Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"Beep beep beep," Zhang Yunhe pressed a few buttons on the Iron Blood computer, scanning the rubble where the original cells were. He found that everyone trapped under the rubble had lost vital signs. He had scanned again after the shelling, and there were still a few people with vital signs at that time, but they were all seriously injured.

Now that these people are dead, there is no need for a rescue operation.

Zhang Yunhe quickly cleaned up the battlefield, putting all the usable guns and ammunition into his backpack, discarding the damaged ones.

The military police station was also surrounded by another military police squad, with Japanese military police standing guard at every intersection. Zhang Yunhe decided to assess the situation: if he could deal with these Japanese soldiers, he would; if not, he would find an opportunity to leave and then notify Fan Biao that the rescue mission had failed, so that they could evacuate.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the military police station, which had been damaged by artillery fire, he saw five Japanese military policemen standing at the gate, holding rifles and pacing back and forth.

He walked to the corner of the gatehouse and peeked out to observe. After studying the positions of the five Japanese soldiers, he took out an AK from his backpack and checked the ammunition.

He seized the opportunity and immediately unleashed a three-round burst of fire at the three Japanese soldiers at the gate, "rat-a-tat-tat."

After firing three bullets, he immediately rolled forward on the ground to change his position.

Three Japanese soldiers who were ambushed fell to the ground on the spot after being hit. The remaining two Japanese soldiers were highly skilled in combat. As soon as they heard the gunshot, they immediately turned around, crouched down, and raised their guns to find the target. After they saw the location of the muzzle flash of Zhang Yunhe's last shot, they immediately released the safety of their guns and returned fire.

However, Zhang Yunhe had already changed positions, and the two Japanese soldiers fired shots into the open ground.

Zhang Yunhe rolled off the ground and immediately fired two bursts of fire at the remaining two Japanese soldiers: "Da da!"

With a series of "thumps," two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground after being shot, and the Japanese soldiers guarding the gate were all wiped out.

Zhang Yunhe didn't even have time to collect the guns and ammunition at the scene, because Japanese soldiers patrolling the streets not far from the left and right sides had heard the gunshots and were already running towards them.

Hearing footsteps, Zhang Yunhe turned his head to observe and saw eight Japanese soldiers running from the walls on both sides of the gate. He immediately ran to the left for more than ten meters, jumped onto the wall, and squatted on it.

Four Japanese soldiers, rifles at the ready, ran past him toward the gate. Zhang Yunhe immediately pointed his gun at the last soldier and pulled the trigger: "Rat-a-tat-tat!"

Four consecutive bursts of fire, each bullet accurately hitting a Japanese soldier in the back.

After firing those four shots, he immediately jumped off the wall and used the street poles for cover.

Four Japanese soldiers running from the right saw their four comrades killed and saw gunfire erupting on the wall 40 meters away. They all raised their guns and fired at Zhang Yunhe's previous position: "Bang bang bang bang!"

Without a doubt, all the bullets were wasted.

But the Japanese soldiers did not stop firing. They covered each other and advanced in tactical movements and combat formations while firing. Before long, they arrived at the bodies of the four Japanese soldiers who had been killed.

Zhang Yunhe, who was hiding behind the utility pole, took out a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it on the ground between the four Japanese soldiers.

With a loud thud, the grenade landed on the ground, and the four Japanese soldiers turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

The surrounding area had already lost power due to the shelling destroying the power lines, and the streetlights were also out. The light here was very dim, and by the time the Japanese soldiers realized that what had fallen on the ground was a grenade and tried to take cover, it was too late.

With a loud "boom," the grenade exploded, and four Japanese soldiers were thrown to the ground by the shockwave, their bodies riddled with shrapnel.

Zhang Yunhe didn't care whether they were injured or dead. He stepped out from behind the utility pole, raised his AK, and fired four bursts at the four Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers who were hit twitched a few times and then died completely.

Zhang Yunhe continued walking along the left wall, and after walking for 200 meters, he came to a street intersection.

Eight Japanese soldiers set up a checkpoint here, prohibiting unauthorized pedestrians and vehicles from going towards the military police station, and also prohibiting people coming from the military police station from leaving.

Zhang Yunhe made his way to the intersection and observed the positions of the eight Japanese soldiers, discovering that they were standing in a circle.

"You're asking for it!" Zhang Yunhe muttered, took a boomerang from his waist and threw it out. The boomerang made a low buzzing sound as it flew through the air.

Hearing the buzzing sound, someone couldn't help but turn around and ask, "What's that sound?"

"I don't know," someone next to him said, turning their head to look as well.

"Pfft" "Pfft" "Pfft"...

The boomerang in the darkness was like a scythe of death. After flying in a circle, it cut off the heads of eight Japanese soldiers on the street. The heads of the Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one after another, and their bodies fell down one after another. Blood quickly flowed all over the ground.

When the boomerang flew back, Zhang Yunhe caught it precisely and put it back to his waist. He walked to the middle of the intersection, picked up the gun on the ground, and looted the ammunition and other equipment from the corpse.

Standing at the corner of the intersection and looking east onto the main street, you can see two patrol teams of five people each patrolling in neat rows towards each other.

Zhang Yunhe walked over slowly.

Two minutes later, a patrol team walked towards him, and he stopped and stood in the middle of the street.

The Japanese patrolmen were completely unaware that there was a person standing in front of them.

When the first Japanese soldier in the patrol line reached within a meter of him, he stomped his feet on the ground and sprang forward with a "whoosh," the wrist blade on his arm popping out instantly.

The Japanese soldiers only felt a gust of wind whistling past, and then heard a continuous "pfft pfft pfft..." sound, followed by a series of sharp pains that traveled from their necks to their brains.

They discovered that blood was spurting from their necks. One by one, they clutched their bleeding necks in shock. They were terrified and panicked. Their bodies grew weaker and weaker, their consciousness became increasingly blurred, and one after another they collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

Zhang Yunhe didn't even glance at the five Japanese soldiers; he silently arrived behind a patrol team ahead.

As the patrol team turned back at the intersection, Zhang Yunhe immediately sped up and rushed over, severing their carotid arteries in the same way, leaving them lying on the ground clutching their bleeding necks, making their last struggle.

"Baka! What's going on?" The Japanese sergeant at the northeast corner of the street intersection exclaimed in alarm when he saw five Japanese soldiers on patrol lying on the ground, clutching their necks and convulsing.

The Japanese sentries, guns in hand, rushed over and formed a circle around the perimeter to maintain order.

The Japanese sergeant knelt down beside a comrade who was still convulsing and examined him, discovering that the man's neck had been slashed by a sharp blade.

He checked two more, and they were both in the same situation.

"How could this happen? Who did this?"