Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

When he reached the entrance, Zhang Yunhe smelled a faint stench of pig manure and urine. He turned his head and saw an iron rack next to the wall with several rusty iron hooks hanging on it, which seemed to be used to hang pork.

It looks like this was once a slaughterhouse.

He turned around and walked under the iron frame, took down the five rusty iron hooks hanging on it and put them into the backpack space. In the end, there was still a one-foot-three-inch long pull hook left. This thing looked like the pig hook used by the butcher to catch pigs.

The pig hook is a very fierce tool. Three or four strong men may not be able to hold down a fat pig weighing more than 200 pounds. However, the pig butcher only uses a pig hook to hook the chin or neck of the fat pig, and the fat pig cannot move no matter how strong it is.

Zhang Yunhe reached out and took the handle of the pig-pulling hook and took a look. Although the hook was rusty, it looked like the steel was in good condition. The tip of the hook was still sharp and felt heavy in his hand. He put it into the backpack.

He turned and walked to the entrance, bent down and pulled open the large wooden board. Under the board was a concrete staircase leading to the underground. At the end of the staircase stood two young men smoking. Both of them were wearing suits and had short flat heads.

"Huh? Why is the wooden board above open? Who?" The man in a suit on the left asked sternly in Japanese, while reaching to his waist and pulling out a pistol.

Zhang Yunhe, who was standing at the entrance above, heard the Japanese language and was now certain that these people were all Japanese devils. Even if they were not from the Special High Technology Bureau, they were definitely from some Japanese organization.

Another Japanese spy at the bottom of the stairs hurriedly threw away his cigarette and quickly pulled out his pistol and loaded it.

"Who is it?" the Japanese spy on the left asked again.

Still no one came out from above, and no one spoke.

The two Japanese spies looked at each other. The one on the left nodded to his companion with guns in both hands. His companion immediately pointed the muzzle of the gun above the entrance, stepped onto the stairs, and walked up step by step.

Another Japanese spy also walked up with a gun in his hand, two meters away from him. The two of them stood on the left and right, up and down, covering each other.

When the first Japanese spy came to the ground with a gun in his hand, a vigilant look on his face, the warehouse was quiet, without a sound. He quickly turned around and pointed the gun at the rear, but there was no one behind him.

The Japanese spies behind also came up at this time. They looked nervous and kept changing the direction of their guns, fearing that someone would shoot them from behind.

"There must be someone hiding here. Let's split up and look for him!" said the Japanese spy in front without turning his head.

The Japanese spy on the right rear asked, "Should we go down and report to Captain Aso first?"

The Japanese spy in front thought for a moment and said, "No need, right? Maybe those guys outside are playing a joke on us. Let's find the person first. If nothing happens and we disturb Captain Aso's interrogation and anger him, I can't handle it!"

"Okay, let's split up and look for it!"

So the two of them searched the warehouse separately, one went to the east and the other went to the south.

The warehouse is not small, at least 5 to 600 square meters, and the goods are stacked neatly.

The Japanese spy walking towards the east initially searched behind the piles of goods with guns in both hands. After searching for a while and finding nothing, he relaxed his vigilance a little and changed to holding the gun with one hand.

He walked to a pile of wooden boxes again, turned the corner and pointed the gun forward, but there was still nothing here.

At this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He looked down and saw that his hand holding the gun had fallen to the ground along with the pistol, and blood was spurting out of his wrist.

His face was filled with terror, and he was about to scream in agony because of the intense pain, when suddenly an iron hook appeared and hooked his chin. The sharp hook pierced his vocal cords, making it impossible for him to shout.

A huge force came from the iron hook, dragging his heavy body backwards.

He stretched out his left hand to grab the iron hook, trying to remove it from his throat, but he couldn't do it at all. The iron hook hooked his throat, dragging his body, leaving two marks on the ground with his legs. Blood kept spurting out of his broken wrist, and the blood on the ground formed a long blood line as his body was dragged.

He opened his mouth to breathe, wanting to shout out, but no sound came out.

At this moment, the pulling force from the iron hook suddenly increased several times. Before he could react, he found that his body was hanging in the air. He could see the roof above when he looked up. He knew that he had been hooked to the beam.

Zhang Yunhe jumped down from the beam and looked up at the Japanese spy hanging on the beam, kicking and struggling in the air. His right wrist was still bleeding. He grabbed the iron hook with his left hand, but the hook was too thin and it was difficult to exert force. He couldn't break free no matter what he did. His face had turned purple and pale due to blood loss and lack of oxygen.

The Japanese soldier was hung on the beam, his mouth wide open and making silent screams. His body was still struggling, but the strength of his struggle was obviously beginning to weaken.

"Zaodao-kun, where are you? Have you found anything?" The voice of a companion came from behind a pile of goods not far away.

"Hayato-kun? Hayata-kun?"

His companion finally came over with a pistol in hand. He sniffed and smelled the bloody smell in the air, which made his expression suddenly nervous, his breathing became heavier, and the hand holding the gun increased the strength.

The lights in the warehouse were on, and the Japanese spy saw blood and a hand on the ground.

"This..." The Japanese spy squatted down and picked up the pale and bloody palm with his other hand, and suddenly felt a chill.

He calmed himself down, slowly put down his severed hand, and followed the direction of the blood line on the ground with his pistol. At the same time, he kept turning his head to look left and right, extremely vigilant.

After walking forward for more than ten meters, he stopped because the blood line on the ground was broken.

Above his head, his companion had already died, and his body was still shaking slightly, but he didn't see it.

At this moment, a drop of warm liquid dripped from the air onto his head.

"Hmm?" The Japanese spy frowned. It's raining? Could it be that the warehouse is leaking?

"Bang" another drop of liquid fell, about to land on his cheek.

"Baga!" The Japanese spy cursed inwardly, reached out and touched his cheek, and a hint of red appeared on his fingers.

"Hmm?" The Japanese spy was very confused. Why is the water red? He raised his hand and put it under his nose to smell it.

"Is there a fishy smell? A bloody smell?"

The Japanese spy's expression froze. It was blood!

He immediately looked up at the roof and saw his companion's body hanging on the beam, swaying slightly.

"Ah - Zaodao-kun!" The Japanese spy let out a shrill scream and then pulled the trigger of his pistol.

"Bang bang bang" three shots were fired in succession.

In a room underground, Saburo Aso and two other Japanese spies who were interrogating Fan Biao heard shrill screams and three consecutive gunshots, and their faces suddenly changed.

"Something happened!" Saburo Aso immediately turned around and ran outside, and the other two Japanese soldiers drew their pistols and quickly followed.