Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Upon hearing this, Sato immediately ordered: "Go and find the best technical experts in Shanghai. Make sure to copy the contents of this document completely in the shortest possible time, understand?"

"Ha Yi"

Zhang Yunhe knew that after Gan De received the money, he wrote a list of British intelligence agents for Shichibu Saburo. At the time, he thought that as long as the car was blown up, the list would definitely not be left behind.

To his surprise, the list in Shichibu Saburo's briefcase was not completely burned, but only highly carbonized. He also did not expect that the Japanese businessmen would have such a technology to copy it.

Moreover, the Japanese technical experts spent a whole night restoring most of the list, but the remaining small part was completely carbonized, and the font on it was impossible to display.

Even so, the restored list still clearly showed the full names of six British intelligence agents. Some of them were doctors in hospitals, some were owners of foreign goods stores, and others were journalists, customs officers, and employees of the Municipal Council.

After most of the list was restored around 3 a.m., the military police commander Sato immediately ordered the identification and address of the six foreigners on the list, which was not difficult for the Japanese, who had completely controlled Shanghai and the International Settlement.

By 5 a.m., the identities of all six foreigners on the list had been confirmed. Three of them were currently in the International Settlement, while the other three had gone to the French Concession.

After glancing at the investigation results, Sato ordered, "Arrest these three people first. As for the other three who went to the French Concession, contact the French Concession Police Department immediately and ask them to assist in their capture. We cannot let them escape!"

"Hayi!"

At 5:20 a.m., Ma Dazhi, who was not fully awake, was woken up by a series of urgent phone rings. He yawned, squinted, turned on the bedside lamp, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello?"

The voice of Cheng Shaohua, a Chinese police sergeant under his command, came through the phone: "Chief Inspector, something's happened. The Japanese have somehow gotten information that there are three British intelligence agents hiding in our French Concession. The Gendarmerie Headquarters has sent people to negotiate, demanding that we immediately investigate and arrest them. They've provided the names of these three people."

Ma Dazhi immediately came to his senses and asked, "Do you know the names and identities of these three British intelligence agents? Have you found out their current addresses?"

"We've found out. One is named Harry, a journalist, who lives at 34-1999 Pétain Road; the second is..."

After listening, Ma Dazhi asked, "Did you inform the people sent by the Japanese military police headquarters after you found out?"

"Not yet. I'm at the housing registration office right now. I just finished checking the files and called you from here. I haven't gone there yet. The Japanese officers from the Military Police Headquarters and the Special Higher Police are sitting in the reception room, with Deputy Chief Leo from France with them."

Ma Dazhi knew that once the police were mobilized, and with the Japanese military police headquarters and Special Higher Police officers following and supervising, the three British intelligence agents would definitely be caught in their beds, with nowhere to run.

Although these people were neither his comrades nor his compatriots, they were all fighting against the Japanese invaders, and their presence still played a certain role in intelligence work against the Japanese.

He made a decision instantly and immediately said to Cheng Shaohua on the other end of the phone, "For now, you continue to pretend that you haven't found out yet, stay there and stall for 15 minutes. Although we can't help you, we can't help the Japanese do evil, we can't be accomplices to evil, right? What do you say?"

"Chief Inspector, I understand!" Cheng Shaohua immediately replied on the other end of the phone.

Ma Dazhi added, "Yeah, remember, you didn't call me, so I don't know anything about this. Whether the police can catch them is their business. It's almost dawn now, so it's normal that they got up early and went out early, right?"

"Yes, yes, I know what to do."

After hanging up the phone, Ma Dazhi didn't dare to waste a second. Without washing his face or brushing his teeth, he hurriedly put on his clothes, grabbed his car keys, rushed out of the car, started the engine, and sped towards the residence of the three British intelligence agents.

Luckily, the three British intelligence agents all lived on Pétain Road, not too far apart, so he could notify them one by one to evacuate quickly in the shortest amount of time.

Whether they listen to him or not is beyond his control.

Ten minutes later, Ma Dazhi parked the car on the side of the street, took out a small notebook and a pen, and wrote the warning on three separate pieces of paper: "Exposed. Police and Special Higher Police will arrive in 5 minutes. Evacuate immediately."

After getting off the bus, he found a stone on the street, wrapped it in a piece of paper, and threw it onto the second floor of a building on the street.

With a loud crash, stones, including pieces of paper, smashed through the glass and fell onto the floor of the room.

Upon seeing this, Ma Dazhi immediately returned to his car, stepped on the gas, and sped off to the second intelligence agent's residence.

Awakened, reporter Harry immediately turned on the room light. He saw shards of glass scattered all over the floor. Instead of angrily shouting, he immediately noticed the paper wrapped around the stones on the floor.

After picking it up, he opened it, threw away the stone, unfolded the paper, and his expression changed drastically upon seeing the contents. He immediately crumpled the paper into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it forcefully, and then quickly packed his valuables, banknotes, and a few changes of clothes into a box before rushing downstairs.

After notifying the third British intelligence agent, Ma Dazhi immediately drove back to his residence and continued to sleep.

When a police sergeant arrived at reporter Harry's residence with a large number of officers, he found the room wide open and in a mess.

"Sir, no one's here. The windows are smashed. Judging from the furnishings, someone must have been living here in the last two days," one of the officers reported to the sergeant after the officers rushed into the room to search it.

The Japanese agent sent by the Special Higher Police noticed that the blankets on the bed were messy. He walked over and put his hand inside the sheets and blankets, feeling that they were still warm. He immediately said, "The blankets and sheets are still warm. The person must have just left!"

An official from the Japanese military police headquarters questioned, "Did someone leak the news beforehand?"

Upon hearing this, the police chief in charge of the team's expression changed drastically, and he said angrily, "Lieutenant Kameda, what do you mean by this? Ever since we found out where these three people lived, we have rushed over without delay, without stopping along the way. Tell me, who leaked the information?"

"Let me tell you, our police station has no obligation to help you arrest these people. Besides, this is the French Concession, not the International Settlement. We're already doing you a favor by helping you arrest people. You still don't trust us? Otherwise, go and investigate and arrest them yourselves!"