Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Nanjing Road.

Once the most prosperous area of ​​Shanghai, it remains prosperous today, but it has lost some of its free and unrestrained atmosphere.

The vendors and shop owners on the street were calling out their wares listlessly.

Pedestrians hurried along, drivers dared not honk their horns, and even the rickshaw bells seemed different, not as clear as before.

People used to chat warmly with acquaintances on the street, but now even when they meet familiar faces, they only exchange a few simple pleasantries before hurrying away.

The Japanese spies, who were omnipresent, had infiltrated every corner of the International Settlement. In the past six months, countless people had been arrested and tortured for their disrespectful remarks or conversations with the Japanese. A terrifying atmosphere permeated the area.

A car slowly drove up from the distance and soon stopped in front of a building.

Zhang Yunhe turned off the cigarette, a cigar dangling from his mouth, and observed the people coming and going at the building's main entrance.

Two minutes later, he got out of the car, closed the door, and looked up at the clock tower on the top floor of the building.

It was exactly ten o'clock in the morning when the clear and loud chimes rang out from the clock tower.

Zhang Yunhe looked around, a cigar between his fingers, and strode into the building.

Five minutes later, he knocked out several meddlesome people and went up to the clock tower.

With a thought, Gan De's corpse and a bundle of hemp rope appeared on the ground.

Zhang Yunhe squatted down and tied the body with hemp rope. He then walked to the window of the clock tower and hung the body on the outer wall. He then tied the other end of the hemp rope to a pillar inside the clock tower.

Even after Zhang Yunhe walked out of the building, no one outside saw the body outside the clock tower.

Zhang Yunhe walked to the car, looked up at the corpse, which was so conspicuous and shocking, but no one on the street would look up at it.

There was a public phone booth nearby. After the people who were making calls came out, Zhang Yunhe immediately went in, put in a silver coin, and dialed a newspaper's phone number.

"Hello, is this the newspaper? There's a body hanging on the clock tower in the International Settlement. It looks like William Gander, a British wine merchant. Haven't you received any news about this?" Zhang Yunhe asked.

"What? Are you serious?" someone exclaimed excitedly on the other end of the phone.

Zhang Yunhe said calmly, "Of course it's true. You can send reporters over. If you're not quick enough, other newspapers might get the first-hand news!"

"We'll send reporters over right away!"

Zhang Yunhe said, "Remember to pay me for the information!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

As Zhang Yunhe emerged from the public phone booth, he discovered that no one had noticed the corpse hanging on the exterior wall atop the building.

He walked to the car, opened the door, got in, started the car, and drove away quickly.

Five minutes later, a rickshaw driver pulled a reporter along at high speed.

Before the rickshaw driver could even come to a complete stop, the reporter jumped off the rickshaw and, without even paying the fare, started taking pictures of the corpse hanging on the clock tower, with flashes going off incessantly.

"Hey, sir, you haven't paid me yet... Uh... Good heavens, there's a person hanging up there!" The rickshaw driver originally wanted to ask the reporter for money, but when he saw the reporter taking pictures upwards, he looked up and saw the corpse, and screamed in fright.

Hearing his terrified screams, the pedestrians and vendors around him looked up. When they saw the corpse, they were all stunned and started shouting.

The screams attracted people from the vicinity, who gradually gathered around and looked up at the corpse hanging outside the clock tower. The street was blocked by the crowd.

Meanwhile, the reporter had already rushed into the building, climbing the stairs until he finally arrived inside, panting. He walked to the window, leaned out, and looked down. The hanging corpse was right in front of him. He immediately took out his camera and started taking pictures of the body.

"click click"

After taking several photos, he changed to several different locations to take more pictures.

When the police arrived, he immediately hid in a concealed spot inside the clock tower.

Six police officers arrived, and there were more than a dozen downstairs maintaining order.

When the police officers dragged the body back into the clock tower and placed it on the ground for on-site examination, a reporter suddenly appeared and took three photos of the body from the front.

"Hey, what are you doing? No taking pictures!" a police sergeant shouted and rushed over to snatch the reporter's camera.

Without a second thought, the reporter turned and ran.

The sheriff chased him up two floors but couldn't catch him, so he had to return, panting heavily.

"Sir, did you catch them?" a patrolman asked.

The sheriff, exhausted like a dog, waved his hand and panted, saying, "Forget it, let's get to the scene quickly!"

Half an hour later, an older police officer said, "Chief, we didn't find any useful clues at the scene. Even the footprints have been cleaned up. The deceased was a foreigner, probably British. The fatal wound was a stab wound to the heart, one stab was fatal. There were also strangulation marks on the neck. The preliminary judgment is that the murderer strangled the deceased and then used a sharp knife to pierce the deceased's heart, causing the death."

“We searched the clock tower carefully but found no bloodstains. However, the body was still warm. If this was the primary crime scene, there's no reason why there shouldn't be any bloodstains on the ground and walls. This is what makes this case so puzzling!”

The sheriff asked, "Have you found any items or documents that can identify the deceased?"

"No, the deceased had nothing on him. He had no identification and not even a penny!"

At 3 p.m. that day, while Zhang Yunhe was still driving around the streets and alleys, constantly recording the locations of Japanese outposts, military police stations, and patrol teams he saw along the way, newsboys in the French Concession began hawking extra editions.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! English wine merchant William Gander has been murdered, and his body is hanging from the clock tower, suspected to be a scare tactic by the military police..."

"Extra! Extra! A murder has occurred in the International Settlement. The victim's body has been found hanging outside the clock tower. Was it a revenge killing? A crime of passion? Revenge? Or perhaps a deterrent?"

These days, the death of one or two people is nothing, just like the death of a cat or a dog. But killing someone and hanging their image on a clock tower is a method that makes people think all sorts of things.

What could possibly lead a murderer to kill someone and then hang them high up?

Since the deceased was a foreigner, and foreigners have always enjoyed privileges here, who would dare to kill a foreigner? People naturally thought of the Japanese, the military police? Or the Special Higher Police? Or perhaps the people from the 76th Division?