Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

Chapter 820 What's illogical is that all of this is actually logical!

Zhang Anping's image as a wealthy young master was somewhat well-known in the Caojiezi area. Naturally, he couldn't continue with his previous persona, so he disguised himself again, transforming from a wealthy young master into a waiter.

He seemed to be wandering around the Caojiezi Wharf aimlessly today, but in reality, he was familiarizing himself with the area.

The road information of the entire Caojiezi Wharf was already imprinted in his mind. When he was tracking, he constantly used the terrain as cover, and with several quick and simple changes of clothing, the kidnappers he was tracking, even though they were cautious, could not find Zhang Anping.

Strangely, the other party did not go directly to Wu Liwei as Zhang Anping had expected, but instead took a long detour and returned to the inn.

When he came back, he was carrying some pastries, giving the impression that he had gone out to buy them.

But these tricks were completely ineffective against Zhang Anping, this "ancestor".

Realizing that the other party had returned to the inn, Zhang Anping stopped following them, confident that his tracking was not problematic.

Before leaving, Fang Minghui's words made his meaning quite clear:

Be careful that nothing goes wrong with Lao Wu.

During the time the other party was going around in circles, they "coincidentally" met with three other groups. Therefore, there is only one answer:
The other party was on patrol.

In other words, Wu Liwei is definitely on his way to this point.

Zhang Anping closed his eyes and reviewed the entire route again and again. After reviewing it repeatedly, he found three places that seemed to be where Wu Liwei had stopped. After confirming them several times, Zhang Anping headed towards the first of these three suspected locations.

Riverside.

To be precise, it was a temporary port for mooring ships.

Numerous ships of all kinds are moored here, and this is also the location that Zhang Anping suspects the most.

Faced with this situation, an ordinary agent would inevitably have to call for help—with so many ships, mostly cargo ships, finding a single person would be an impossible task.

After all, once someone is hiding in the cabin, unless they have a X-ray vision device, it's impossible to find them visually.

But this was not a difficult task for Zhang Anping.

Upon arrival, he first recalled the locations where the other three groups had been placed, and then used the perspectives from these three locations to define his reconnaissance area. After some scrutiny, his suspicious gaze fell upon the three cargo ships in the northeast.

These three cargo ships are within the shared viewpoint of the three kidnappers' hideouts. Given Fang Minghui's personality, placing Wu Liwei within this shared viewpoint is perfectly reasonable.

The three locations he suspected were all deduced in this way, and the reason why the mooring point on the river was the most likely was because if Wu Liwei wanted to hand over people, the boats on the river would be the safest and most concealed.

As night deepened, the bustling dock gradually fell asleep. Zhang Anping, hidden in the shadows, patiently waited for the last wave of laborers to leave before emerging from the darkness. During this time, he didn't idle around; he intentionally chatted with the laborers on the dock and finally determined that of the three ships, only the outermost one had arrived that day.

If his speculation is correct, then this ship is his target.

Under the cover of night, a small boat glided quietly and soon approached the cargo ship without a sound. Just as it was about to get close, the guest who had been bragging to the boatman suddenly made a move, and the boatman was caught off guard and fell into a coma.

The guest who made the sudden move gently laid the boatman down on the boat, then slipped a bullet into the boatman's arms with a few hundred yuan in banknotes before quietly getting off the boat and heading towards the cargo ship not far away.

Inside the cabin, the dim kerosene lamps cast a yellowish glow on the hold. A rather lavish meal was laid out on a table made of wooden crates. The only guest was bound hand and foot, even his mouth was gagged with cloth—it had actually been stuffed with cork before being replaced with strips of cloth.

Faced with this table of food that clearly symbolized impending death, the bound guest remained calm, showing no despair despite his impending demise, but rather an indescribable serenity.

It was obvious that the one who was tied up was Cen Anyan.

Footsteps approached, and Wu Liwei's figure gradually appeared in the dim kerosene lamp light. He came in and sat down next to Cen Anyan.

"I'll untie your hands and mouth, will you cooperate?"

Cen Anyan nodded, and Wu Liwei stepped forward to untie the gag from his hands and mouth.

Since becoming a prisoner, he had been mistreated in terms of food, and his stomach had long been rebelling. Now that his hands were free, he did not hesitate to pick up his chopsticks and shovel food into his bowl.

Looking at Cen Anyan's unseemly eating manners, Wu Liwei suddenly said:
"This is your last meal before you die."

Cen Anyan seemed not to hear, and didn't even pause in shoveling rice into his mouth.

Wu Liwei had seen many people waiting to die, but he had never seen anyone like Cen Anyan. So he said again:

"I will not hand you over to Mao Renfeng's people—I will personally send you on your way during the handover tomorrow!"

"You have no chance of surviving."

Cen Anyan, holding the bowl, looked at Wu Liwei and said indistinctly:

"Write, write."

Wu Liwei was stunned:

"You are not afraid?"

Cen Anyan did not answer and continued to eat.

“Actually, I know you’re not afraid,” Wu Liwei said to himself.

"You've been thinking about finding an opportunity to end your own life, and now that I'm doing this, it's definitely more in line with your wishes—you're more worried about falling into Mao Renfeng's hands and ultimately betraying your comrades, right?"

"Tell me, are you worth it?"

Cen Anyan, who had been wolfing down his food, suddenly stopped eating, quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, and said seriously:

"worth."

"why?"

"Back in the Military Intelligence Bureau, in Shanghai, I saw several tough guys who were about to be executed by the Japanese. They were covered in wounds, but they never yielded to the Japanese. They were also members of the Military Intelligence Bureau—why do you think they did?"

"Faith?"

Wu Liwei stared at Cen Anyan.

Cen Anyan smiled and said, "Yes, faith!"

"However, their belief back then was to protect their homeland, while my belief now is what I have been pursuing for the rest of my life."

“However—” Cen Anyan changed the subject: “I’m more curious about you—since you want to execute me tomorrow, have you thought about your own fate?”

Wu Liwei smiled.

How could he not have thought of that?!

Cen Anyan:
"Look, you and I are actually quite similar, except that my faith is in the color red, while yours is more based on faith in a person."

Wu Liwei corrected: "It's not faith—it's guilt."

"Commander Zhang is too good to us, but I always cause him trouble."

"Let it be a faith—for our faith!"

Cen Anyan ate rice instead of wine and continued to wolf down his food.

Seeing Cen Anyan eating so heartily, Wu Liwei also started to feel hungry:

"I think I should eat too—leave some for me."

Two people who thought they would be "traveling together" tomorrow let go of their wariness of each other at this moment and shared this not-so-sumptuous last meal.

Wu Liwei had just picked up his rice bowl to eat when a faint voice came from behind him:
"Your food is too little—you need at least dozens of servings."

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Wu Liwei's forehead.

He was a skilled agent known for his action-oriented skills, but now he was being sneaked up behind him without even noticing.

But the newcomer seemed to have no ill intentions and did not take the opportunity to kill him. Instead, he stepped to the side and appeared in front of Wu Liwei and Cen Anyan. Old Cen stopped eating and forced himself not to grip his chopsticks tightly.

This is a master; he fears that his actions might prematurely provoke his opponent—he is not afraid of death, but he fears failing to die.

Wu Liwei slowly put down his rice bowl, scrutinizing the unfamiliar face as he spoke:

I've never seen you before.

When he was in the Military Intelligence Bureau, he was a professional operative agent. Experts within the Military Intelligence Bureau would instruct operative agents, and he had never heard of such experts.

He suspected that this person was not a visitor from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

“If you have seen me, then I would be a traitor to the revolution—Comrade Cen, I have been ordered to come and rescue you.”

The newcomer introduced himself to the two men. As Wu Liwei lowered his head, the newcomer secretly gave Cen Anyan a flirtatious wink. Yes, a flirtatious wink, which stunned Old Cen.

That flirtatious look, thrown by a man, is truly... repulsive, but what if that man were a gay man dressed as a woman?
And the person he knew was a veteran in the cross-dressing industry, who would always give him a disgusting wink!

The answer is naturally Zhang Anping.

As Wu Liwei lowered his head, he had already entered a counterattack mode, a fight to the death where either the enemy or he would die. Unfortunately, before he could finish preparing, Zhang Anping said quietly, "You'd better not move—it's fine if you want to die, but I have some information that might interest you. Don't you want to hear it?"

Wu Liwei was disheartened; he was indeed an extraordinary expert!
The other side is well aware of the Kuomintang's usual tactics.

"What information?"

"How about the intelligence on dozens of execution meals?"

Wu Liwei's expression hardened: "Ours?"

Zhang Anping said quietly:

"In Wusheng County, at the Yankou Wharf, Shen Zui's Operations Division of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics is sharpening its knives—who do you think they're going to deal with?"

A cruel scene flashed through Wu Liwei's mind:

These brothers were wantonly slaughtered.

"who is it?"

Zhang Anping asked with a smile:

"It could be that there's a spy from the Secret Service among you, it could be our revenge, or it could be that the Secret Service has the ability to divine—what do you think?"

"Is that Fang Minghui?"

At this moment, Cen Anyan spoke up:

"If any of you were agents of the Security Bureau, you would have been arrested long ago!"

"As for us... we wouldn't do something so despicable!"

In fact, Lao Cen had already guessed it, because he saw Fang Minghui's petty nature very clearly.

But Lao Cen chose not to point it out.

He said it, but Wu Liwei might not believe it.

If he speaks up, he himself could become a bargaining chip—conversely, if he doesn't speak up, Wu Liwei will send him on his way, which would be the best outcome for him.

Once he becomes a bargaining chip, once he falls into the hands of the Security Bureau, given Zhang Anping's personality, he will definitely try every means to save himself.

When he first partnered with Zhang Anping, his superiors repeatedly told him:
Comrade Zhang Anping's safety is paramount!
Old Cen would never let Zhang Anping take risks for him—that's why he never mentioned Wu Liwei.

But now that concern is gone, although what Lao Cen most wants to say right now is:

Comrade Anping, you shouldn't have taken this risk for me!
Wu Liwei had intended to retort that they were even more adept at taking advantage of others' misfortunes, but seeing no one to disagree with his futile argument, he abandoned his retort and instead scrutinized Zhang Anping's feigned demeanor:
"What is the purpose of your Communist Party doing this?"

Zhang Anping said with a smile, "I'm after your bodies."

Wu Liwei stared at Zhang Anping: "You don't seem like a Communist."

"Haha, just kidding—we just value talent. Many of you have shed blood on the battlefield to resist foreign aggression, and for the Chinese nation. You are worthy of the identity of soldiers."

Zhang Anping said solemnly:

"Our goal is to build a new China without oppression, and to achieve this, we need to unite many, many people, and you are the ones we can unite."

At this point, Zhang Anping shrugged: "Of course, you can't just join whenever you want; there have to be proper procedures—but I guarantee you'll like it, unless your souls have already rotted!"

Wu Liwei had no further doubts about the identity of the person in front of him.

But he still pressed on, asking, "Not forced?"

"Your Military Intelligence Bureau—oh, now it's called the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics—should know that over the years, there have indeed been opportunists and opportunists in our ranks, but there have never been any forcibly conscripted men. You don't deny that, do you?"

Wu Liwei pondered for a moment.

He believed everything the mysterious man said.

He was initially wary of Fang Minghui, but Fang Minghui repeatedly dispelled his tension—now that he thinks about it, the other party probably realized his wariness and therefore repeatedly used words and actions to numb him.

Sharing is never as comfortable as keeping it all to yourself.
Given this premise, he would naturally believe everything the mysterious man said.

But, should we really betray Commander Zhang?

Wu Liwei's main point of thought was this: he decided to kill Cen Anyan before handing over the person, and he had no intention of surviving himself.

He did this to repay Commander Zhang's kindness, but if he were to defect to the Communists, it would be far removed from his original intention.

However, Wu Liwei's weakness was the brothers he had brought into the kidnapper group.

He wasn't afraid of death, but if his brothers died because of him, he would die with regrets.

Wu Liwei opened his eyes and stared intently at Zhang Anping:
"I will bring them to join you—but you cannot restrict my freedom. I will not join your Communist Party!"

Zhang Anping shrugged:

“We will not force anyone to join – if you can’t change your mindset, it’s pointless for you to join.”

"Freedom to come and go, what do you say of that promise?"

After giving Zhang Anping a deep look, Wu Liwei nodded heavily:

"it is good!"

Cen Anyan, standing to the side, was a little confused—no, to be precise, extremely confused.

He didn't find anything abrupt about how things had unfolded;
He didn't find anything wrong with Zhang Anping's words or his explanation;
Even Wu Liwei's behavior was perfectly normal—Cen Anyan already knew Wu Liwei's personality.

Everything makes sense.

However, what is illogical is:

Why was Zhang Anping able to come up with the idea of ​​bringing these outstanding agents, abandoned by the Kuomintang, into the organization at this crucial moment?!
Shouldn't they have rescued themselves and then retreated at this point?
What was he thinking, trying to take everything down at once?
Zhang Anping glanced at Lao Cen and read the word "bewildered" in Lao Cen's calm expression. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up—this was due to his smugness.

Old Cen, you didn't expect my imagination to run wild like this!
Clearing his mind of distractions, Zhang Anping said:

"Shall we discuss how to get people out of the clutches of the King of Hell?"

(End of this chapter)