Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

“Buzzing…” An ominous sound echoed around.

The Japanese sergeant, who was squatting on the ground examining the corpses, looked up and asked, but no one answered. Only heads kept falling and headless corpses lay on the ground, spurting blood.

"Ah—" The Japanese sergeant was so startled by this bizarre scene that he fell to the ground with a thud, scrambling backward on all fours while screaming, "Ghost, ghost, ghost..."

Zhang Yunhe caught the boomerang that flew back and watched as the terrified Japanese sergeant scrambled to his feet and ran forward like a madman.

With a flick of his toe, he lifted a Type 38 rifle, caught it, and threw it at the Japanese sergeant's back.

The rifle pierced the night sky, and the bayonet instantly pierced the Japanese sergeant's back. The sergeant staggered two steps and fell to the ground, unable to get up again. After struggling a few times, he became completely still.

Half an hour later, all of Sakata Tadayoshi's men were wiped out; not a single one survived.

All the Japanese soldiers in the Yangjiaxing military police station and the surrounding streets were wiped out, leaving the scene deathly silent. Some trees and flammable materials were still burning at the site of the shelling, and smoke filled the sky.

Two kilometers away, on the empty ground of the abandoned factory, Fan Biao paced back and forth, his brow furrowed, a cigarette between his fingers, his mood extremely anxious.

One of the drivers, who was squatting next to the truck smoking, said, "Boss Fan, your injury has just healed, so you shouldn't walk too much. Stop and rest for a while!"

Fan Biao walked along, smoking a cigarette. "How can I be at ease? There were so many explosions and gunshots over there just now. I have no idea what happened!"

"Old Liang has gone to gather information and will be back soon. Please wait patiently!"

"Sigh!" Fan Biao sighed and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the abandoned factory, and a figure appeared at the door.

"It must be Lao Liang who's back!"

Fan Biao turned his head and immediately walked over quickly.

The driver who returned was indeed one of the ones who had gone to gather information. Upon seeing Fan Biao, he hurriedly said, "Boss Fan, the Japanese have blocked the street corner, so I can't get through. But the explosion must have happened at the military police headquarters. I just heard a burst of gunfire coming from there."

Fan Biao frowned and asked, "Are all the roads leading to the military police headquarters blocked?"

Old Liang nodded and said, "Yes, I took several detours. The Japanese have blocked all the street and alley entrances leading to the military police headquarters. No one or any vehicle is allowed to enter or leave."

"Boss Fan, what do we do now?" another driver asked.

Fan Biao weighed the options in his mind and finally decided not to act rashly. He looked at his pocket watch; it was 11:25 p.m., not yet midnight. Moreover, Zhang Yunhe had clearly stated that they could only drive over to rescue people after seeing colorful fireworks rising in the sky.

It's not time yet, and there are no fireworks in the sky, so it's clearly not the time to head to the military police station to rescue people.

He said with a stern face, "Keep waiting!"

Another half hour passed, and it was already 11:55 p.m., just 5 minutes before midnight, but the colorful fireworks had not yet risen in the sky in the direction of the military police.

"This is how to do?"

Just as Fan Biao and the others were getting anxious and frustrated, a car drove towards the abandoned factory.

"Someone's coming! Hide!" Fan Biao saw the lights and heard the car engine running, and immediately said to the four drivers.

So everyone found a place to hide themselves.

Just as everyone had hidden themselves, a car drove into the abandoned factory and then stopped in the open space.

"Boss Fan, Boss Fan!" Zhang Yunhe rolled down the car window and called out twice.

Fan Biao recognized the distinctive metallic sound of the Old A unit and quickly emerged from his hiding place to reply, "Coming, coming!"

The other four drivers, seeing that it was one of their own, also showed themselves.

Fan Biao ran to the car and asked, "Why did you come here? Weren't you supposed to send a signal?"

Zhang Yunhe got out of the car and waved to Fan Biao.

After the two walked to the side, Zhang Yunhe said in a heavy tone, "Boss Fan, the rescue plan has failed!"

"Failed? There was a huge explosion at the military police station just now, followed by a barrage of gunfire. Could it be..." Fan Biao asked hesitantly.

Zhang Yunhe said, "The Japanese deliberately detained your dock gang there to lure me out, but I didn't expect their viciousness to exceed my imagination. You heard the explosion too. At that time, the Japanese used an entire artillery battalion, a full twenty cannons, to indiscriminately bombard for fifteen minutes."

"When I was carrying out the rescue, the Japanese launched an artillery barrage. I was knocked unconscious by the shockwave of the explosion and didn't crawl out of the rubble until the shelling ended. All the Japanese soldiers and your 72 men were buried under the rubble. Not a single one of them survived!"

Zhang Yunhe's words struck Fan Biao like a thunderbolt, causing him to stumble back two steps and nearly fall to the ground.

Zhang Yunhe went over to help him up and said, "What's done is done, please accept my condolences! The responsibility for this matter... lies with me. The Japanese devils' goal was to lure me out, and your 72 brothers were used as bait. In the end, I'm the one who harmed them. I'm sorry to them!"

Fan Biao suppressed his grief and shook his head, saying, "This isn't your fault. Ever since I started leading my brothers to fight the Japanese, we've been risking our lives. We all knew this day would come sooner or later!"

Zhang Yunhe sighed, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and handed a cigarette to Fan Biao.

After the two lit cigarettes, Zhang Yunhe took two puffs and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Fan Biao said, smoking a cigarette, "You're our boss. You tell us what to do, and we'll do it!"

Zhang Yunhe considered for a moment and said, "You and the rest of your dock gang are already on the Japanese Special Higher Police's list. If you continue to operate in the city, it will be easy to be exposed. In that case, let's proceed according to the original plan. You take the rest of the brothers and leave the city to the countryside and nearby mountains to fight guerrilla warfare against the Japanese and secretly develop your strength."

"I've already made arrangements for what we discussed before. Food, weapons, equipment, ammunition, uniforms, and footwear are stored at various hidden supply points. Take your men there and find an opportunity to retrieve them."

Fan Biao nodded and then asked, "How will we handle the supply problem in the future?"

Zhang Yunhe thought for a moment and said, "Around midnight on the 15th of each month, no more than 10 minutes before or after, I will airdrop supplies in area 3. Military pay will also be airdropped along with the supplies. You and your men will be there to receive them on time!"

"Understood," Fan Biao said. "You don't need to worry about our withdrawal from the city. I, Fan Biao, have been in the business world for so many years. I can manage to get all the remaining brothers out safely!"