Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 621: One Team Comes, One Team Destroys

After throwing four poison gas bombs, Zhang Yunhe immediately turned around and returned to the door, killed the two guards, closed the door, pulled the iron bolt, took out a steel bar from the backpack space and inserted it into the door bolt hole, twisting the steel bar into a twist. Unless the steel bar was pinched off with large pliers, there was no way to open it.

At this time, the auditorium was in chaos. These demons who had committed many evil deeds and should have gone to hell saw the gas bombs continuously spewing out poisonous smoke. They were frightened and screamed in fear, and rushed to the door bravely.

These deadly and terrifying weapons were created by them with their own hands, and they knew too well the power of these weapons!

When these high-ranking Japanese officials rushed to the gate, they found that the iron gate was closed and several people could not open it even after pulling hard.

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, someone cried out in despair, "Baga Yalu! Someone must have locked the gate from the outside. We can't get out! We can't get out! The poisonous gas will spread over here soon, and we'll all die here!"

Unit commander Ishii yelled, "Don't panic, everyone, don't panic. Go over there, break the glass, and yell outside for the patrol or sentry! Come over here, ram the door open!"

"Hurry up, the poison gas is about to spread. It's too late. Everyone, follow me and break down the door!"

Under Ishii's command, several strong Japanese officers rushed towards the gate together, making it bang loudly. The plaster on the wall kept falling down, but the big iron gate was still as steady as a rock and did not move at all.

On the other side, several Japanese officers smashed the window glass with a bench, but the window was blocked by steel bars, so they could only put out a fist and could not get their bodies out no matter what.

They stood by the window and kept shouting outside: "Help, help, help, help..."

The time left by the poison gas bomb was limited. When the gas bomb exploded and released poison gas, more than a dozen people on the spot inhaled the gas and started coughing uncontrollably. As the gas continued to be released and spread, the entire auditorium was filled with a large amount of poison gas, as thick as smog.

At this moment, whether it was the Japanese officers standing by the windows shouting for help or the Japanese officers banging on the door, they all began to inevitably inhale poison gas.

Some people take off their clothes, wet them with alcohol, and cover their mouths and noses with them, hoping to resist the poison gas for a while. Although this method is effective to a certain extent, its effect is limited. If you are in an open-air environment and there is wind, you just need to wait for the poison gas to blow away and you will be safe. But in such a claustrophobic environment, this method has little effect. You can't not breathe, right?

The limit for an ordinary person is to hold their breath for two or three minutes at most. As long as they take off their wet clothes and towels, they will inevitably inhale poisonous gases.

As the poison gas completely filled the entire auditorium, more than 300 Japanese officers and technicians present fell down one after another shortly after inhaling the poison gas. Blisters and ulcers appeared on their skin, and they coughed incessantly.

A few minutes later, a patrol team finally arrived near the auditorium and heard screams and cries for help coming from the direction of the auditorium.

"Oh no, something happened in the auditorium! Everyone, listen to my orders, follow me to see what happened, and run forward!" A Japanese sergeant ordered loudly.

"Hurry up!" The five Japanese medical soldiers immediately agreed, lined up in a column with their rifles on their backs, and ran quickly towards the auditorium.

Outside the auditorium, Zhang Yunhe heard the sound of footsteps and the clashing of guns and helmets in the distance. He knew that a patrol team had heard the noise and was rushing over, so he immediately headed towards the direction of the sound.

When he ran to an intersection, he saw a Japanese sergeant under a street light in front of him and five Japanese medical soldiers lined up in a row running towards him. He immediately took off the iron-blooded spear from behind him.

When the thumb presses the button in the middle of the spear, the pointed ends of the spear pop out. The short spear that was originally only half a meter long instantly becomes a 1.8-meter long spear.

He rushed forward in stealth, using his legs, feet, waist, abdomen, shoulders and arms to coordinate his strength, and the spear was thrown out at lightning speed.

"Puchi--" The spear pierced through the chest of the first Japanese soldier and came out from the back of the last Japanese soldier. It was stuck on the concrete ground and kept shaking, making a buzzing sound. The blood on the spear flowed into the ground.

The five devils fell forward one after another to the ground, twitching and dying slowly.

"Uh--" The Japanese sergeant heard the noise, turned his head and looked, suddenly terrified, and screamed: "What's wrong with you? Hey, get up quickly!"

At this time, a buzzing sound came from the front. The Japanese sergeant turned his head and looked forward. Before he could see clearly what it was, a high-speed rotating flying disc cut off his neck. He only felt dizzy and his consciousness fell into darkness.

The boomerang quickly circled and flew back, shedding blood during its flight and rotation. Zhang Yunhe reached out and caught it and put it back into the equipment box.

Tonight is destined to be a restless night. The hundreds of Japanese officers in the auditorium will definitely not be willing to be poisoned to death. They will try their best to make a lot of noise to attract the attention of the Japanese outside in order to be rescued.

Zhang Yunhe had anticipated this, so he specifically guarded the only way to the auditorium. If one came, he would kill one; if two came, he would kill a pair; if a team came, he would destroy the whole team.

Zhang Yunhe killed the first patrol team that came to rescue at 7:35 p.m. By 9 p.m., he had killed 16 patrol teams. During this period, there were some scattered people who heard the cries for help and came to check the situation, but they were all killed one by one by him, including nurses, medics, technicians, boiler workers, corpse cremators, etc.

At 9:22 in the evening, Zhang Yunhe looked at his watch and saw that no one had come for 20 minutes. He decided to go to the auditorium to see if the Japanese officers and core technical personnel had been poisoned.

When he came outside the auditorium and stood by a window with broken glass to look inside, he saw that high-ranking Japanese officials and core technical personnel had fallen to the ground in the auditorium. The poisonous gas had not dissipated, and the interior of the auditorium was still shrouded in poisonous fog. Occasionally, there were a few painful groans and continuous, weak coughs.

Zhang Yunhe used the Iron Blood Mask to scan the entire auditorium. Everyone had inhaled a large amount of poisonous gas. The seriously ill had died, and those who were not dead were still inhaling poisonous gas. In this situation, even if they received treatment at this time, they would not be able to survive.

Zhang Yunhe came to the gate, cut the steel bars with pliers, pushed open the iron gate, and found that the iron gate was blocked by the Japanese officers lying on the ground inside. He had to push it open with force.

The ground was covered with lying Japanese officers and core technical personnel. There was almost no place to step. Some people had already died, and the rest were not far from death, with only one or two breaths left.