitting at home alone for so long, right?"

"What do you mean by dazed? I'm just thinking about how to get your Uncle Dong and his colleagues out, okay?" Zhang Yunhe said as he took a small mouthful of porridge.

The wife quickly asked, "Have you thought of any solution?"

Zhang Yunhe said, "I don't know the situation of Dong Sishu and the others yet, but their arrest has caused quite a stir. I need to get some information first. However, I feel that it will be difficult to rescue them using the method I used to rescue you!"

"I read yesterday's newspapers. Several of them said they were very likely members of the underground party. If that's the case, the police wouldn't dare to let them go easily. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain to the Japanese. So, the method of bribing the police officers is unlikely to work!"

The wife asked, “So what are you going to do?”

"I'll go and find out some information first. It's not appropriate for me to be involved in this matter. After all, they might be underground party members, and I have to avoid suspicion. I'll see if I can find a foreigner to bail them out, but this may take some time!" said Zhang Yunhe.

The matter of Dong Sishu and others involves the Japanese Special High Technology Department and the Military Police Headquarters, and may even involve high-level Japanese officials. The French police certainly dare not release them privately. In order to get them out, Zhang Yunhe believes that the best way is to find high-level officials of the French Concession Municipal Council, or even the French consul.

Perhaps the senior officials of the Municipal Council did not dare to anger the Japanese.

Zhang Yunhe narrowed his choices to two people, one of whom was Rao Jialin, the general manager of the Municipal Council; the other was French Consul Borders.

If we were to say which of these two people has more power, it would undoubtedly be French Consul Borders, because the French Consul has absolute say in the election and appointment of the board members of the Municipal Council, and the French Consul also has the power to dissolve the board of directors of the Municipal Council and form a new one.

Therefore, the French consul had supreme power in the French Concession.

The General Manager of the Municipal Council was the highest official directly managing administrative affairs in the French Concession, and the Director of the French Police Station was directly appointed by the General Manager.

On the rooftop of a building near the French Consulate's residence, Zhang Yunhe was observing the situation inside the French Consulate's residence with a military telescope.

In the past two days, he has been investigating the personal and family member information of General Director Rao Jialin and French Consul Borders.

Rao Jialin is a French old man in his sixties. He is a priest by profession. After investigation, Zhang Yunhe has not found anything that can be used as a threat by this person.

The French Consul Borders was a fat man in his fifties. His wife, son, daughter-in-law and grandson were all in Shanghai.

Through the telescope, in the main building of the consulate, a young foreign woman in her thirties was holding the hand of a seven or eight-year-old foreign boy as they walked towards a car parked in front of the building.

According to the information obtained from the investigation, the young woman is Borders' daughter-in-law Sarah, and the little boy is his grandson Paul.

Through two days of observation, Zhang Yunhe discovered that Sarah would send her son Paul to the Sino-French School every morning and pick him up from school at five in the afternoon.

Whether going to school or coming home from school, Sarah and Paul are always accompanied by two strong foreign bodyguards, including a driver.

Zhang Yunhe's purpose was simple: to kidnap Sarah and Paul, mother and son, and force Borders to order the Municipal Council to let the police release them.

"It seems that it's no longer possible to invite Sarah and her son to our house using non-violent methods. We have to take action!" Zhang Yunhe muttered to himself, put away the telescope, turned around and went down from the roof.

Five o'clock in the afternoon, in front of the Sino-French School.

There are people coming and going and cars flowing on the road.

There were many vendors setting up stalls around the school gate, with hawking sounds coming one after another. The aroma of pot cakes, egg-filled pancakes, and Jianbing wafted in the air, making the foreign parents who came to pick up their children from school couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

This school was founded specifically for the children of French expatriates in Shanghai. It takes the route of elite education among the elites, and the French Concession Municipal Council allocates special education funds to run the school every year.

As school was about to end, the iron gate of the school was filled with parents. Next to the Guokui stall across the street, Zhang Yunhe, wearing a black woolen coat and a top hat, was slowly nibbling a Guokui wrapped in oil paper and brushed with chili sauce in his hands wearing leather gloves.

He was chewing on a pot cake, but his eyes kept looking around.

At this time, a black car slowly drove over. The foreigners in front heard the car horn, turned their heads and saw it, and then they all made way.

The car stopped at the main gate of the school. The passenger door was opened and a strong foreign man in a short coat got out first. Then he opened the back door and a young foreign woman stretched out her long legs in black stockings and high heels and got out. She was Borders' daughter-in-law Sarah.

Under the protection and guidance of the strong bodyguards, Sarah walked towards the school gate.

Zhang Yunhe stuffed the last bite of the pot cake into his mouth, clapped his hands, and walked across the road towards the car.

After school, the school gate opened and students walked out of the campus one after another. Sarah picked up her son Paul through a specially opened VIP passage.

Seeing Sarah and her son and another bodyguard coming over, the driver immediately got out of the car and opened the back door, and Sarah and her son got in one after another.

After closing the car door, the driver got into the driver's seat, and another strong foreign bodyguard walked around the rear of the car and prepared to get into the passenger seat on the other side.

As soon as he went around to the other side, Zhang Yunhe, who was wearing a devil mask, walked up to him and hit him unexpectedly in the right ribs with a heavy punch. The punch was quite concealed and the strong man from the foreign company had no way to dodge it. He was hit on the spot and his eyes widened. His face turned purple in an instant and his body slowly squatted down and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yunhe quickly opened the car door and got in. Before the driver could react, he had already sat next to the little boy Paul and put a gun to the back of the driver's head, saying coldly, "Drive, or I'll blow your head off!"