Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 537 Massacre on the Train (1)

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-" The long train whistle came from afar.

Zhang Yunhe slowly stood up from the edge of the cliff and turned to look at the end of the railway.

A small black dot appeared on the horizon.

The black spot grew bigger and longer, turning into a long black smoky worm.

Zhang Yunhe took a few more puffs of his cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt, and put on the iron-blooded biochemical mask.

A series of text prompts appeared on both sides of the mask screen in front of him. These were the data results obtained by the mask scanning system from a full-scale scan of the train in front of him:

人数179人，冷兵器长刀8柄，步枪96支，手枪53支，掷弹筒8具、迫击炮6门、轻机枪6挺、重机枪3挺、轻型坦克2辆。

136 soldiers, 13 ordinary people with guns, and 39 ordinary people without weapons...

The train speed is 36 km/h and the northeast wind is level 1.

Zhang Yunhe moved his mind, and the stealth function of the Iron Blood equipment was activated. A series of arcs of electricity flashed across his body, and he disappeared.

The roar of the train's steel wheels rolling over the rails came from far away, and Zhang Yunhe felt the ground beneath his feet vibrate.

The rail patrol armored vehicle is connected to the train and leads the way in front. On the pedals outside the left and right sides of the front cab stand a Japanese soldier holding a rifle. The cylindrical bunker-shaped shooting tower at the back is equipped with a heavy machine gun. Most of the gun body extends outside, and the muzzle can be freely rotated left and right.

One carriage after another passed by on the tracks in front of Zhang Yunhe. After most of the carriages had passed, Zhang Yunhe opened his arms and jumped down, landing on the roof of a carriage.

A "bang" sound was heard inside the car.

Inside the carriage, a traitor who was reading a newspaper heard a sound coming from above his head and couldn't help but look up: "What's going on? There seems to be a sound on the top of the carriage. Is there someone up there?"

Another traitor nearby looked out the window and said, "There's a cliff nearby. The train is shaking as it passes by. Maybe a piece of debris from the cliff fell and hit the roof. Don't be alarmed. Do you really think someone would dare to drop down from the cliff and commit murder? The weapons in the hands of the over a hundred imperial soldiers here are not firewood sticks!"

The traitor who was reading the newspaper also felt that he had reacted a little after hearing what his companion said. He said embarrassedly: "That's true!"

Zhang Yunhe, who was on the roof of the carriage, was crouching and walking towards the rear of the train step by step. He decided to deal with the tanks in the two open-air carriages at the rear of the train and the Japanese soldiers in the circular fortifications first.

After walking across the roofs of three carriages, Zhang Yunhe came to the tail of the roof of the last carriage. He slowly squatted down. The circular fortifications in front of him, the Japanese soldiers and tank soldiers in the flatbed carriages were all in front of him.

Some people sat on the edge of the flatbed carriage with their legs hanging down, smoking and chatting with their companions. Some people lay in the circular fortifications, covering their faces with hats and sleeping with their guns in their arms. The tank soldiers leaned against their tanks and enjoyed the sunbath.

"These devil soldiers are living quite comfortably!"

Zhang Yunhe snorted coldly and stepped down the iron ladder from the top of the carriage.

He squatted at the connection between the covered carriage and the flatbed carriage, and wanted to pry open the connecting buckles between the two carriages, but then he thought that there were two tanks and so many weapons and equipment on the two flatbed carriages at the back, and it would be a pity to let them go.

He felt the wind direction. If a smoke bomb was released at his position, the smoke would fill the two flatbed carriages behind in just three seconds. By then, the more than 20 Japanese soldiers here would be blinded. As long as the smoke in the smoke bomb had not been completely released, these Japanese soldiers would not be able to support each other, would not be able to know his position, and would only be slaughtered by him.

He quickly simulated the next course of action in his mind and soon began to act.

After he took out a smoke bomb from the backpack space and pulled out the safety pin, he immediately stuck the smoke bomb that had started to smoke on the door handle of the carriage.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss--" A large amount of smoke was released and spread rapidly to the back with the wind speed.

At this moment, Zhang Yunhe had already started killing. He took out two pistols equipped with silencers from his backpack and kept shooting at the Japanese soldiers in front of him.

In just a few seconds, the two flatbed carriages at the back were completely engulfed in smoke.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, what's going on? Where does the smoke come from..." The confused Japanese soldier was killed by the bullet from Zhang Yunhe's pistol before he could finish his questions.

Zhang Yunhe could clearly see the thermal images of these Japanese soldiers through the iron-blooded biochemical mask, but the Japanese soldiers could not see him. Before they even realized that the enemy was slaughtering them, they had already lost their lives.

Even without smoke bombs, Zhang Yunhe could still deal with these Japanese soldiers by relying on his invisibility, but it would be much more convenient with smoke bombs.

Without smoke bombs, the Japanese soldiers can see their companions, and may even see him. After all, this invisibility is not complete invisibility, and they will be discovered in many scenarios.

But with the smoke bomb, he could see the Japs and kill them at will, and the Japs could not only not see him, but also not see their companions, unless someone operated a heavy machine gun to fire indiscriminately, but in this situation, no one would dare to do so.

"Baga, baga, who released the cigarette? I'm choking to death. Put it out quickly!" A sergeant covered his mouth and nose and closed his eyes and yelled.

But no one answered him. The other surviving Japanese soldiers could not bear the smoke and were coughing everywhere.

At this time, Zhang Yunhe had used up two magazines. Each bullet took out a Japanese soldier, and there were still a dozen Japanese soldiers left on the last flatbed carriage.

He hid beside a tank and quickly changed the magazine, then continued to shoot at the Japanese soldiers who were covering their mouths and noses and closing their eyes.

The Japanese soldiers had never seen a silencer, and naturally had never heard the sound of a pistol with a silencer being fired. They only heard a constant "chirp" sound.

When only a few Japanese soldiers were left, someone finally realized that "the enemy has sneaked onto the train and is attacking them."

A sergeant drew his pistol and shouted in fear, "There are enemies! There are enemies around us! Be careful!"

But his reminder was too late. As soon as he finished shouting, Zhang Yunhe treated him to a peanut.

The doors of the front carriage were closed, and the Japanese soldiers in the carriage could not hear the terrified shouts of the Japanese soldiers on the flatbed carriage at the back because the train was traveling against the wind.

When the shell of the last bullet was ejected from the gun barrel and landed on the iron floor of the flatbed carriage with a crisp sound, the last Japanese soldier on the flatbed carriage also fell under Zhang Yunhe's gun.

The whole process was not thrilling at all. Zhang Yunhe just kept shooting, then changed the magazine and shot again. It took him less than two minutes from the time he got to his position, and he killed all the Japanese soldiers on the two flatbed carriages.

There were so many weapons and equipment, all of them were new. The Japanese soldiers didn't even fire a shot. Zhang Yunhe naturally didn't hesitate to put them all into his backpack one by one. Of course, he would not forget the two most valuable tanks.