Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 972 Even raw materials are not spared

"Major, Major, wake up! Something's happened! Something's happened!" A voice came from outside the dormitory window.

Major Pete was feeling dizzy and had a headache. He had drunk a bit too much last night and hadn't sobered up yet.

He struggled to his feet, staggered over, and opened the door.

The communications soldier urgently reported, "Major, something's happened! The ammunition depot has been robbed! All the warehouses have been robbed! All the weapons and ammunition stored here are gone!"

"Stolen? What? Stolen?" Pete's mind finally cleared a bit. "How much was stolen?"

The communications soldier took a deep breath: "All of it, all of it!"

"Damn it, what kind of international joke are you playing on me so early in the morning? Who has the ability to move millions of tons of weapons and ammunition overnight?" Pete roared.

The communications soldier shouted, "I'm telling the truth! If you don't believe me, go outside and see for yourself. The entire warehouse area is completely empty!"

Seeing that the communications soldier didn't seem to be lying, Pete immediately grabbed his uniform and rushed out of the dormitory.

He hurriedly put on his military uniform as he ran towards the warehouse area.

Upon entering the warehouse area, they found officers and soldiers standing inside. All the warehouse doors on both sides were open, and the interiors were dark and empty—not a single weapon, not a single bullet.

He stood blankly at the entrance of an empty warehouse, stammering, "This... all the warehouses have been emptied?"

"Yes, Major. I drove around all the warehouses with my men. Apart from a few bullets lying on the ground in a few warehouses, there was nothing else. The weapons, equipment and ammunition we stockpiled for two years have all disappeared overnight!" a captain said as he walked over.

"No, impossible! How could this be? No matter how capable a thief is, he couldn't possibly move all the weapons and ammunition in one night!"

At this point, Major Pete roared, "Who were the patrolmen last night? Gather them all together, I want to interrogate them one by one!"

"No problem, I've already ordered all the people who were on patrol and on duty last night to be gathered together and locked up in those warehouses over there! By the way, should we report this to headquarters immediately?" the captain asked.

Major Pete knew that this matter couldn't be covered up, nor could he hide it. The key was that this matter seemed rather strange. A few petty thieves certainly couldn't have moved millions of tons of weapons and ammunition without alerting the sentries and patrols.

If there are many thieves, and they use large machinery and transportation vehicles, it will be even more impossible to hide it from the guards.

"Unless the thief is a god!"

Major Pete thought it would be better to hand this matter over as soon as possible, so that the higher-ups could have a headache. Even though this incident would ruin his future and he would be interrogated and investigated, it was no longer something he could control or decide.

While Pete personally led a team to interrogate the sentries and patrol guards who were on duty the previous night, the news was reported to the higher-ups. This was like throwing a boulder into calm waters, causing an uproar throughout the upper echelons.

Investigation teams arrived one after another, and everyone in the entire infantry battalion, including Major Pete and the cooks, was placed under house arrest and interrogated.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yunhe had already left Birmingham and arrived in Liverpool, a port city on the northwest coast.

The weapons, equipment, and ammunition that Britain ordered from the Joker, except for some that had already been shipped to North Africa for combat, were all stockpiled in this city.

This place not only has a large port, but also a well-developed railway and road network connecting it to all parts of Britain. Ores and other raw materials from the Americas and around the world are transported here to factories in various places.

Before the Japanese provoked the clown, the clown was still sitting on a leash, watching the fight from the sidelines with a handful of melon seeds on a small stool. He pretended to mediate while selling strategic materials such as weapons, ammunition, scrap steel, ore, rubber, and oil to all sides, making a fortune.

Unexpectedly, the Japanese devils set their sights on the clown, preparing for a desperate fight. This angered the clown, who had no choice but to personally engage in the battle.

At first, the Joker relied on his strong industrial production capacity to work overtime to produce weapons and ammunition, equipping himself with hundreds of thousands of troops and selling them to other countries. Now, however, due to Zhang Yunhe's underhanded tactics, the Joker himself doesn't have enough to use and has no surplus to sell.

However, this port city still has a large stockpile of weapons and ammunition that were initially transported from the town. Although it is not as much as the batch that Zhang Yunhe obtained in Birmingham, it is still quite a lot and more than enough to equip 10 divisions.

The largest stockpiles here are various strategic materials and raw materials, including large quantities of ores, rubber, scrap steel, and oil.

Zhang Yunhe spent a day scouting the area and figuring out the situation, and then began his operation that very night.

He first went to a large warehouse that stockpiled American weapons and ammunition, and spent 10 hours sweeping away all 30 tons of weapons and ammunition.

After midnight, he went to the nearby war reserve material transfer center. This place was extremely large, covering an area of ​​more than 4000 acres, and was piled up everywhere with various metal ores, scrap steel, rubber and crude oil.

Unlike weapons, equipment, and ammunition, which are stored in indoor warehouses, these war preparation materials are left outdoors in the open, unaffected by wind or rain.

Taking advantage of the darkness and high winds, Zhang Yunhe acted swiftly.

Unlike the warehouses where weapons, equipment, and ammunition are stored, which are heavily guarded and patrolled frequently, here there is only a wall for protection and a gatekeeper. The security personnel responsible for this place are either sleeping in their dormitories or gambling in their dormitories.

Patrol? Let whoever wants to go do it!

Zhang Yunhe didn't need to hide from patrol personnel or sentries here. He simply and efficiently collected the various metal ores, scrap steel, rubber, and oil drums filled with crude oil that were piled up in the open air into his backpack.

As dawn broke, Zhang Yunhe piloted the landing craft away, leaving behind only an empty cargo yard.

Old John, the gatekeeper, who had been holding in his pee all morning, was about to have a smoke after relieving himself when he suddenly sensed something was wrong. He looked back at the interior of the warehouse and his eyes widened in shock. All the raw materials that had filled the warehouse were gone; there was nothing there now.

The mountains of ore were gone, the rubber was gone, everything was gone. He immediately ran back to the guardhouse like a madman, turned on the loudspeaker, and roared into the microphone at the top of his lungs: "Get up, all of you get up! The robbers have emptied our entire yard!"