Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 107: Bombarding the Japanese Headquarters

"Boom boom boom"

Several shells landed in several barracks, and flames shot up into the sky, buildings collapsed, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

It is unknown how many people were killed on the spot and how many were buried underneath.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" A Japanese soldier lay on the ground and shouted.

"Bombard, bombard! Get down, everyone get down!"

The frightened Japanese soldiers ran around in panic. Some fled to hide behind the bunkers, some took basins to put out the fire, some rescued the wounded, and some carried weapons and ammunition, fearing that the fire would spread and cause an explosion.

Zhang Yunhe, who was squatting on the roof, saw that the Japanese soldiers in the military camp were in chaos, and a small group of Japanese soldiers were coming towards him. They must have discovered that the shells were fired in his direction.

The little devils probably won't be able to reinforce the East Asia Hotel. Zhang Yunhe turned around, put several mortars into the backpack space and went downstairs.

When he came to the dock again, he turned on the three-dimensional virtual image, and a picture with a radius of two kilometers centered on the dock appeared.

In the nearby houses, residents were either eating dinner, washing, busying themselves, or chatting.

On the street, pedestrians were rushing home, rickshaws were carrying passengers, cars were coming and going, and the sounds of explosions and gunfire in the distance caused the number of street vendors to decrease rapidly.

Two miles away, a group of about a hundred people were rushing towards the dock. Zhang Yunhe zoomed in and the person in the front of the crowd, judging from his facial features, was none other than Fan Biao.

Zhang Yunhe stretched out his fingers and operated a few times on the Tiexue computer, and the locations of the city's telephone lines and public telephone booths were displayed on the virtual image.

He clicked on a public telephone booth sign in front of the street where Fan Biao and others were coming, and a telephone number immediately appeared on the picture: ""

On the street, Fan Biao, who was walking at the front of the team, took out his pocket watch to check the time. He walked to the side of the street and raised his hand to the hundred or so coolies and shouted, "Brothers, hurry up and work harder. I will prepare a midnight snack for you!"

After walking a little further, the public telephone booth on the street suddenly rang: "Ding-ling-ling..."

Fan Yong didn't take it seriously at first. He even walked more than ten meters past the public telephone booth, but the phone was still ringing. The problem was that there was no one in the booth.

"Hmm?" Fan Yong felt puzzled.

He stopped, thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked to the phone booth, opened the door, went in, and answered the phone: "Hello?"

“I’m Old A!”

The voice coming from the phone made Fan Yong shiver.

This call was actually made to me?

How did he know I was passing by?

He won't keep staring at me, will he?

It shouldn’t be!

Fan Biao couldn't help swallowing and asked with awe: "Mr. A, we are almost there, only two miles to go at most!"

"I know. I called you to tell you that all the Japanese soldiers at the docks and warehouses are dead. Have most people load the goods onto the ship, and a few carry the bodies and throw them into the Huangpu River!"

"There are some stones in the warehouse. Tie them to the body and sink them underwater to feed the fish. That should be enough!"

"Also, there are several bodies in the cabin below. If you feel uncomfortable, you can move them out and throw them into the river to feed the fish!"

"You can work without worrying about the Japanese coming. I can guarantee that no one will disturb you!"

Fan Biao quickly bent down and nodded, "I understand, I understand!"

He was even more awed. He used all his intelligence and activated all his brain cells, but he really couldn't imagine who Old A was and how he did all this.

When he arrived at the dock with the laborers, the captain and the crew and saw the corpses all over the ground, he was even more shocked.

The timid coolies were so frightened at this scene that their calves cramped.

"Alright, alright, brothers, let's get to work. Lao Si, take ten people to move the body, tie it to rocks, and sink it into the Huangpu River to feed the fish."

"Old Five, take two people, the captain, and the crew aboard to clean up the ship. Check the machinery and equipment, start it up and see if there are any problems. There are several bodies in the cabin below, so throw them into the water as well!"

"Third brother, take the others and start loading the cargo onto the ship. Hurry, hurry, everyone get moving!"

Under Fan Biao's command and orders, the coolies began to work. The dock was suddenly brightly lit and everyone was working in full swing.

The Japanese were now so overwhelmed by the explosion of the East Asia Hotel and the shelling of the military camp that they were unable to take care of themselves. No one was thinking about the huge treasure stored in the dock warehouse.

In order to cause more trouble for the Japanese and make them more panicked and busy, Zhang Yunhe came to the vicinity of the expeditionary force headquarters again.

He found a deserted yard and set up four mortars in it again. If he could operate them alone, he would have wanted to use a 120mm field howitzer to kill these bastards.

Twenty shells were ready, and five shells were placed next to each mortar that had been set up and debugged for firing.

Under the night sky, the cold wind was howling, but Zhang Yunhe didn't feel the cold at all despite wearing his iron-blooded gear.

Zhang Yunhe took off his mask and smoked a cigarette, and then started bombarding.

"Boom boom boom..." One shell after another was fired.

"Chi-chi-chi..." The shells flew through the air, piercing through the air with a whistling sound and dragging out glowing tails.

In a flash, shells fell one after another into the expeditionary force headquarters.

"Boom boom boom..." Explosions rang out one after another, and flames shot up into the sky everywhere.

The Japanese soldiers on duty in the headquarters were blown away in panic.

Some people were blown to pieces on the spot, some were killed by shrapnel on the spot, some were blown away by the shock wave of the explosion, and more were buried under the rubble of collapsed houses.

There was hardly a single intact building in the entire expeditionary force headquarters.

"Damn it, damn it! Who is actually against the Imperial Army? Who else in Songhu can have artillery?" Chief of Staff Isao Tsukada yelled in frustration.

It was supposed to be a great social gathering tonight, but unexpectedly a bomb was dropped, resulting in countless casualties in the hall. After receiving the call, the headquarters immediately ordered reinforcements to the military camp.

However, the troops were bombarded just as they assembled, suffering heavy casualties. They were unable to take care of themselves and were unable to provide reinforcements.

The headquarters had to call a military camp a little further away to mobilize troops, but as soon as the call was made, the headquarters was also bombarded!

"Who on earth did this? This series of events tonight must have been premeditated!"

"Baga! Our Imperial Army's headquarters is under fire. Is there any place in Songhu that's safe?"

A staff officer helped Tsukada Isao up and said, "General, the most powerful hostile force in Songhu is undoubtedly the Blue Shirt Society!"

"Blue Shirt Society--" Tsukada Isao gritted his teeth!