Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

Normally, Zhang Anping would only leave work after the designated off-duty time—a move that earned him much criticism from the secret agents at headquarters.

But today, a full half hour before the end of the workday, Zhang Anping appeared in front of his car, and then a convoy of four cars drove away from the headquarters.

Although it was a rare early departure, most of the agents at headquarters had no "opinions" about it. Considering the injustice Zhang Anping had suffered, most people would have already broken down mentally, but Zhang Anping was just leaving get off work half an hour early, what was the big deal?
As usual, the driver dropped Zhang Anping off at his doorstep. After confirming that Zhang Anping didn't need the car, he left with the other three vehicles carrying bodyguards, leaving only a two-person guard team on duty at Zhang's house that night.

After returning home, Zhang Anping had a gloomy face and ignored even when Wangwang and Xixi ran over to ask for hugs. When his mother asked him why, Zhang Anping just shook his head and then locked himself in his study.

Wang Chunlian had no choice but to inquire with the two guards on duty. The guards stammered and dared not tell the truth. To avoid displeasing their superior, the two of them slipped into the guardhouse and dared not show their faces again.

Wang Chunlian could only instruct her two mischievous children not to disturb her son.

After finally waiting for her daughter-in-law to get off work, she quickly told her about her son's strange behavior. Zeng Moyi was surprised after hearing this and first asked the security guard. After receiving a stammering reply, she went into the study to find Zhang Anping.

In the study room.

After Zeng Moyi entered the study, she asked with concern, "Anping, has something happened?"

Before Zhang Anping could answer, she approached and whispered quickly, "We're all prepared. We can buy Father an hour. Sister Chai said everything is arranged according to plan."

"Hmm." Zhang Anping nodded slightly.

The couple sat facing each other without speaking. After about ten minutes, Zeng Moyi left the study.

Not long after, the phone in the living room rang. The maid answered and, upon hearing that the caller was looking for Mrs. Zhang, hurriedly summoned Zeng Moyi. Zeng Moyi answered the phone, hummed and groaned, and declined the caller's invitation to play mahjong.

She then took the simple dinner she had prepared for Zhang Anping to the study.

He's coming out soon!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Anping stood up and nodded slightly to Zeng Moyi. The couple had a deep understanding, and Zeng Moyi nodded in understanding. She then left the study and went to find the guard with a worried look on her face. While she was covering for him, Zhang Anping, who had already completed his disguise, climbed out of the study window and quickly arrived at the bicycle that had been prepared.

Riding a bicycle at high speed.

Xinjiekou.

It only took about ten minutes to get from Zhang's house to Xinjiekou. After arriving at Xinjiekou, Zhang Anping parked his bicycle on the side and turned to walk into a roast duck shop.

Two minutes later, he came out carrying the packaged food. The bicycle had "disappeared," but he seemed oblivious and slowly walked forward with the roast duck in his hand.

There was a phone booth on his way, with a "Under Repair" sign hanging on it. Two people in work clothes were tinkering with repairs inside the phone booth.

As Zhang Anping passed the phone booth, he deliberately slowed his pace. As he got closer, someone suddenly started arguing next to him, and he watched with a "smug" air, like a bystander—until the phone in the phone booth, which was being repaired, rang.

The repairman answered the phone, as if checking if it was working, but no one noticed that after he hung up, he quietly extended two fingers.

Line 2, here it comes!
Zhang Anping quietly left the crowd of onlookers and walked slowly like a normal office worker going home.

……

Wang Tianfeng is a workaholic, while Zhang Anping only waits fifteen minutes after get off work before leaving. He usually refuses to leave until he has finished his work.

But Wang Tianfeng didn't work overtime today.

Of course, his "not working overtime" means working an hour or half an hour later than the normal closing time. When he does work overtime, he often stays up late into the night before leaving the headquarters.

The reason I'm not working overtime is probably because I've lost my mindset.

The situation that Zhang Anping had painstakingly built up was turned into a joke because of a simple order from above. Wang Tianfeng didn't know how badly Zhang Anping's mentality had collapsed, but it was completely broken.

For the first time, Wang Tianfeng gained a profound understanding of the saying, "Man proposes, God disposes." No matter how sophisticated the plan is, no matter how much effort you put in, in the face of "Heaven," your efforts are as laughable as a joke.

Getting anything done... is so hard!
After sitting in the car for a long time, Wang Tianfeng finally drove away, feeling utterly exhausted. Little did he know that as soon as his car left the Security Bureau, someone made a phone call from the hotel.

The row of apartments at 327 Zhongshan North Road was Wang Tianfeng's address.

It's about a ten to fifteen minute walk from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, but Wang Tianfeng doesn't have a fixed route; instead, he "randomly" chooses from five different routes.

Without a doubt, this was Wang Tianfeng's method of avoiding assassination.

Given this random choice, the ideal route to assassinate him is only the section leading out of the headquarters and the townhouses at the end.

However, many agents of the Secret Service lived in the townhouses. If someone were planning an assassination there, they would probably have been detected by the agents during the preparation stage—the professionalism of the Secret Service agents was beyond doubt.

This method of "randomly" choosing from five routes minimizes the risk of assassination.

After all, even if an assassin waits for the prey to come to them, there is only a one in five chance of success. To be on the safe side, they must deploy assassination methods from all five directions, but this would require more manpower and leave them vulnerable at every turn.

However, Wang Tianfeng did not expect that someone could monitor his route choices for a long time and eventually find the pattern through big data!

Feeling!

Wang Tianfeng's choice of route is basically based on his mood, and when he is in the worst mood, he will choose the route that passes through Xinjiekou.

This is because Xinjiekou is a bustling and lively place with people coming and going. When Wang Tianfeng is in a very bad mood, he will choose to drive slowly through the noisy Xinjiekou area at the slowest speed. By nature gloomy, he likes to look at the prosperity and busyness of the world with indifferent eyes when he is in a very bad mood.

Without a doubt, he chose Xinjiekou this time.

The car was moving slowly along the road.

Wang Tianfeng looked blankly at the crowds passing by through the windshield. Occasionally, someone would slow down his already slow speed, but he didn't honk to urge them on. He would just silently slow down or stop the car altogether.

……

Zhang Anping carried a package of roasted duck wrapped in oil paper and walked slowly down the street. When a familiar car appeared at the intersection ahead, Zhang Anping suddenly sped up, much like an ox or horse hurrying home.

Wang Tianfeng drove slowly forward when a figure wearing a baseball cap and a coarse cloth shirt came into view. He glanced at the oil paper package the other person was carrying and instinctively judged that it probably contained salted duck.

He could almost smell the aroma of the salted duck.

In that instant, Wang Tianfeng also thought of packing up a roast duck for himself and preparing two bottles of wine to drink alone.

Cars and hurried pedestrians are about to pass each other.

The pedestrians were still hurrying along, and Wang Tianfeng even saw a hint of expectation on the other person's face—this man was probably thinking about how his son or daughter would drool when they saw the duck.

This is the human world...

The car and the pedestrian passed each other. But just as the car slowly passed the pedestrian, the pedestrian moved—

Extremely abruptly, with a barely perceptible raise of his hand, a jet-black pistol appeared in his hand, its muzzle flashing the instant he raised it.

What a fast gun, what a fast killer!
Gun flashes continued, and the bulletproof glass was finally pierced by the flashes of gunfire. Wang Tianfeng was ready to dodge, but he was still hit in the shoulder by a bullet.

All of this took only a little over a second, not even two seconds.

They have a thorough understanding of the weaknesses of bulletproof glass and use steel-core bullets!

The injured Wang Tianfeng calmly made a judgment in his mind. Theoretically, the best way to escape at this time was to step on the gas and crash his way out—but Wang Tianfeng instinctively rejected this idea.

In a mere second, the other party fired multiple shots, and steel-core bullets wounded him as he tried to dodge through the bullet holes created by the successive shots. The bulletproof glass on the car door was far less effective than the bulletproof glass on the windshield. The two or three seconds of rapid acceleration were enough for the other party to completely eliminate him!
The other party is also absolutely certain of doing so.

Wang Tianfeng made a choice that aligned more with his intuition:

Step on the gas and turn the steering wheel all the way to the left!
【As expected of you! 】

Faced with Wang Tianfeng's reaction, Zhang Anping, as the assassin, silently praised him, but this... was useless!
Keep firing!
bang bang
Two more shots—from the moment the shooting began until now, Zhang Anping had fired eight bullets in quick succession, leaving only two relatively large bullet holes in the car window.

However, because there were only two bullet holes, the last two bullets did not hit Wang Tianfeng's head as intended. One ricocheted and hit Wang Tianfeng's leg, while the other pierced his chest. For an assassination, this was obviously not fatal.

Nevertheless, his driving was disrupted, and the car crashed into a wall and stalled.

Since the start of the shooting, Zhang Anping's pistol has fired a total of eight bullets!

Zhang Anping was carrying a Soviet-made TT-33 pistol. The reason for using this relatively uncommon Soviet-made pistol was its high muzzle velocity and strong penetrating power; when loaded with steel-core bullets, it was perfect for shooting through bulletproof glass. This pistol was later copied by China, and the copy had a rather infamous name:
May Fourth Style!
Like the Type 54 pistol, the TT-33 pistol also has a magazine capacity of eight rounds, which means that Zhang Anping's gun was out of bullets at this point.

Zhang Anping, however, seemed oblivious, slowly approaching the stalled car with his gun.

The injured Wang Tianfeng had a cold expression. Through the cracked glass with two jagged bullet holes, he looked at the approaching assassin, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

The car door was slowly opened.

What came into view was the dark muzzle of a gun. If it were anyone else, they would probably strike first—because the other person's gun was out of bullets.

But Wang Tianfeng was convinced that there was still one bullet in the other's gun!
Therefore, he did not take any drastic action, but simply spoke with difficulty:
"Did Mao Renfeng send you to kill me?"

After he finished speaking, the assassin pulled open the car door to reveal himself—the other party was clearly using the pause in his speech to determine whether he had a gun.

"Yes—may you rest in peace."

The assassin's voice was dry and hoarse, a voice Wang Tianfeng had never heard before. But at that moment, Wang Tianfeng's face was full of mockery, because one of his hands was pressed on a strange device.

The assassin had already placed one hand on the car door the moment he opened it.

With just a light press, this device, similar to a pressure device, will be pushed down.

The assassin hesitated to pull the trigger, but Wang Tianfeng urged him on instead:
"shot!"

The assassin remained motionless, his cold gaze filled with hesitation.

Seeing this, Wang Tianfeng said mockingly, "You guessed right! The car was loaded with... 400 pounds of explosives."

The assassin exclaimed in horror, "You're a madman!"

Wang Tianfeng remained unmoved, only looking at the assassin with a mocking yet urging gaze.

"madman!"

The assassin roared again, glanced at Wang Tianfeng with resentment, and then retreated slowly with hatred in his eyes. After creating some distance, he quickly turned around and disappeared without a trace in a few flashes.

Wang Tianfeng stared in the direction where the assassin had disappeared, his gaze dark and gloomy. The injuries on his body did not affect his rationality.

[They were definitely not assassins sent by Mao Renfeng!]

[They're underground party members!]

[Not only a member of the underground Communist Party, but also... an assassin from the Katyusha intelligence group—he must be the one who warned Yuan Nong!]

[He must be the one who made the operations department lose face by using fish!]

Who...is he?

He knows me, and not only does he know me, he must understand me! Otherwise, he wouldn't have approached me, and he wouldn't have waited for me to speak!

……

After evacuating to the designated safe location, Zhang Anping quickly tore off his clothes, changed into clothes he had prepared beforehand, and then sped off on his bicycle.

His expression slowly returned to normal, but the indignation in his eyes lingered for a while.

He miscalculated! He actually miscalculated!

He worried that Wang Tianfeng might have a way to commit suicide at home, so he went to great lengths to set the assassination point at Xinjiekou—a bustling area that is a nightmare for assassins. The numerous witnesses would make it difficult for the assassin to escape capture afterward, so unless one is determined to die together with the enemy, assassination is usually not carried out in such an environment.

He used this psychology to plan the assassination, but he never expected Wang Tianfeng to be so crazy as to plant explosives in his car!

The claim of 400 jin was made by Wang Tianfeng. Normally, as a spy, such a statement would be completely unbelievable, but Zhang Anping believed it—because if it weren't for this method of mutual destruction, Wang Tianfeng would have no reason to do it!

Four hundred pounds of explosives, detonated at an initial velocity of 7300 meters per second, would create a crater 10 meters in diameter in the center. The mortality rate within 100 meters would exceed 90%, even with various buildings nearby...

This is Wang Tianfeng's biggest advantage!
Zhang Anping didn't notice it at first, but after the car was stopped by the impact, his keen sense of smell allowed him to faintly smell bitter almonds. The smell became even stronger after he opened the car door. What really alerted him was that during the window of opportunity when he opened the car door to retaliate, Wang Tianfeng did not fight back.

Normally speaking, given Wang Tianfeng's personality, how could he possibly willingly wait to die?

What's more, he noticed that Wang Tianfeng had placed his hand on that strange device—sure enough, it was a detonator, a detonator to detonate four hundred pounds of explosives!
Under these circumstances, how could Zhang Anping bring himself to kill?
He could only continue acting.

Although I admit I was an assassin sent by Mao Renfeng, Wang Tianfeng will absolutely not believe me!

[Should we continue the assassinations... or stop here?]

As Zhang Anping sped along, he struggled to make a decision.

He had ways to carry out a second and third assassination attempt; he believed he could eventually kill Wang Tianfeng. But given Wang Tianfeng's personality, he feared Wang Tianfeng would use his own life to lure him out! (End of Chapter)