Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 980 Research Data in Hand

3521 Rose Street.

Zhang Yunhe sat in a car across the street, stuck a human skin mask on his face, and kept adjusting the details of his face in front of the mirror. In a short while, he completely transformed into another person, a middle-aged white man.

After putting all the tools into his backpack, Zhang Yunhe drove the car to the door of No. 3521. After washing the car, he looked around, turned around, and went to Levitt's house, where he rang the doorbell.

"Ding dong..."

About half a minute later, the door opened, and a middle-aged white woman in a skirt poked her head out, looked Zhang Yunhe up and down, and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

“Mrs. Levitt, I spoke to you on the phone an hour ago!” Zhang Yunhe said, handing over the package he was holding.

“Oh, look at my memory, a colleague from Levitt’s school? Give me the package, would you like to come in and have a glass of water?” Mrs. Levitt said politely.

"It is indeed very hot, then I'll have to bother you, Madam!" Zhang Yunhe climbed up the pole.

Mrs. Levitt had only meant to be polite, but Zhang Yunhe took it seriously, so she had no choice but to step aside and let him in.

Ten minutes later, the door to room 3521 opened again, and Zhang Yunhe and Mrs. Levitt walked out one after the other, chatting and laughing.

After Mrs. Levitt locked the door, she got into the passenger seat of Zhang Yunhe's car, and then Zhang Yunhe drove away and disappeared down the street.

At 2 p.m., Levitt returned to his office, prepared his lesson plans, and got ready to teach his students that afternoon.

I had just made a cup of coffee, taken a couple of sips to perk myself up, when the phone on the table rang: "Ring ring..."

He answered: "Hello?"

An unfamiliar voice came through the phone: "Professor Levitt?"

“It’s me. Who are you?” Levitt asked.

The stranger on the other end of the phone said, "Don't worry about who I am, all you need to know is that your wife is in my hands!"

"What... what do you want to do? I'm warning you, this is kidnapping, this is a crime!" Levitt said in a panic.

The stranger on the other end of the phone said, "Professor Levitt, I know what I'm doing, I don't need you to remind me! What I'm curious about is whether you even care whether your wife lives or dies?"

"Don't do anything rash. What do you want? I think we can talk. As long as it's within my ability, I'll definitely agree to it! Do you want money? Name your price!" Levitt asked while wiping his cold sweat with a handkerchief.

"Professor Levitt, I have a question for you, and I hope you can answer me truthfully: what is the fuel used in the flamethrower that you and your research team developed?"

Levitt's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't expected the other party to be after that research.

Just as he hesitated, the stranger on the other end of the phone threatened, "What? Professor Levitt doesn't want to talk? Then please forgive my rudeness..."

"Oh no, don't do anything reckless! I'll talk, I'll talk! That fuel is actually gasoline, just solidified petrolatum!" Levitt said hastily.

"Condensed gasoline? How do you make gasoline solidify at room temperature?" the stranger asked on the other end of the phone.

Levitt swallowed hard and said in a panic, "It's...it's about adding a thickener to gasoline to make napalm with different viscosities! Sir, it's a very complicated matter!"

"Of course I know it's complicated, that's why I want to understand! You're the person in charge of this napalm research project, you should have complete research and technical data, right? If you don't mind, I'm willing to exchange your wife's life for this research and technical data!" the stranger said on the phone.

Levitt quickly replied, "Sir, this research has been completed. All experimental procedures and data have been transferred to Edgewood Armory. I no longer have any information related to this project!"

"Oh? Is that so? Then I'm very sorry, but if you don't have the information, then your wife is of no value to me..."

"Wait, wait!" Levitt shouted. He composed himself and said breathlessly, "Let me think, let me think... I remember now, there's a backup of the technical data for this project in the school's research archives, but that place is guarded 24 hours a day, and I need time to figure out a way to get it!"

"Very good, I'll wait for your news!"

After hanging up the phone, Levitt collapsed into a chair, completely exhausted, his clothes soaked in sweat.

He slowly put down the phone, rubbed his face with his hands, and his mind became much clearer.

"Could this be a prank?" He wondered if someone was playing a trick on him. In any case, he felt it was necessary to go home and check. If his wife wasn't home, she might really have been kidnapped; if she was home and everything was fine, it meant someone was playing a joke on him.

He immediately picked up the phone and called his teaching assistant: "It's me. I have something to do this afternoon. Please inform the students that today's class is canceled and will be rescheduled. I will let you know the rescheduling later!"

After making the arrangements, Levitt immediately left his office, went downstairs, drove away from the school, and headed home.

After seeing Levitt's car leave the school, Zhang Yunhe walked back into the school from across the street.

Not long after, he found the research archives.

Just as Levitt had said on the phone, there were indeed guards on duty here.

There's no one who can't be dealt with by a blowpipe that can blow out sleeping gas. Less than two minutes after Zhang Yunhe blew the sleeping gas through the crack in the door, the guard fell asleep on the table.

Zhang Yunhe slipped out and reached his arm through the small window to pull open the door latch.

After pushing open the door, he went inside, took a bunch of keys from the guard's waist, and after trying several different keys, he finally opened the door to the research archives room.

The environment here is clean and bright, with ventilation openings, and rows of wooden cabinets are arranged, containing experimental research data.

Zhang Yunhe thought to himself, if we were to search for these documents one by one, how long would it take?

So he went all in and simply put all the scientific research and technical data here into his backpack.

In just two minutes, the entire research archive room was completely ransacked, and not a single piece of paper could be found.

After all, a school is just a school. Its security and safety awareness are nowhere near those of a classified unit. This is why Zhang Yunhe was able to take the materials so easily. He even swaggered in, took the graduate students' materials, and then swaggered out of the school.

Back in the car, he immersed his consciousness in the backpack space and quickly found the technical data on flamethrower fuel research.