Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Zhang Yunhe arrived in the French Concession at 10 a.m. He landed on the roof of a building, and after storing the landing craft, he changed into a light blue robe, put on a black top hat, and then disguised himself as a middle-aged man before walking down the stairs from the rooftop.

At this time of year, the temperatures in the two places are not much different, but people's clothing is quite different, so he changed his white shirt and blue tie into a long robe.

As Zhang Yunhe walked out of the building, he turned his head to observe his surroundings carefully while taking out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a match.

"Whoosh—" Exhaling a long puff of smoke, Zhang Yunhe descended the steps and walked towards the tram stop a few hundred meters away.

After finishing his cigarette, Zhang Yunhe walked to the tram stop. Just then, a tram arrived. He boarded through the front door and tossed a silver coin into the fare box.

Once on the bus, Zhang Yunhe found an empty seat and sat down. He observed that some of the passengers who boarded after him were throwing Japanese military notes into the fare box.

Military scrip was one of the main means by which the Japanese carried out economic plunder. It was used in the occupied areas very early on, and it was used in Shanghai, except in the concessions.

The Japanese mainly used military currency to purchase supplies and raise military funds. After these items ended up in the hands of the people, they could only use them in silence. Because the Japanese forced the use of military currency at almost zero cost, it depreciated significantly after it entered the market.

Previously, the foreigners held the power in the concessions, so there was no Japanese military scrip circulating within them. However, after the Japanese forcibly sent troops to take over the International Settlement, military scrip appeared on the market there. The Japanese used a large amount of military scrip to purchase supplies in the concessions, and Japanese officers and soldiers also used military scrip for consumption in the concessions. The common people had no choice but to accept this and suffered greatly.

However, the people did not like the Japanese military scrip. At first, the people who received the scrip could not spend it at all, and others would not accept it either, so it could only be stuck in their hands. Later, as the people had more and more scrip, it could only be used at a depreciated value.

"We've arrived at the police station. Anyone who wants to get off, please exit through the rear door," the driver announced as he pulled over.

Zhang Yunhe got up and followed the other passengers off the bus.

As soon as I got off the car, I felt the Iron Blood vibrate; a phone call was coming in.

He immediately walked behind a big tree by the roadside, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the number. It was a call from the French Concession Police Department, and the number was Ma Dazhi's office phone number.

He hung up immediately and walked toward a public phone booth not far away.

Someone was making a call in the phone booth. He waited for two minutes until the person hung up and left before opening the door and going in.

After dialing Ma Dazhi's office number, he said, "Let's meet for tea at our usual spot in half an hour."

"Okay, you go first, make some tea and wait for me!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunhe opened the door and found a rickshaw on the street.

"Let's go to Hongfu Teahouse!" Zhang Yunhe said after he sat down.

"Yes, sir, please sit down!" the driver replied and pulled the rickshaw forward.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the teahouse. Zhang Yunhe got out of the car, paid the fare, and went inside.

Ai Cao was standing behind the counter, calculating accounts with an abacus. There were only a few customers in the lobby drinking tea, chatting and eating snacks. There was usually not much business in the morning, but there would be more customers after one o'clock in the afternoon. In the afternoon, there were also storytellers and musicians singing and playing instruments.

"Boss lady, find a private room, brew a pot of good tea, and bring out whatever dried fruits and snacks you have!" Zhang Yunhe walked to the counter and tapped on the counter.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ai Cao looked up in surprise and immediately replied, "Okay, Sister Guihua, send a bowl of the finest pre-rain Longjing tea, along with a plate each of melon seeds, peanuts, yellow peaches, and pastries from Tingyuxuan on the second floor."

"Sir, please follow me!"

Once they reached the second floor, Ai Cao led Zhang Yunhe into Tingyuxuan and closed the door. She immediately threw herself into Zhang Yunhe's arms, saying, "You rascal, you've been gone so long! Where have you been?"

Zhang Yunhe hugged Ai Cao, closed his eyes and smelled the fragrance of her hair. "Of course I'm going to do something important. Have you missed me lately?"

"I've been thinking about it so much, my heart is swollen with longing!" Ai Cao whispered.

After a tender moment, Ai Cao said shyly, "I haven't been feeling well these past few days, I've been nauseous. I went to see a doctor yesterday, and they said I'm pregnant, from the child you left behind before you left last time."

"Really?" Zhang Yunhe asked excitedly.

"Ok!"

"How are you feeling?" Zhang Yunhe asked.

With her eyes closed, Ai Cao said, "So happy!"

Zhang Yunhe sighed, "Actually, getting pregnant in these turbulent times is not a good thing. You've suffered!"

"It's not bitter, not at all. As long as you have me in your heart, I'd be content even if I died."

Two minutes later, Zhang Yunhe gently patted Ai Cao's back: "Alright, Guihua is coming to bring tea and snacks. Also, I need to meet Ma Dazhi from the police station here. You can go down first. If he comes, bring him over."

“Hmm!” Ai Cao agreed. “I’ve never understood why you always have to disguise yourself when you meet him, since you know him?”

Zhang Yunhe said, "He didn't know my true identity, nor had he ever seen my real face. This was a form of protection for both of us. We were doing things that risked our lives. If one of us was accidentally captured by the Japanese, he wouldn't betray his comrade even if he couldn't withstand the torture of the Japanese soldiers because he didn't know the other person's identity."

"Understood, then I'll go down and wait for him," Ai Cao said before parting ways with Zhang Yunhe.

The waitress, Guihua, quickly brought tea, dried fruit, snacks, and fresh fruit.

Not long after, Ai Cao led Ma Dazhi in.

"You guys chat, I'll go to the kitchen and have them prepare the meal. We'll eat here for lunch!" Ai Cao said before leaving and closing the door.

"Sit down!" Zhang Yunhe gestured, picked up a teacup, and poured a cup of tea for Ma Dazhi.

Ma Dazhi had changed his clothes before coming. He wore a long robe, took off his top hat and put it aside, then picked up a teacup and took a sip.

"We found out where those dockworkers are being held. It's a warehouse near Yangjiaxing, now the headquarters of the 19th Military Police Unit under the Military Police Command. There's a small squad of military police stationed there, with 58 combat personnel and 10 non-combat personnel."

At this point, Ma Dazhi took a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it on the table. On the paper was a simple map. "Look," he said, "it's right here. I've marked the names of the surrounding buildings and streets."

Zhang Yunhe studied the map for a while, pondering that the small squad of military police was likely just the visible force, and who knew what other deployments they had made. After all, he had caused the Special Higher Police and the military police to suffer a great loss last time, and these people couldn't possibly be unaware of his abilities. Did they really think they could take him down with just a small squad? The Japanese wouldn't be that forgetful; they were probably secretly preparing a big move.