Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

Haotianling, New Taipei City, 1956.

The Mao family, free to come and go amidst wind and rain.

Mao Renfeng, who was breathing oxygen, lay in bed, looked at the morphine on the bedside table, and gave a desolate, bitter smile.

He was strong-willed his whole life, and even under Zhang Anping's crushing rule, he always kept the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics in charge. He never expected that in the last period of his life, he would have to rely on morphine to prolong his life.

Before death, people involuntarily reflect on their lives. Today, he is more likely than usual to recall the past.

"I...I'm probably really going to die."

Mao Renfeng forced a desolate smile, and once again involuntarily recalled the past in a daze.

He suddenly realized that all the memories he had of the past were inseparable from one name.

Hatred welled up involuntarily.

After Chunfeng's death, it should have been his turn to make his mark, but his glorious years were overshadowed by a name that lingered like a shadow.

"Zhang! An! Ping!"

He uttered the name, which sounded like a nightmare, in a hoarse voice.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief.

So what if you, Zhang Anping, are fighting fiercely with me?

Wasn't it because of a disagreement about the use of undercover agents that he was imprisoned by the chief attendant?

Hmph, so what if you end up being picked up by the Americans?
Isn't China just reduced to being a lackey of the Americans?

snort!
After letting out a cold snort, his mood suddenly improved a lot, but at that moment, he saw a figure in front of him that he would never forget.

A hallucination before death?

After rubbing his eyes with difficulty, Mao Renfeng's eyes widened instinctively when he saw the figure's face clearly.

Is it...him?

At this moment, the figure bent down slightly, and then a pair of hands touched his legs, followed by a voice:

"Your legs are so cold. Looks like it's getting cold."

The voice was so familiar, so familiar that even his soul trembled at it.

Mao Renfeng tried to get up, but he had no strength left. He could only manage to utter two words: "Yes! You!"

"It's me—I've come to see you."

The visitor was Zhang Anping. He took out a towel that smelled of alcohol, slowly wiped his hands, and then placed the food box he was carrying on the bedside table.

"You...came to see me?"

Mao Renfeng stared in astonishment at the food box, and said weakly, "Thank you for your kindness, but it's a pity..."

"I can't eat anymore."

"Otherwise, I'll have to take a bite no matter what."

He smiled with relief. After fighting for so many years, in the end, his opponent was still thinking of him before he died. He was at peace.

I'm at peace with it!
When Zhang Anping saw the relieved look on Mao Renfeng's face, he immediately became anxious and said urgently, "Don't be relieved."

???

Mao Renfeng looked weakly at Zhang Anping. What did he mean?
Zhang Anping opened the food box, took out the only dish inside, gently laid it out, and introduced it to Mao Renfeng:

"Let's take a look at the dishes first—I made them myself. Look at these shrimp, I peeled them one by one. You probably don't know, but shrimp is the food I dislike the most because it's such a hassle to peel."

Mao Renfeng's lips twitched, then he actually laughed, and seemed quite happy about it.
"But, but I like to eat it."

"Thank you."

"Don't rush—look at this pig heart, I cut it myself. My knife skills are pretty good. Look at these pig heart strips, they're all the same size, no worse than a top chef's."

Mao Renfeng didn't understand why Zhang Anping was rambling on and on, but she still said, "Thank you—even though I don't like to eat it."

"Come on, let me help you up. Even if you can't eat, just look at it."

"If all else fails, this will serve as a tribute."

As Zhang Anping spoke, he stepped forward and helped Mao Renfeng sit up, thoughtfully placing a blanket behind him so he could lean on it.

After catching his breath a few times, Mao Renfeng said:
"You, you're still so annoying."

"Thank you anyway."

He sincerely thanked him once again.

Zhang Anping smiled and said, "You should take it back now—how's the dish?"

"It looks delicious, I... I'll have a bite."

He reached out to take it, knowing he couldn't eat it, but it was made by his old rival and specially delivered to him before he died, so he had to put a bite in his mouth no matter what.

Just one bite!
"Wait—"

Zhang Anping stopped Mao Renfeng from doing so and instead placed the plate in front of her. Mao Renfeng greedily sniffed the aroma, and her hand involuntarily reached out to grab it again.

"I told you not to move yet—"

Zhang Anping said with disdain, "Ugh, I'm going to die, you really aren't thinking straight—look at the dish names!"

What is the name of the dish?

Mao Renfeng looked at the plate in front of him. Shrimp? Pig's heart?

After a long while, he looked at Zhang Anping in astonishment: "Shrimp and pork heart?"

"To kill someone by destroying their spirit?!"

"Correct answer—"

Zhang Anping laughed heartily.

This guy finally figured out the name of the dish!
Mao Renfeng's expression turned cold. After taking a few heavy breaths, he looked coldly at Zhang Anping.

I'm going to die, and you... won't you let me go?
Zhang Anping, you despicable scoundrel!
After a leisurely smile, Zhang Anping said sincerely:

"Old Mao, you must be 58 years old this year, right?"

Seeing that Zhang Anping didn't reply, Mao Renfeng's expression softened a bit as his ashen face turned ashen.

"Liver cancer—I've heard someone say that if a person is frequently mistreated, the probability of getting liver cancer increases exponentially."

"I bet your liver cancer is very much related to me!"

Mao Renfeng's face, which had just softened a bit, began to twist and become ferocious. His hands were moving erratically, trying to grab something and smash it hard at Zhang Anping.

The life force that could dissipate seemed to mock his powerlessness.

“I’m actually quite magnanimous. If some people are my opponents and they’re going to die, I probably won’t be dancing on their graves—but you’re different!”

Zhang Anping said slowly, "Your hands are stained with the blood of my comrades."

"I'm not willing to let you leave so easily!"

Mao Renfeng's mind went blank for several minutes before he managed to reboot. Then, he looked at Zhang Anping with an incredulous gaze.

What did you say!

what are you saying!
Zhang Anping patiently waited for Mao Renfeng's brain to "reboot," and only after seeing his eyes regain their clarity and become filled with shock did he quietly confirm:
"I'm an undercover agent."

"I am 'Katyusha'."

Perhaps due to a final burst of energy before death, Mao Renfeng suddenly regained his strength, and his speech was no longer filled with frantic panting. His mind was exceptionally clear—so he burst into laughter, laughing until he was breathless. After a few moments of intense gasping for air, he still managed to say with a laugh:
"Hahaha, Zhang Anping, Zhang Anping, is this your way of killing someone by destroying their spirit?"

"Haha, you're a communist? You almost made the war criminals list, you're a communist? You're Katyusha?"

"To kill someone by destroying their spirit—to kill someone by destroying their spirit in this way?"

Mao Renfeng looked at Zhang Anping with amusement, finding Zhang Anping utterly ridiculous.

To ensure that Mr. Mao died with regrets, you actually fabricated such an absurd claim.

He looked at Zhang Anping with a mocking expression:
"Go to the entrance of the GFB and shout that you, Zhang Anping, are a Communist, and see if anyone pays attention to you."

"childish!"

Contrary to Mao Renfeng's expectations, Zhang Anping did not show disappointment; instead, he smiled brightly.
"Old Mao, thank you for your affirmation."

Mao Renfeng's smile vanished abruptly as he looked at Zhang Anping:
"Are you... serious?"

Zhang Anping tilted his head:
"What do you think?" "Impossible!"

Mao Renfeng categorically denied it: "You couldn't possibly be an undercover agent!"

How could Zhang Anping be an undercover agent?
He orchestrated the Hidden Edge Plan and possessed the true list of all the undercover agents—how could he be an undercover agent?

In order to carry out his infiltration plan, he even fell out with his chief of staff and was forced to go to the United States to work as a consultant for the CIA—how could he be an undercover agent?

Faced with Mao Renfeng's stubbornness, Zhang Anping was speechless.

I've come clean that I'm an undercover agent, and you still don't believe me?
"During the Liberation War, didn't you feel that every time you survived a desperate situation, it was such a... coincidence?"

Upon hearing this, Mao Renfeng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

It wasn't a coincidence that turned the tide, but rather the words "War of Liberation"!
There is no such thing as a "war of liberation" on the island of Taiwan!

But Zhang Anping spoke so smoothly!
He remained silent for a long time before suppressing the turmoil in his heart:
"What kind of coincidence are you talking about?"

"Old Mao, did you really think it was your own ability that allowed you to turn the tide time and time again?"

Zhang Anping sounded like a rambling old man:

"Have you forgotten that after you've been showing off for so long, you'll eventually make a big mess? Three cities, four stations, Minglou, Qiuning, Guangzhou station..."

"Every time I poop a big one, I'm always inexplicably helped by a 'benefactor'—do you really believe there are benefactors?"

"it's me!"

"I cherish you so much as an opponent! Do you know how much hair I've lost protecting you?"

Zhang Anping angrily ripped off his wig, revealing his sparse natural hair: "I'm only forty! Look at the hair I've lost—you deserve at least a tenth of the credit!"

Mao Renfeng almost jumped up. One in ten?

You said that only one-tenth of the hair you lost was due to me?
I, I, I...

Thank you and your whole family!

"I really racked my brains to protect you. At most a tenth of my hair loss was for you!"

Mao Renfeng closed his eyes, not wanting to see Zhang Anping's hateful face, but he couldn't help opening them and asking incredulously:

"Really, really it's you?!"

He still has doubts!
Zhang Anping suddenly laughed and asked, "Does Xiao Qian remember?"

Mao Renfeng thought for a long time before coming up with this name:
"That underground party member who loved pleasure?"

He paused for a moment before saying:

"If he hadn't died, he probably... he probably could have implicated a few underground party members."

Zhang Anping chuckled and leaned down to whisper in Mao Renfeng's ear the other party's true identity.

Mao Renfeng's eyes widened again:
"He...he's the person in charge?!"

"impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible—by the way, I was the one who did it, but you're the one taking the blame again."

again……

The word "again" brought Mao Renfeng back to those bygone days.

Pots, so many pots...

So many pots and pans!

He finally believed it!
However, after believing it, he became even more frustrated.

Someone he never suspected turned out to be the deepest-hidden undercover agent!

The most vicious thing is:

Even though his glorious years, which he was so proud of, were filled with frustration, he managed to turn the tables time and time again in the hands of the person in front of him.

As a result, he now tells himself:

Fake!all fake!
There's no such thing as a comeback from a desperate situation; all there is is water, and water that's been released!
"you you you……"

Mao Renfeng looked at Zhang Anping, trembling, and after a long while, managed to utter a sentence:

You will be struck by lightning!

Zhang Anping laughed heartily:

"If Heaven truly has eyes, then you should be the first one struck by lightning!"

"By the way, even if you get struck by lightning, you won't have an easy time—there are many, many people down there who will still 'take care' of you."

When an enemy begins to curse you in despair, that is when their moral compass collapses.

That's what you call killing someone by breaking their spirit!
"take care of"?
This word drained Mao Renfeng of all her strength like a receding tide.

He seemed to see the underground party members he had personally ordered to be executed.

The immense blow hastened the dissipation of his last gasp of energy. He looked weakly at Zhang Anping, and after a long, long time, with his last ounce of strength, he asked:
"you you you……"

"How could you be a Communist?"

Zhang Anping laughed again, but this time, his smile was filled only with pride.

As Mao Renfeng's life was about to completely fade away, he whispered:
"Please give my regards to my comrades."

"Tell them that the future of China will only get better and better."

Upon hearing this, Mao Renfeng mustered all her strength and suddenly lunged at Zhang Anping, but in the instant she lunged, an invisible spark went out with a "pia" sound.

Zhang Anping clicked his tongue twice, looked at those eyes that refused to close, and said slowly:
"Should we leave these eyes open?"

Even though her heart had stopped beating, after Zhang Anping finished speaking, Mao Renfeng's eyes actually...

It actually closed!
"Even if you die, you'll still have to oppose me?"

Zhang Anping chuckled: "But..."

"You've never won!"

……

1956 10 Month 14 Day.

Mao Renfeng, the former director of the Kuomintang's Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, died of liver cancer at his home in Haotianling.

The funeral arrangements were kept simple, but an unexpected person participated in and even presided over the entire process.

Zhang Anping, the adversary whom Mao Renfeng fought for half his life and could never forget until his death, not only saw Mao Renfeng off on his final journey, but also participated in the arrangements for his funeral.

The news has evoked a range of emotions in many people.

The dish "Shrimp and Pork Heart," personally prepared by Zhang Anping, has become a must-have for many bigwigs when "bidding farewell" to their old friends.

……

Many more years have passed.

One day, a tour guide was leading a tour group on a trip to a certain place.

"Look at the dish engraved on this tombstone—this is the famous farewell dish, 'Shrimp and Pork Heart'."

"This dish was personally made when I saw off Director Mao Renfeng. I don't know when it started, but it has become an essential dish for big shots when they bid farewell to old friends."

"When later generations saw this, they engraved the dish on the tombstone of Director Mao Renfeng, both as a tribute and to remind future generations that this story originated from here!"

"Yes, I've heard that there are people now pushing to define 'shrimp and pork heart' as an idiom, to describe the story of former rivals reconciling with each other on their deathbed."

"Perhaps it won't be long before 'shrimp and pork heart' becomes an idiom!"

The tour guide's eloquent speech left the tourists speechless.

The tour guide, who had repeated his lines countless times, was seeing this reaction for the first time and asked in surprise:
"Fellow countrymen, is there something wrong with what I said?"

A middle school student raised his hand:

"well……"

"Shrimp and pork heart, I remember it specifically refers to..."

"To kill someone is to destroy their spirit!" (End of Chapter)