Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"Knock knock knock, knock knock knock" Zhang Yunhe knocked on the door for Fan Biao before leaving.

"Ahem, who is it?" An old man's voice came from a room in the house.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom"

After several knocks on the door, the light in the room finally came on.

Zhang Yunhe patted Fan Biao on the shoulder and said, "Your task during this period is to take good care of yourself and hide well so that you won't be found by the Japanese spies again. After a while, I will give you a new identity."

"I understand," Fan Biao nodded.

Zhang Yunhe turned around, got into the car, started the car and left quickly.

The door of the house was finally opened, and an old man stuck his head out and asked, "Who is it at this late hour?"

"Old Tan, it's me!" said Fan Biao.

The old man recognized Fan Biao's voice and took a closer look. "Oh, it's really Master. What's wrong with you?"

"Shh - keep your voice down and help me in quickly," said Fan Biao.

"Oh, okay, okay!" The old man hurried forward to help Fan Biao up, picked up the bag beside him, helped him into the house, turned around and bolted the door, and helped Fan Biao into a room.

"Master, I clean this house every day and change the sheets and pillows every three days. It's very clean," said Old Tan.

Fan Biao frowned because of the pain from the external injuries. He sat down on the bed and said, "Old Tan, I'm injured. Go get some hot water first. I have some medicine here. After cleaning my wound, you can help me apply the medicine."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

After Lao Tan brought some hot water, he wiped the dirty parts of Fan Biao's body and asked him to clean the wounds with alcohol.

Old Tan was quite shocked when he saw the injuries on Fan Biao's body. While cleaning the wound, he asked, "Master, what happened to you? Who hurt you like this? It's so cruel!"

Fan Biao said, "Old Tan, don't ask about this. It won't do you any good if you know. Don't tell anyone that I'm injured and living here, except you and me. Don't let anyone else know."

"Just go about your daily life as usual and don't arouse the suspicion of your neighbors!"

Old Tan quickly agreed: "Okay, Master!"

Fan Biao is not a doctor or nurse, but now he has to prescribe medicine and give himself injections, including glucose, saline and sulfa.

After he was given an IV drip, he asked Lao Tan to apply healing medicine to the wound and then bandage it with gauze.

"There is one more thing, Old Tan. Tomorrow you should go to a clinic and buy some dog-skin plasters to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and treat bruises and injuries. The musk and tiger bone plaster is very good. My knees are suffering a lot, and if I don't treat it, I may become paralyzed," Fan Biao said again.

The musk and tiger bone paste at that time was absolutely genuine. The musk was real musk and the tiger bones were real tiger bones. In later generations, the price of these medicinal materials was higher than gold, and tiger bones were no longer available for purchase, so they could only be replaced by artificial synthesis or other medicinal materials.

But during this period, these two medicinal herbs were not cheap, but at least they could still be bought on the market.

Because it is made of real ingredients, the effect of musk tiger bone paste can be seen immediately. It is very effective in promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, reducing swelling and relieving pain, promoting menstruation and strengthening muscles and bones.

"By the way, in addition to the external application of the plaster, you also need to take it internally. Ask the doctor to prescribe medicine for half a month."

Old Tan quickly agreed: "Okay, Master, I'll take note of it."

After Zhang Yunhe separated from Fan Biao, he did not return to the teahouse directly. He looked at his watch while driving. It was still early. The people from the police station and the Japanese special high technology department should have arrived at the warehouse, right?

Zhang Yunhe decided to go back and see if there was a chance to harvest another wave.

"That warehouse was originally a slaughterhouse. Why not turn it back into a slaughterhouse? The Japanese thought the murderer would escape immediately after killing someone, but I won't escape. Not only will I not escape, I'm going to turn that place into a trap!"

At this time, two police cars stopped outside the warehouse gate, and seven patrolmen got out of the cars, led by a police captain.

Two patrolmen holding rifles immediately rushed to the gate, one on the left and one on the right. The patrolman on the left took a look and turned his head and said, "Sheriff, the gate is ajar."

The patrolmen drew their guns, the sheriff took off the box gun from his waist and made several gestures, and the other patrolmen hid on both sides of the gate.

The half-open door was pushed open by two patrolmen, and immediately a bloody smell hit them in the face. The patrolmen realized that many people might have died here.

"Go!" the sheriff ordered loudly.

Two more patrolmen armed with rifles immediately rushed in one after another, followed by others, and the sheriff finally followed with a box gun.

"Why don't you leave? What's the point of crowding at the gate?" The sheriff couldn't help but scold several policemen unhappily when he saw them huddled together.

"Captain, look..." A patrolman pointed to a man hanging three meters high in front of him, with his intestines hanging out and dragging on the ground.

"Ugh—" A newly recruited policeman couldn't help but vomit on the spot.

"Ugh—Ugh—" Three more policemen couldn't help but ran to the side and squatted on the ground vomiting violently.

Seeing the corpse hanging in the air, the sheriff's face turned pale instantly. He judged that this was definitely not a simple homicide case.

After calming down, he immediately gave orders: "Alright, everyone, get up and do your work. Xiao Zhang, Xiao Lin, you two, search the area near the gate carefully. Xiao Wang, Lao Chang, you two, go to the lighted warehouse and take a look. If you find any more bodies, guns, bullets, or other brothers, be sure to protect the scene."

"Lao Hong and Guo Piezi, you two set up a cordon outside the warehouse gate. Taozi, go call the police station and tell them there's been a murder and have them send someone to investigate the scene."

"Yes, Sheriff!" The patrolmen immediately took action after receiving the order.

Less than a minute later, patrolman Xiao Zhang shouted: "Sheriff, we found a body hanging from a tree."

On the other side, Xiao Lin also screamed: "Sheriff, a body was found here, also hanging on the tree. The body is bloody, the clothes are gone, and the skin has been peeled off."

The sheriff immediately ran to Xiaolin with a box gun and looked up at the tree. Sure enough, he saw a skinned corpse with a rope around its neck hanging from the tree, just like a skinned toad.

"It's so cruel! Who did this?" Policeman Xiao Lin said tremblingly.

The sheriff saw a pile of clothes in the bushes nearby and immediately said to Xiaolin, "Go over there and get the clothes. Maybe they have the deceased's ID."

"Oh," Xiaolin agreed quickly, ran over and picked up a pile of clothes from the bushes, and searched the pockets of the clothes under the light at the gate.

"Sheriff, there's an ID and a wallet."

The sheriff immediately walked over, took the ID, and opened it. It was Jiro Kameda, male, 23 years old, position: member of the Special High Technology Operations Team, Team 3...

"Hiss—" the sheriff gasped, "It's over, something terrible has happened, the one who died is from the Special High Technology Department..."