Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

A temporary secret surveillance post of the Special Higher Police (STP) located one kilometer away from the Yangjiaxing Military Police Station.

A Japanese spy was observing the military police garrison in the distance through binoculars by the window of the room.

Another Japanese agent came over from inside the room and asked, "Kirimura-kun, is there any movement?"

The Japanese agent named Kirimura did not lower his binoculars. He shook his head and said, "No, after the smoke cleared, there were only corpses at the military police station. We didn't see any living people. We don't know how Section Chief Sakata and the others are doing!"

Yokoi, who was asking the question, said with some concern, "Yes, it's been more than half an hour, why haven't we heard anything back yet?"

Kirimura put down his binoculars and turned to his companion, saying, "Yokoi-kun, why don't you go over and check out the situation?"

Yokoi hesitated. "I'd like to go too, but the section chief's orders are to stay here and maintain liaison. The section chief and the military police headquarters might call to inquire about the situation."

"Alright, let's wait a bit longer!" Kirimura had no choice but to say.

Outside the door, Zhang Yunhe, who had been hiding, had already arrived silently.

He learned about this secret surveillance location from a Japanese spy who was on guard near the military police station. After notifying Fan Biao and the others to evacuate, he rushed over.

Just as Zhang Yunhe was about to break down the door, the phone rang inside the room, and he immediately stopped his attempt to break in.

"Jingle Bell……"

"Moshi moshi... Commander, greetings. Section Chief Sakata has personally led a team to the Yangjiaxing Military Police headquarters... The situation is currently unclear. Before leaving, the section chief ordered us to remain here and serve as liaisons... Hai, Hai."

The call ended, and then the sound of conversation came from inside the room: "Kirimura-kun, the Commander-in-Chief asked me to go to the Military Police headquarters to check on the situation and then call him to report. I'll leave this to you!"

"Alright, go and come back quickly!"

"please!"

The conversation ended, and footsteps could be heard.

The door creaked open, and Yokoi stepped out.

Standing against the wall, Zhang Yunhe delivered a lightning-fast chop to Yokoi's neck, causing Yokoi's eyes to roll back and he to lose consciousness.

Zhang Yunhe immediately helped Yokoi to the wall in the corridor and put him down before pushing the door open and going inside.

The door inevitably creaked.

Without turning his head, Kirimura, who was standing by the window monitoring with binoculars, asked, "Why did you come back again?"

There were only footsteps, no reply.

Kirimura immediately realized something was wrong. As he turned around quickly, he drew his pistol from his waist, but he didn't have a chance to fire. A flash of light, and as he drew the gun, his arm was cleanly severed at the elbow.

"Ah—" Kirimura looked down and saw his arm holding a pistol lying on the ground. He then saw his severed arm spurting blood and finally felt the intense pain, letting out a scream.

He tried to fight back, but Zhang Yunhe grabbed him by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall.

With a loud thud, Kirimura crashed into the wall, the entire wall vibrating, and he fell to the ground, his head spinning.

Zhang Yunhe walked over and quickly searched Wucun's body, finding three magazines, a dagger, and some banknotes.

He lifted Kirimura up and slammed him against the wall, then slapped him several times, immediately waking him up.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yunhe asked coldly.

Blood trickled from the corner of Wucun's mouth as he gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Yunhe, but he didn't answer.

Zhang Yunhe swung his right hand, and a flash of light appeared. Wucun's left little finger was severed and fell to the ground. The intense pain made him scream again, "Ah—!"

"What's your name?" Zhang Yunhe asked again.

"Pah!" Kirimura spat a mouthful of blood at Zhang Yunhe.

Zhang Yunhe seemed to have anticipated this, and nimbly dodged it by tilting his head.

He then swung his knife and cut off Kirimura's left ring finger.

"Ah—" Kirimura screamed in pain again.

"What is your name?"

After waiting for three seconds without receiving an answer, Zhang Yunhe swung his knife again.

"Ah—" Kirimura screamed again, this time as his left middle finger was sliced ​​off.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yunhe asked again, his face expressionless.

“Baka… Baka…” Kirimura shouted angrily.

Zhang Yunhe grabbed Wucun and pressed him onto the table, using his knee to brace against his back. He then pressed Wucun's left hand onto the table, picked up a dagger, and held it across his left index finger, forcing him to watch helplessly as his left index finger was slowly sliced ​​off.

"Ah—" Kirimura trembled violently in pain, his body struggling instinctively, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from control.

A dozen seconds later, before the other party could recover, Zhang Yunhe slowly and forcefully cut the other party's left thumb with the dagger.

"Ah—no, no, ah—" Kirimura screamed, blood flowing continuously from his severed finger, filling the room with a strong stench of blood.

Zhang Yunhe put away the dagger, then took out a handsaw from his backpack and wedged it into Wucun's left wrist, beginning to saw through his hand in front of Wucun's horrified gaze.

"what--"

"Crunch, crunch..." The sound of the saw cutting through flesh and bone was chilling.

Zhang Yunhe seemed like a robot devoid of any emotion, and stopped asking any questions.

This relentless torture terrified the Japanese spy, Kirimura. Before he could even catch his breath after his left hand was sawed off, Zhang Yunhe wedged the saw into the crook of his elbow, preparing to saw off his entire left forearm.

"No, no, stop, stop, stop! I'll talk, I'll talk! My name is Kirimura Konjin, and I'm from the Special Higher Police's Intelligence Section!" Kirimura's psychological defenses finally collapsed completely.

Zhang Yunhe took the saw down and asked, "Who called just now?"

Due to excessive blood loss, Kirimura's face was deathly pale, and the pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat. He swallowed hard and said, "Yes, yes, it's Military Police Commander Sato. He asked about the current situation at the Yangjiaxing Military Police base and told us to send someone to check on the situation and then call him to report back."

Zhang Yunhe then asked, "In the Yang family's military police force, there's a ninja who can disguise himself as an ordinary soldier and is highly skilled in invisibility and swordsmanship. What's his name? Where does he come from?"

Kirimura's lips were a little dry. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, saying, "That's Ito Kakufumi, the Imperial Martial Arts Master. He's not only a master swordsman but also an expert in ninjutsu. Section Chief Sakata invited him from Japan to deal with the Ghost."

"Ito Kakubun? Hired from China?" Zhang Yunhe muttered with a frown, then asked, "Was the matter of dealing with the ghost something Sakata Tadayoshi wanted to do himself, or was he ordered to do it by a higher-up?"

"Section Chief Sakata has been investigating the Ghost," Kirimura said, panting. "His office safe is overflowing with files and documents he's collected about the Ghost. For the past few months, he's been studying the Ghost's fighting style, tactics, weapons, and combat abilities."

"He himself wanted to bring the ghost to justice, and he also had the support of higher-ups."