Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

The second Japanese ninja found that the three steel needles he shot hit the open ground and did not hit Zhang Yunhe, so he knew that he had been tricked. It would have been better if he had not taken action, but this action exposed his position.

He immediately wanted to move, but it was too late. An invisible net instantly covered him, preventing him from continuing to cling to the ceiling of the corridor. After being covered by the steel net, he instantly fell to the ground.

"Swish, swish, swish" three plum blossom darts were thrown out in an instant by the third ninja.

As soon as Zhang Yunhe changed his position, a plum blossom dart was shot over, and "ding ding ding" the plum blossom dart hit the ground.

Zhang Yunhe quickly locked onto the third ninja and fired an energy bomb from his shoulder cannon.

The ninja sensed danger and quickly moved to another position. The energy bullet hit the ceiling of the corridor, creating a hole in the concrete slab above his head. The light from the warehouse on the ground shone through the hole.

Zhang Yunhe's shoulder cannon quickly turned around and locked onto the third ninja, continuously firing energy bullets. Although the ninja kept dodging and changing positions, he was ultimately unable to escape the lock and was hit by the fourth energy bullet. This single shot blew off his left shoulder and left arm.

He fell from the wall and hit the ground. The scorching heat of the energy bomb instantly burned a large area of ​​his wounds, preventing him from dying immediately.

He grabbed the katana and used his only remaining arm to support himself and tried to get up, but because of the lack of blood supply to his injured brain, he began to feel dizzy.

Zhang Yunhe jumped in front of him in an instant and slashed with his sword. The Japanese ninja raised his samurai sword and barely blocked it, but he was no longer able to resist. Zhang Yunhe picked up the samurai sword he dropped and stabbed it through his chest, then nailed him to the wall.

The second devil ninja was still struggling desperately. He was bound by the steel net more and more tightly, and the steel net had shrunk into his skin.

Zhang Yunhe turned and walked over and stabbed him through the steel mesh with his Tang Dao, killing him, and nailed the body to the wall with his samurai sword.

The first ninja he shot with the dart had already died at this time.

Zhang Yunhe scanned again with the Iron Blood Mask. The hearts of the three devils had completely stopped beating, their body temperatures were dropping rapidly, and they had no signs of life. They were confirmed to be dead.

He scanned the entire underground cold storage three times in a row, and even searched each dilapidated freezer, but found no other living people. All the rats and cockroaches were killed.

A lot of time was wasted. Zhang Yunhe was worried that some nearby residents might call the police station to report the case, or that the gunshots might be heard by the Japanese gendarmerie. He did not even look for a room to disguise himself. He directly took out a set of night clothes from the space in his backpack and put them on. After covering his face, he kicked down the door of the interrogation room.

He walked up to Fan Biao, who was tied to a wooden frame, holding a pistol and asked, "Fan Biao, are you okay?"

Fan Biao, covered in wounds, slowly raised his head. He recognized the voice of the person coming and slowly opened his closed eyes. When the man in black in front of him gradually became clearer, he asked weakly, "Mr. A?"

"It's me!" said Zhang Yunhe.

"I can't die yet. Saburo Aso tortured me for a whole day and even changed my position in the middle. I didn't say anything," said Fan Biao.

Zhang Yunhe said, "We made quite a commotion just now. It's not safe here anymore. We need to leave quickly. Can you still go?"

Fan Biao smiled bitterly and said, "That beast Aso put me on the tiger bench. Even if my knees aren't broken yet, I probably won't be able to walk for a while!"

"Let me carry you away!" Zhang Yunhe said, and immediately untied the rope for Fan Biao, then carried him on his shoulders and quickly left the interrogation room.

In the corridor of the underground cold storage, Fan Biao saw the damage caused by the fierce fight between Zhang Yunhe and the three Japanese ninjas. He also saw the bodies of the three Japanese ninjas nailed to the wall by samurai swords. He couldn't help but gasp for a moment.

"Who are these three men in black?" Fan Biao asked.

Zhang Yunhe said as he walked, "They are ninjas, assassins from the Japanese assassination organization. These three people are very skilled in swordsmanship. I almost fell into their hands. The Special High Technology Department probably brought them here specifically to deal with me."

When the two men went up from the underground cold storage to the ground warehouse, Fan Biao saw the bodies of Japanese spies being hung one after another along the way.

He asked, "Aso Saburo is dead too? Did you kill all those Japanese spies?"

"There is no one else here except the two of us," said Zhang Yunhe.

Fan Biao said, "Why bother hanging their bodies when you can just kill them?"

"It's for deterrence and intimidation, and also to keep the devils from figuring out our strengths and weaknesses!"

Zhang Yunhe casually explained and then changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this. How did you get exposed?"

Speaking of this, Fan Biao was filled with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "Something went wrong with one of my men named He Xiao. He got drunk with someone at a restaurant and told them about how we hijacked a Japanese cargo ship carrying munitions a few years ago. It happened to be overheard by No. 76's spy."

"After being captured, this guy couldn't stand the torture of the devils and betrayed me. I guess there are many brothers who were captured and put in No. 76."

After coming out of the warehouse yard, Zhang Yunhe found a car parked at the intersection, stuffed Fan Biao into the back seat, and drove away quickly.

Less than two minutes after his car drove away, two police cars drove over. It must be that someone nearby called the police station to report a case.

Zhang Yunhe asked as he drove, "Do you have a safe and secluded place to live? I want a house that no one else knows about."

"There is a place not far ahead. I don't live there often. I only go there for one or two days a month, and I always go there alone. There is only an old servant in that house. No one knows that it is my hidden stay, not even my wife and children," said Fan Biao.

Zhang Yunhe asked again, "After your identity is exposed, will your wife and children be in danger?"

"As early as three years ago, I settled my wife and children in the French Concession, a secret residence. Except for two old servants who have been taking care of me for more than ten years and have been serving them, no one knows where they are!" said Fan Biao.

Zhang Yunhe said, "That's good. What we're doing is a life-or-death matter. We must take care of our families and protect them. We won't let them get hurt! Please show me the way."

"Just keep going straight, then turn right after three intersections..."

Not long after, Zhang Yunhe drove the car to Fan Biao's secret residence, parked him outside the door, and took out some healing medicines, anti-inflammatory sulfa, saline solution, glucose injection, disinfectant veil, syringes, bandages and other medical supplies.

"I've taken a look and there's nothing wrong with your knee bones. It's mainly due to the overstretching of the fascia. Have your servant find a clinic and buy some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing ointment. Apply it for half a month and see the effects."

"Also, don't show up in public for a while. Don't contact anyone except your family. Don't even contact your former subordinates or the brothers in the police station. If there's anything you can't resolve, just call me!"