Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

After listening to Matsushima's words, Zhang Yunhe said, "Okay, I understand. I'll leave the intelligence fee at the usual place. Go pick it up after 10 a.m. tomorrow."

"Yoshi!" Matsushima said and hung up the phone.

Zhang Yunhe decided not to contact Ma Dazhi for the time being, and to wait until at least tomorrow to contact him and have him send a telegram to the Blue Shirts headquarters tomorrow night to pass on the intelligence.

Before long, the car arrived near the 19th Military Police Station in Yangjiaxing.

Zhang Yunhe parked the car at the street corner as usual and then used 3D virtual holographic imaging to investigate.

He believed that if the Japanese had set up any traps here, they wouldn't be able to hide them from the detection of the 3D virtual holographic image.

After the virtual image was turned on, Zhang Yunhe quickly noticed something was wrong with the image.

"That's not right. When we came to scout yesterday, there were only 68 Japanese military police here. How come there are 71 now? Why are there three more?"

"There must be something wrong here!"

He continued to observe the virtual screen for a while, and apart from the fact that the number of Japanese soldiers had increased by 3, he did not find any other differences or changes.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yunhe decided to drive over and observe for himself.

So he started the car and drove toward the Japanese military police headquarters, not very fast, even a little slow.

As the car slowly passed the gate of the Japanese military police headquarters, Zhang Yunhe observed the sentries at the gate and the patrols inside while driving.

He noticed that the Japanese military police standing guard at the gate seemed nonchalant, showing no signs of the tense atmosphere one might expect, which was different from what he had seen when he last left yesterday.

Yesterday evening, when he left, he specifically drove through here to observe the Japanese soldiers' feelings and the state of the patrol posts inside. At that time, the Japanese military police were very vigilant and on high alert. His car was watched by the Japanese sentries as it passed by the gate until it disappeared into the distance.

Why did the Japanese sentries show no tension or vigilance this time?

Zhang Yunhe was pondering when he noticed a general store among the shops on his left. He drove over, parked on the street, got out of the car, and walked towards the general store.

"Shopkeeper, give me two packs of Sanpaotai," Zhang Yunhe said, knocking on the counter at the entrance of the general store.

The shopkeeper looked up at Zhang Yunhe and said, "Sir, I don't have Sanpaotai cigarettes anymore. Those are foreign cigarettes, and they can't be imported anymore. I only have Daqianmen, Hademen, Laodaopai, and Sanmao, all of which are made in China. Which one would you like?"

Zhang Yunhe never expected that he couldn't even buy a pack of Sanpaotai cigarettes anymore. Nowadays, these cigarettes sold in the domestic market are basically controlled by the Japanese.

"Then how about two packs of Lao Dao brand cigarettes?" Zhang Yunhe said, taking out his money.

"Alright...Here you go!" The shopkeeper took out two boxes of old knives and placed them on the counter.

Zhang Yunhe opened a pack, lit a cigarette and asked, "Shopkeeper, I pass by here almost every day, but why does this Imperial Army Military Police station seem a little different?"

The shopkeeper didn't suspect anything and said, "Well, the original military police have been transferred elsewhere. The current military police here were transferred from another place."

"Huh? I was wondering why something felt different. Turns out, they changed the person. Do you know when they changed them?" Zhang Yunhe asked, smoking a cigarette.

The shopkeeper said, "Last night, several cars and several large trucks came."

"I see! Okay, you go ahead with your work, I'm leaving."

"Okay, go slow!"

Zhang Yunhe got back into his car, started the engine, and drove while pondering, "They really did change personnel. They must have switched posts with other military police units, or maybe these military police aren't real military police at all, just wearing the skin of military police?"

Zhang Yunhe, smoking a cigarette, considered that he couldn't act now; he needed to conduct further investigation. Were the military police stationed here genuine or imposters? Were these people some special Japanese soldiers in disguise? Was there an underground chamber here? Besides the Japanese soldiers he could see, were there other Japanese soldiers hiding there? He needed to find out all of these things.”

After driving around for a while, he stopped at a street corner nearby and began to monitor the military police station.

His instincts told him that there was danger lurking in the military police station, but he didn't know where the danger came from.

He had been watching the 3D virtual holographic image repeatedly in the car, but he couldn't find anything unusual.

"What exactly made me sense the danger? And where exactly within the military police headquarters was this danger lurking?"

This question puzzled Zhang Yunhe. He had been monitoring the area for more than three hours, and it was almost noon. After thinking for a moment, he started his car and drove off to Hongfu Teahouse.

As expected, Ai Cao had the kitchen prepare several dishes that Zhang Yunhe liked, as well as some good wine.

Because he had to monitor the Japanese military police in the afternoon, Zhang Yunhe did not drink alcohol, but only ate a meal with Ai Cao.

Before 2 p.m., Zhang Yunhe drove to the vicinity of the Yangjiaxing Military Police Station again to conduct surveillance.

The following afternoon, before leaving Shanghai to return to Hong Kong, Zhang Yunhe made a phone call to Ma Dazhi.

"Hello?" Ma Dazhi's voice came through the phone.

Zhang Yunhe said, "We have found the whereabouts of William Gander and the remaining seven members of the Eastern Mission. They are all currently being held in the Pudong concentration camp, which used to be the Pudong Hospital!"

"According to my investigation, after being arrested, William Gander couldn't withstand the torture and revealed the whereabouts of his other seven men!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Dazhi said, "I knew it would be like this. I'll send a telegram to the Blue Shirts headquarters to relay this message to them later. As for what they say to the gentlemen who are squatting, that's their business!"

Two days later, on a morning when Zhang Yunhe had just arrived in the French Concession of Shanghai from Hong Kong Island, he received a phone call from Ma Dazhi.

He found a spot to park on the street and answered the phone: "Hello?"

Ma Dazhi's voice came through: "I received news that William Gander, who was being held in the Pudong concentration camp, was assassinated yesterday afternoon, but the assassin failed and was riddled with bullets by the Japanese soldiers who arrived in time. Although William Gander is not in mortal danger, he was injured!"

"It's said that this foreign devil has been taken away by the Special Higher Police, and no one knows where he's being held now. The Blue Shirts Society headquarters received a commission from the gangsters and issued a kill order for Gan De to the people at the Songhu Station."

"Last night, the Blue Shirts headquarters contacted me, saying that the gangsters are willing to pay pounds to kill Gander."

At that time, the pound sterling was very valuable and the most valuable currency in the world. According to the international exchange rate at that time, the exchange rate of the pound sterling to the US dollar was 1:4.5.

That 2 pounds could buy two P40 fighter jets.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yunhe asked, "Don't tell me you want to earn these pounds?"