Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

On the sea, a fleet consisting of eight large passenger ships was sailing, and behind them, a fleet consisting of five cargo ships was following closely.

On a passenger ship, a Japanese man in a Zhongshan suit stood alone, looking into the distance.

"Manila!"

He looked into the distance with mixed feelings.

The fleet will arrive in Manila in a few hours.

In the past, it was a paradise for Japanese soldiers, but on March 3 of this year, the US military eliminated the Japanese troops resisting in Manila and reoccupied the place.

He had been to Manila before and had experienced the different charm of Manila under Japanese rule, but now he "visited" the city again, but only as a passer-by.

"The Empire is defeated..."

He whispered sadly, but then his eyes regained their determination:

"In just 20 years, the Germans were able to get out of the shadow of their last defeat and reign supreme in Europe again! Sooner or later, the great Japanese Empire will restore its glory!"

He turned his head and looked at the fleet following far behind.

“Those are hope!”

"Arrogant Americans, sooner or later you will realize that the great Japanese Empire cannot be defeated!"

He said to himself proudly.

At this time, an American sailor came over, and the Japanese who was just talking to himself immediately switched to a fawning look:

"Dear Mike..."

……

The fleet docked at the port of Manila.

The crew told the passengers that they could stay in the port and would set sail again tomorrow, as long as they returned in time before tomorrow morning.

But the passengers on the ship did not dare to disembark. They were naturally wary of the American soldiers active in the port. They would rather hide in the ship than disembark to face the American soldiers.

The crew did not expect that the passengers this time would be so "honest". Although it was unexpected, they did not force them to disembark - the crew's normal attitude dispelled the passengers' slight anxiety.

They "resolutely" rested on the ship, waiting for the fleet to set sail and to go to the free America.

But they...are just dreaming after all!

Night falls.

An army arrived at the port quietly, and then divided into teams in an orderly manner. A team boarded a passenger ship, and soon, eight ships were occupied by these eight teams of American soldiers.

The crew members were initially very confused by the military's actions until they were told that this was a global trade fleet. But when the captains of each ship appeared and unconditionally cooperated with the American soldiers, they realized that this voyage was not as simple as they had imagined.

The lights on the ship were turned on, and the ship entered day from darkness. Then the American soldiers holding Garand rifles began a customized wake-up service.

This group of passengers, consisting of traitors and Japanese, were awakened in a daze and did not realize what was happening. At this moment, they were still immersed in an illusory dream until several Chinese appeared.

"Su Decheng! He was a former spy of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. He later defected to the Japanese and eventually became the director of the Nanjing Security Bureau."

"Panda, deputy director of the Shanghai puppet police department."

"Kojiro Fujita, President of Fujita Co., Ltd."

These Chinese began to name and identify people one by one.

Under their roll call, the traitors and Japanese who had changed their appearances were named and pulled out one by one.

Some accepted their fate with dejected looks, some denied it outright, and some wanted to resist, but what greeted them was the American soldiers' rifle butts without hesitation.

Almost all the adult males on every passenger ship were "called out" and dragged out, and occasionally women were also called out - and behind every name that was called out, there was endless sin and cruelty.

But now, they all looked ashen.

"This is actually... a scam!"

Kojiro Fujita, with his head covered in blood, lay on the deck and muttered to himself. At this moment, he was heartbroken. He thought he had escaped, but he did not expect that he was a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

At this time, a Chinese man walked up to him and squatted down:
"Do you think you can just walk away after doing all the bad things you can do?"

Fujita Kojiro looked at the Chinese squatting in front of him. He saw deep hatred and indescribable comfort in their eyes. He asked, "Who... are you?"

"Military Control——"

"Cai Jierong."

Military rule!

These two words struck Fujita Kojiro like a bolt of lightning.

"Is... is this a trap set by Zhang Shihao?"

Cai Jierong laughed: "The answer is correct - but unfortunately there is no reward."

Kojiro Fujita murmured:
"We, we just want to survive and get away. He, he doesn't even want to do that?"

"Survive?"

Cai Jierong seemed to have heard a huge joke: "Fujita, Fujita, do you know how much material is involved in your name alone?"

“47 pages!”

"Do you know how many lives are included in these 47 pages?"

"How many families were torn apart by your cunning and tyrannical plunder? How many people lost their families and lives because of your rampage with the help of Japanese soldiers?"

“And that’s just what we’ve recorded!”

"What about those who are not registered?"

Cai Jierong said angrily: "Just your family, Fujita Kojiro, brought as many as 318 cultural relics and a total of taels of gold!"

"Every ounce of gold and every cultural relic you carry is soaked in the blood and tears of the Chinese people! They all contain the howling souls of the wronged Chinese people! You actually asked why the teacher was unwilling to let you go?"

"Every one of you here should go to hell! Be tortured over and over again in the eighteen levels of hell!"

Cai Jierong couldn't believe that this Japanese businessman whose hands were stained with the blood of the Chinese people would say such shameless words!

We won't let you go?

Have you spared those Chinese who are trying to survive in the most humbly way possible?
No!

Since the Japanese occupied Shanghai, how many atrocious things have Japanese businessmen committed with the help of brutal Japanese soldiers?
Shanghai, how many innocent businessmen have lost their families and lives because of your unscrupulous plunder?
Will you...let them go?

Looking at Cai Jierong who was about to explode with anger, Fujita Kojiro said sadly: "My children and wife are innocent."

"I really want to sink these eight ships and let you bastards die together."

Cai Jierong gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his overwhelming hatred, and then sighed:
"But we are human after all."

"Be thankful that we are human beings after all, not a bunch of beasts like you."

Cai Jierong stood up, but before leaving, he turned around and said to Fujita Kojiro, who had let out a long sigh:
"I forgot to tell you, the teacher asked me to tell you that you bastards deserve to be cut into pieces--"

"If anyone wants to avoid trial and commits suicide, then I'm sorry, we will not guarantee the safety of your family members."

"Only if you take over the trial honestly, will we guarantee the safety of your family members. Otherwise..."

Cai Jierong smiled coldly:
"I'm not sure how you scumbags will treat your family members - we are human, but you... are really a bunch of beasts!"

On the eight ships, minus three-quarters of the family members, everyone left was not worthy of being called a human being.

Wild beasts attack people for their stomachs, but they kill people for various reasons. To call them beasts is to overestimate them.

No threat is more useful than this, because these beasts know very well the temperaments of their beastly companions. If the Military Control Commission really does not protect their families, then their beastly companions will definitely commit cruel and atrocious acts during their madness before death.

Of this, they were certain.

And this is exactly the effect Zhang Anping wants.

Of course he could have dealt with these beasts earlier, but letting them all die quickly without a just trial would have been too easy for them.

Letting them watch with their own eyes the wealth they have plundered with great effort being confiscated and letting them wait in fear for the Day of Judgment is the greatest torture for them!

That night, the cries at the port of Manila shook the earth, but faintly, it seemed as if countless wronged souls were laughing happily. …

In early August 1945, the Military Intelligence Bureau, together with the Americans, completed the complete control of "immigrants". More than 8 traitors and Japanese were temporarily detained in Manila, and their families were also temporarily under control - waiting to be moved to Taiwan for further labor reform after Taiwan was conquered.

As for what awaits these traitors and Japanese, what awaits them is naturally a just trial.

Once the news was disclosed, the whole country was in an uproar.

People had previously thought that these people would be allowed to go unpunished, but they did not expect that the Military Control Commission would set up such a trap.

What the Military Control Commission did this time undoubtedly made the people of the whole country very satisfied. Countless propaganda effects were not as good as this time of digging a hole.

You should know that the Military Intelligence Bureau set up a propaganda agency specifically responsible for promoting its anti-Japanese work. Although the effect was good, the Military Intelligence Bureau did too many disgusting things and has always been criticized more than praised.

This time, it received unanimous praise, which was really not easy.

The traitors and the Japanese who wanted to escape were devastated. They had thought this was a way out and were still waiting for the third round of immigration. They didn't expect that this was a pitfall - the first and second batches of immigrants all fell into the big net that the Military Control Commission had prepared long ago.

They were already desperate, and now they became even more desperate.

However, this also made many traitors desperately try to get close to the Military Control Commission, striving to get the protection of the Military Control Commission after the Japanese surrender.

In this context, a large number of traitors who surrendered to the Military Intelligence Bureau confessed countless dirty deeds that were not in the Military Intelligence Bureau's "little book", making the liquidation list that the Military Intelligence Bureau had prepared long ago more than twice as thick.

……

This good thing that gained both money and face made Dai Chunfeng, who was used to being serious all day long, smile for several days.

But for the Military Control Commission, the good things don’t end there.

Also in early August, a transfer order from the National Government officially came into effect:

Xu Rongzeng was removed from his post as deputy director of the Central Bureau of Investigation and transferred to the Ministry of Transport as deputy minister of political affairs.

In 1928, the Party Affairs Investigation Section was established, and Xu Rongzeng became the deputy section chief (actually in charge of the Party Affairs Investigation Section). In 1935, the Party Affairs Investigation Section was reorganized into the Party Affairs Investigation Office. In 1938, it was reorganized into the Central Bureau of Investigation. The spy chief who had established and controlled the Central Bureau of Investigation for 17 years ushered in the end of his political life.

For Dai Chunfeng, the Party Affairs Section (Division) has always been a huge mountain pressing down on his head since he entered the intelligence industry. It was not until the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War that the Party Affairs Division was reorganized into the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and he gradually gained the upper hand due to internal power struggles.

After more than ten years, we have finally defeated this arch-enemy. It was really not easy!

On the day when Xu Rongzeng's official transfer order came into effect, Dai Chunfeng specially invited Zhang Anping to his home, and the uncle and nephew had a nice drink together.

For Dai Chunfeng, his nephew played an indispensable role in defeating Xu Rongzeng, his fateful enemy.

Zhang Anping also drank very happily during this meal.

He drank so happily not because Xu Rongzeng fell, but because...

Good news is coming soon.

Sure enough, good news came next!

August 1945, .

The little boy visited Hiroshima and, with a mushroom cloud, paid tribute for the first time to the countless souls who died in the catastrophe caused by the Japanese.

August 1945, .

The Fat Man came to Nagasaki and once again used a mushroom cloud to commemorate the souls of those who died in the catastrophe for the second time.

In fact, since March this year, barbecue master Li Mei has staged many barbecue dramas in Japan using a large amount of gasoline solidification bombs.

The barbecue was over and August seamlessly transitioned to Little Boy and Fatty.

Zhang Anping originally wanted to use his influence to have the third Fat Man bomb detonated before August 8 (originally scheduled to be dropped on August 19). Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. Faced with the kneeling Japanese, the Americans finally canceled the bombing.

On August 1945, 8, the Japanese Emperor read out the Imperial Rescript on the Termination of the War through a national broadcast, formally accepted the Potsdam Declaration, and announced surrender - but the Japanese devils beautified the surrender, using words like unfavorable war situation, protecting the national system, and end of the war rather than defeat!
The news reached China on the same day.

It has been fourteen years since the September 1931th Incident in 1937, and even eight years since the July th Incident in .

Nearly two generations were filled in the bloody hole of the war against Japan. Countless people were forced to leave their homes because of the war, endured unimaginable hardships, and struggled to survive in the destruction of their country and their families.

Now, the Japanese invaders have surrendered!

On the day the news came, the Kuomintang-controlled areas fell into a frenzy.

The war is over!

After the news came, for several days in a row, firecrackers were set off in the Kuomintang-controlled areas and even in the occupied areas, and people were venting their ecstasy after the victory - they felt that the days of suffering were over and a new life was about to begin.

……

8 month 16 day.

chongqing.

Zhang Anping drove to the bureau headquarters, but there were revelry crowds everywhere. The people of Chongqing, no longer afraid of Japanese planes dropping bombs overhead, gathered in the streets, venting their joy. The sounds of firecrackers and joyful shouts were everywhere. Countless people shouted the names of their deceased relatives, calling out to their souls, wanting them to see the arrival of peace.

Zhang Anping, who had to abandon his car, walked among the crowd, feeling the cheers of the crowd, with a smile from the heart on his face.

In the original time and space, he could only read about eight years of hardship and fourteen years of humiliation in history books.

But in this time and space, up to now, he has spent half of his life experiencing sufferings that the Chinese nation will remember.

Now, the light is finally coming.

Following closely in the celebrating crowd, when passing by a teahouse, Zhang Anping couldn't help laughing when he saw a couplet.

First line: China, Czech Republic, Japan.

Second line: Nanjing, Chongqing, Chengdu.

Horizontal banner: Victory of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

While repeating this homophonic couplet, Zhang Anping suddenly burst into laughter like a madman.

148 million troops died in battle;

Nearly 1500 million civilians died from famine, bombing, massacres, germ warfare, etc.;
Property damage exceeding $100 billion;
The industrial mining industry suffered losses of more than 40%;
Sixty percent of agricultural land has been destroyed;
More than 80% of the buildings in major cities across the country were damaged!

The suffering Chinese people, who have endured numerous exploitations, have finally ushered in this day!

In the past, he would have been an outlier with his crazy laughter, but on this day of carnival, no one cared about Zhang Anping's madness, because... there were just too many people like him.

Before he had completely passed through the bustling crowd, Zhang Anping had controlled his running emotions and regained his previous calm.

His gentle gaze swept across every member of the revelry crowd, and suddenly he sighed.

People thought the war was over and peace and stability were coming.

Little did they know that the Kuomintang was already quietly planning a civil war at this time - the suffering of the Chinese people would continue for several more years, until October 1949, 10, when the word "established" was spoken from the Tiananmen Gate Tower, and an era in which the Chinese people could gradually hold their heads high would truly arrive.

He couldn't help whispering:

"Soon, soon..."

……

Zhang Anping, who was never late, was late for a rare occasion. However, in the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau today, being late has become a normal phenomenon.

Standing outside the bureau headquarters, looking at the bureau headquarters that had been deliberately decorated, Zhang Anping couldn't help but laugh.

This place, which was full of gloom and depression, was rarely filled with a celebratory atmosphere because of the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan. It was not easy.

Zhang Anping, who always appeared to have a stern face, walked into the bureau headquarters with a smile on his face. He gave a warm smile to every spy he saw, and every spy returned an excited smile to Commander Zhang.

But the warmth on Zhang Anping's face disappeared without a trace after he met Dai Chunfeng.

Because Dai Chunfeng, who had been smiling all this time, now looked gloomy. The first thing he said after seeing Zhang Anping was:
"Fuck these bastards! They react faster than a shark smelling blood!"

Zhang Anping stopped smiling and asked in a serious tone, "Commander, what happened?"

"Someone... has set their eyes on the gold in my hand!" Dai Chunfeng said angrily, "Asshole, the dog's paw actually stretched into my bowl! Hateful! It's really hateful!"

Zhang Anping asked softly: "Four... families?"

Dai Chunfeng nodded slowly with a gloomy face. (End of this chapter)