Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

During military control, the sky is vast and the earth is vast, but the commander is the greatest!
At present, Shanghai is undoubtedly the most powerful place, affected by floods, droughts, and locusts. He was tempted, and with a single order, soldiers immediately occupied the port.
Unload the ship!

Zhang Anping panicked and rushed off to find the water-drought-locust locusts:
"Commander, we can't delay! If we do, the transfer won't be completed within forty-five days!"

I'm about to accept $200 million worth of arms, why would I care about 45 days?

With such a formidable army, defending Shanghai for over a year is nothing to boast about!
The flood, drought, and locusts had Zhang Anping speared away!

Enraged, Zhang Anping complained to Xikou while secretly organizing his men to take control of the port and force the fleet to leave.

But the news leaked out!

Enraged by the floods, droughts, and locusts, the authorities dispatched troops to surround Shanghai Railway Station and also "protected" Zhang Anping's family.

To demonstrate his determination to defend Shanghai to the death, Zhang Anping left all his family members in Shanghai while others arranged for their evacuation.

As a result, his family members became hostages to the floods, droughts, and locusts!
Even he himself was directly detained by the soldiers of the flood, drought, and locust plague.

Rumors circulated that Shui Hanhuang intended to use this opportunity to execute Zhang Anping on charges of rebellion and collusion with the Communists. After this matter was leaked to Xikou, the chief attendant personally intervened and persuaded Shui Hanhuang to drop the matter. However, Zhang Anping was still not spared from being placed under house arrest.

After the news spread, Mao Renfeng, who was lying dead in a Guangzhou hospital, was discharged in high spirits and continued to preside over the work of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics...

Shui Hanhuang thought that after seizing the fleet, he would immediately be able to use American equipment—at that time, he could use his invincible firepower to firmly keep the People's Liberation Army outside the city.

But he was wrong!

The unloading work alone lasted five days—it shouldn't have taken this long, but the workers refused to work and demanded that the factory not be dismantled, which caused the unloading time to be extended.

But if that were all, it would be fine.

Unfortunately, at this time, the ports were a huge construction site, with a large amount of supplies stored in the expanded ports. Transporting goods from outside to the ports was easy, but transporting goods from the ports to outside was extremely difficult.

In addition, because the fleet's supplies had already been unloaded in Southeast Asia, coupled with the workers' lack of cooperation during this unloading, a large amount of supplies were piled up haphazardly—the area clearly marked as a gun storage area turned out to be a pile of useless screws after being transported out...

It was clearly labeled as ammunition, but after it was shipped out, it turned out to be equipment parts...

Finally, the hastily appointed deputy director of the "Transfer Committee" stated: To take a clear account, it may require...

It will take... half a month!

The flood, drought, and locusts were dumbfounded.

Half a month?
The daylily buds have gone cold in just half a month!
On the 12th, the People's Liberation Army launched a general offensive. In just nine days, the outer perimeter positions have been almost entirely lost. At this rate, in another day, the outer perimeter positions will be completely destroyed.

The outer perimeter positions are permanent fortifications!
If even permanent fortifications couldn't be held, how can we possibly hold out for another two weeks in urban warfare?!
Floods, droughts, and locust outbreaks:
"Three days! I'm only giving you three days!"

"If you can't solve the problem in three days, then I'll solve you!"

The newly appointed deputy director had to make a promise—and then, two days later, he sent a telegram in plain text.

The approximate content is:
Damn it! The relocation work organized by the Zhang family was going so well, but you, a scoundrel who's only slightly better than a locust, have been blinded by greed and actually tried to embezzle the military equipment being transferred to Taiwan!

It was your actions that caused a major blunder in the relocation process. Now, what needs to be removed can't be removed, and what needs to be installed can't be installed!

Instead of reflecting on your own actions, you threw me out here and expect me to clean up the mess?

How can you possibly clean up this mess?!

No wonder the Kuomintang's days are numbered—it's because it's filled with greedy scoundrels like those who are blinded by floods, droughts, and locusts that the Kuomintang's days are numbered!

I'm not serving you anymore, I'm going to join the Communists right now!

Once this telegram in plain text was sent, it made the floods, droughts, and locusts a laughing stock.

And the locusts, both in flood and drought conditions, have also realized a fact:
I can't count on these American weapons anymore...

Since we can't count on them... why bother fighting in the streets? Let's run!

Therefore, he immediately changed the established plan, changing the strategy from street fighting to blocking – the majority of the troops in Shanghai had to be withdrawn.

After revising his approach, he couldn't help but think of the mountains of supplies piled up at the port.

"Zhang Anping, you've tricked me!"

With floods, droughts, and locust plagues locusts looming, the transfer work overseen by Zhang Anping during this period has indeed yielded some results.

The government archives have been transferred, along with a significant amount of raw materials. Next, the gold, silver dollars, foreign exchange, and other valuables will be transferred.

However, many more supplies have not yet entered the transfer sequence, and a large amount of supplies are still piled up at the port. It would be extremely difficult to transfer them in a short period of time!
It's clear that Shanghai can't hold out any longer, and this is the blame...

He angrily shouted across the distance, "You made this mess! Clean it up yourself!"

……

The Peace Hotel where Zhang Anping was placed under house arrest.

A mysterious man, secretly led by a guard officer, arrived at the room where Zhang Anping was being held under house arrest.

It was:
Old Cen!

Because he was so familiar with Shanghai, Lao Cen was urgently transferred there before the Lunar New Year. During this time, under Zhang Anping's cover, he was unusually active in Shanghai.

His presence at the Peace Hotel, where Zhang Anping is under house arrest, is further proof of the effectiveness of his work.

The two had met before, and upon meeting again, without any pleasantries, Old Cen went straight to the point:

"According to reliable sources, the water, drought, and locusts are about to leave—they will leave you with the mess at the docks."

Zhang Anping shrugged: "As expected."

"Anping, thanks to your delays, the factory equipment hasn't been shipped out yet, which is the best-case scenario—now it's time for you to go home!"

Old Cen looked at Zhang Anping seriously, afraid that Zhang Anping would start using sweet talk again. He said in a deep voice, "This is also the family's wish."

During this period, Lao Cen's work results have been outstanding, and the family's intentions are quite clear:

Zhang Anping is home!
He returned home as a member of the insurgents.

It would be a lie for Zhang Anping to say he wasn't moved—years of war had left this land scarred and ravaged. With the founding of the People's Republic of China, a brand new China was being built on the ruins. What a passionate thing that was!

He suppressed his inner turmoil, shook his head, and said:

"late."

Old Cen's brows furrowed instantly as he stared intently at Zhang Anping.

“Floods, droughts, and locusts have just sent my family to Taiwan.”

Old Cen exploded on the spot:
Why didn't you stop it!

Others may not know Zhang Anping's influence in Shanghai, but how could he, as his long-time partner, not know?
Zhang Anping was nominally under house arrest, but in reality he was still remotely controlling the "relocation" operation. If it weren't for his meticulous planning, how much factory equipment would have been taken away?
Even that fleet probably won't be stuck in Shanghai!
The locusts and drought-stricken people wanted to send Zhang Anping's relatives away, but with Zhang Anping's abilities, it would be too easy to stop them!

Zhang Anping hadn't seen the distraught Old Cen for some time, and seeing him again now, he felt a pang of nostalgia. He smiled and said:
"It's too early. Most of the southeastern part of the country is still in the hands of the enemy, and the two pearls on the sea have not yet been liberated."

"Going home? It's still early—you, calm down. If I 'surrender' now, what will happen to the Hidden Edge Plan? We still have many brothers in our hands! These people were worthy of the country and the nation during the War of Resistance, and after the outbreak of the Civil War, their hands were not stained with the blood of our comrades. I have to lead them to find a way to survive, don't I?"

Why did Lao Cen come?

Because he knew that Zhang Anping valued loyalty and couldn't bear to part with the brothers who had entrusted him with all their trust!
“Anping,” Old Cen softened his tone:
“It’s not that I’m forcing you to go home, but we’re at the final stage. You’re stubborn and can’t stand seeing this sacrifice or that sacrifice, but the Kuomintang will definitely go crazy in the final moments—your personality really isn’t suitable for continuing to go undercover!”

Zhang Anping's "armor" was indeed very thick, but even the thickest armor cannot withstand wear and tear.

Given the current situation in Shanghai, Zhang Anping's calculations have undoubtedly been successful!

Although the Kuomintang was destined to take away a wave of gold and silver in the end, and considering the supplies they had taken before, it was indeed heartbreaking, but they managed to keep the key personnel and all the factory equipment!
Incidentally, they also left behind a large fleet of ships carrying factory equipment and weaponry.

The light was so dazzling that it was blinding, but how can we take the blame for this?
The floods, droughts, and locust plagues are clearly an attempt to shift the blame onto Zhang Anping!

When Zhang Anping returns, he will have to take the blame—he has to choose between Shui Han Huang, who holds military power, and Zhang Anping, the head of the secret service. Is there any need to ask who will take the blame?
Zhang Anping smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm naturally non-stick. Old Tang wants to pass the buck to me? He's... too green!"

Seeing Zhang Anping's expression, Old Cen rubbed his head in worry.

"Think about it again?"

Zhang Anping said speechlessly, "Old Cen, don't you trust me?"

After much deliberation, Lao Cen finally gave up:
"I'll let it go this time—but next time, if the organization decides to let you go home and you still pull this stunt, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Zhang Anping chuckled:
"You're not the type to threaten people! You should say it like this—"

Zhang Anping's expression turned cold: "There won't be a next time!"

"you……"

Old Cen looked helplessly at Zhang Anping, who seemed possessed by Zhang Shihao, and said irritably:
"You!"

Zhang Anping burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face. Finally, he managed to stop laughing and said, "You must be tired from running around all this time—I have some wine here, shall we have a drink?"

Old Cen shook his head: "Next time! When you get home, lots of people want to have a good drink with you. There'll be plenty of alcohol then!"

"Alright—I have to go. I reckon the order to set you free and make you the scapegoat will be coming down soon."

"You..."

Old Cen reluctantly got up and turned to leave, but a woman's voice rang out behind him:
"Grandpa, let's play again!"

Old Cen immediately lost his composure and turned to scold him: "From now on, when you come home, don't bring out your cross-dressing fetish again, understand?"

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Anping burst into laughter again, even rolling around on the bed clutching his stomach. Old Cen thought Zhang Anping's laughter was because the sun had already risen. Although it was excessive, after years of struggle and seeing his current situation, how many people could remain calm?

He waited until Zhang Anping finally stopped laughing before turning and leaving.

Outside the door, two "soldiers" dressed as Nationalist soldiers couldn't help but peek inside through the still-open door after Lao Cen came out. What greeted them was a face with an extremely bright smile.

That smile was like a gentle spring breeze!

The two soldiers stood frozen in place, speechless for a long time, until Old Cen whispered:

"Zhongyi, Si'an, let's go!"

The two Nationalist "soldiers" then snapped out of their daze.

The two exchanged a knowing glance, both seeing the same message in each other's eyes:

When he gets home, we'll settle our scores and avenge any wrongs we have!
inside the house.

The smile on Zhang Anping's face gradually faded.

He wasn't laughing; he just wanted to keep Old Cen around a little longer.

After a long while, he whispered in a barely audible voice:
Goodbye, my... comrade!

……

Old Cen's infiltration of Shuihanhuang was extremely successful—because shortly after he left, Shuihanhuang's orders came.

Zhang Anping, who had been under house arrest, was released and reinstated as the deputy director of the Relocation Committee, in charge of the relocation work.

This appointment clearly stated two words:
Shifting the blame!

As a loyal subject of the Party and the State, Zhang Anping saw through the shamelessness of the floods, droughts, and locusts at a glance, but after angrily condemning them, he resolutely walked out of the Peace Hotel.

He stood at the entrance of the Peace Hotel, his eyes no longer filled with resentment, but only with urgency for the future. He said:
"I must assume my post immediately!"

But the next second, a gunshot rang out.

A bloody hole exploded in Zhang Anping's chest.

……

Let's go back to two weeks ago.

The Second Division, which surrounded Shanghai, and its headquarters.

"Regimental Commander," Zheng Yingqi, the reconnaissance battalion commander, approached his division commander with a disgruntled expression.

"The debt collectors are here—I need to take a day off!"

Li Yunlong stared in astonishment at his beloved general, unable to reconcile the idea of ​​"debt collector" with taking leave.

"What kind of trouble are you trying to cause, kid?"

"I can't say—please wait for the phone call!" Zheng Yingqi still looked sullen, which made Li Yunlong want to kick him a couple of times.

Ring ring.

The phone rang, and Li Yunlong glanced at Zheng Yingqi before answering it:
"Second Master!"

"Old Li, it's me—Zheng Yingqi should be here to see you, right? Yes, it's a mission from the organization. Release him!"

Faced with his old partner's words, Li Yunlong only said one thing:

"Releasing them is no problem—but they have to come back! Don't be like you, leaving and never coming home!"

"If he doesn't go home, even if the old brigade commander comes, I won't let him go! I'd rather fight him!"

Old Li's resentment was extremely strong!

"Don't worry, it's just a temporary transfer. You'll be back soon."

"Then I'm relieved—release them! We'll definitely release them!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Yunlong looked at Zheng Yingqi and said irritably:

"What are you looking at? Get lost—come back soon!"

……

On the rooftop, Zheng Yingqi took a sip of water and then continued to mutter curses:
"I never thought this debt of gratitude would be repaid in this way—Old Gong, Old Gong (he didn't dare call him Old Zhang), you really think highly of me!"

"Debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay!"

At this moment, he was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he would have... shamelessly begged for more weapons years ago!

A splash of red suddenly appeared on the window of a room in the building across the street.

Upon seeing that splash of red, Zheng Yingqi's sigh vanished instantly. The moment he bent down and raised his weapon, the former elite soldier from the Old A, the instructor whom countless trainees criticized as a devil, reappeared!

The scope was locked tightly on the hotel's exit.

That figure has appeared!

Zheng Yingqi's breathing became long and even, as if it had become one with the sniper rifle in his hand.

With a slight twitch of the finger, the trigger is pulled.

Blood suddenly appeared on the figure in the scope.

Zheng Yingqi did not put away his gun, but instead murmured softly:

"Fellow villager, I've staked all my honor! I've staked the honor of the Seventh Steel Company! You... hang in there!"

……

"what?!"

Old Cen slumped into his chair, his face deathly pale: "He was assassinated?!"

At this moment, Lao Cen seemed to have lost all his strength.

"Commander, don't worry—" Xu Zhongyi, who was reporting the news, was also flustered, but he tried to remain calm: "I think... this might be something he orchestrated himself."

Jiang Si'an, who was standing to the side, unconsciously touched his chest—there was a bullet hole where he touched. If he remembered correctly, he had personally brought the gun that fired that bullet to Zhang Anping!

Old Cen's blank mind was cleared by Xu Zhongyi's words.

After a long while, he muttered to himself:

Is this why he's so sure he won't take the blame?

"he……"

"He's still like a madman!"

……

Zhoushan.

"What?! He was assassinated?!" Upon hearing the news, Water and Drought Locust was completely stunned. This was the scapegoat he had chosen!
He quickly realized: "Wait—could this be a staged performance? Is that bastard still alive?!"

"Commander, the person is still being treated—according to the doctor, the chances of survival are not high, but they will do their best to save him."

The water locust sat down hard, its head tingling.

This……

"Find out who did this!"

His subordinate said with a strange look, "Right now, everyone outside is saying it's you..."

“I…%￥#@&*…”

The flood, drought, and locusts have been spewing profanities. They've made themselves scapegoats. Was it really necessary for them to assassinate them?
……

On May 21, 1949, six days before the liberation of Shanghai, Zhang Anping, deputy director of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and deputy director of the Shanghai Relocation Committee, was assassinated as he was leaving his post after being released from house arrest. His fate remains unknown.

Although the drought, floods, and locusts had urgently found a scapegoat to take charge of the relocation, the scapegoat felt that the future was uncertain and simply gave up.

On May 25, realizing that the liberation of Shanghai was imminent, Shui Hanhuang directly ordered that all materials except for essential gold and silver be destroyed.

However, the order was leaked and met with fierce opposition from the Central Army's elite troops who were urgently stationed there—a large amount of supplies were stockpiled around the port, and their destruction would inevitably affect their ability to board ships and transfer them.

The flood-drought locusts only learned on the morning of the 26th that the destruction order had not been carried out. Enraged, they urgently mobilized troops, intending to destroy the mountains of incalculable value of the materials piled up at the port in the shortest possible time.

However, the destruction troops he sent out encountered fierce resistance from the workers' pickets at the port—most absurdly, the workers' pickets' weapons and firepower far exceeded those of the destruction troops sent by the flood, drought and locusts.

Enraged by the floods, droughts, and locusts, the authorities planned to mobilize the Shanghai garrison to clear out the port. But just then, the People's Liberation Army reached Wusongkou and, together with the troops in Pudong, completely blocked the port's access to the sea.

This means that Shanghai's evacuation routes have been completely blocked.

The Shanghai defenders are now trapped!

At 3 p.m. on the 27th, with the People's Liberation Army conducting the final surrender ceremony in the Yangshupu area, Shanghai was completely liberated!
The battle to catch rats in the china shop has come to a complete end.

Meanwhile, Zhang Anping had already been airlifted to a hospital on Taiwan four days earlier by military aircraft… (End of Chapter)