Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

After parking his bicycle near the handover point close to his home, Zhang Anping hurried home. Not long after he left, the bicycle was ridden away.

Like the previous bicycle, this one will soon be reduced to individual parts scattered throughout Nanjing, and it's unlikely that even digging three feet into the ground wouldn't be enough to restore it.

He returned to the study through the window, where Zeng Moyi, who had been protecting Zhang Anping, greeted him. Seeing her husband's dark expression, she immediately realized the assassination attempt had failed and offered words of comfort:

"It's normal for an operation to fail; we'll try again next time."

Zhang Anping said solemnly, "I underestimated his ruthlessness. The car was filled with explosives. Even if he was killed instantly, he might detonate the explosives in the car before he died."

Zeng Moyi was shocked; the car was filled with explosives?

What kind of hellish operation is this?

The thought of her husband leaping out of hell, defying death itself, made her heart pound. She rushed forward and, without a word, tightly embraced Zhang Anping.

"Should we give up on assassinating him?"

Zhang Anping nodded slowly: "There's no chance for now."

When Wang Tianfeng was assassinated, Zhang Shihao had to react. His strongest action force had to be assigned to Wang Tianfeng as his protection force—it was the special operations team that Zhang Anping had personally trained. To assassinate Wang Tianfeng under the command of the special operations team, he would have to reveal a lot of his skills, which might even arouse the suspicion of the team members.

After much deliberation, Zhang Anping had no choice but to abandon the assassination attempt for the time being.

But abandoning the assassination attempt on Wang Tianfeng brought a host of troubles: Qingsong, Yuan Nong, the Party Affairs Bureau exchange cadre assigned to Wang Tianfeng... Just thinking about Wang Tianfeng's impending "arrogance" made Zhang Anping feel uneasy.

Seemingly sensing her husband's worry, Zeng Moyi said softly, "Things will work themselves out. Compared to other comrades who are undercover, our situation is already good enough. Don't be too hard on yourself."

"Don't worry, I won't lose my composure. This matter won't affect me—next..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a rhythmic knocking on the study door; it was the guard on duty.

Zhang Anping gestured for Zeng Moyi to open the door, while he sat at his desk with a gloomy face.

The door opened, and the guard strode in with a grim expression.

"Director, something's happened—Director Wang has been assassinated."

"what?"

Zhang Anping suddenly sat up, his eyes filled with gloom and worry: "How is he?"

"His condition is currently unknown, and he has been sent to the nearest city hospital."

Zhang Anping strode out: "To the city hospital!"

"I've already called Lao Huang, and he's on his way."

"Don't wait for Lao Huang, just borrow a car nearby!"

The guard hesitated, "Director, Director Wang has just been assassinated. Going out like this might be..."

"He's coming for me! He couldn't possibly have predicted I'd borrow a car, could he?! Go borrow a car! Get to the hospital right now!"

……

When Wang Tianfeng was assassinated, Mao Renfeng was on his way to the attendant's room to give a work report—according to his agreement with Zhang Anping, this work report was actually to recommend Wang Tianfeng for credit.

However, Mao Renfeng changed his mind, or rather, he felt that there was no longer any need to abide by the so-called agreement.

Mao Renfeng, now the legitimate director of the Bureau of Secrecy (without the word "acting"), is it really necessary for him to abide by the so-called humiliating treaty?
Others might have been able to retaliate by killing innocent people and claiming credit, but it's not so easy to retaliate against Zhang Anping—Wang Tianfeng was the one who arrested the people, and Mao Renfeng was the one who finished the job. If you want to retaliate, you should first sacrifice Wang Tianfeng!
The most crucial point is that Zhang Anping previously had the ability and confidence to overturn the table, but times have changed. Now, if Zhang Anping were to overturn the table, regardless of his reasons, the chief of staff would only perceive one thing:
This little guy is throwing a tantrum because he thinks he can't become the director. How ridiculous!

In this situation, Mao Renfeng was actually hoping that Zhang Anping would overturn the table—even if it exposed the fact that he was impersonating an underground party member, Mao Renfeng would not get any credit, but Zhang Anping's standing in the eyes of the chief of staff would definitely plummet.

Why didn't you say so sooner? Why did you wait until I promoted Mao Renfeng to bureau chief before you told me? Were you deliberately trying to cause trouble and vent your dissatisfaction?
Do you think the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics belongs to you, and that it's unacceptable for anyone else to take control?

Once these extremely negative impressions take root, they can never be erased.

Once he loses the trust of the chief attendant, Zhang Anping's so-called confidence will be nothing but a complete joke!
It was precisely because of this consideration that Mao Renfeng decided to set aside the so-called agreement and this time he asked for credit and put all the credit on his own people. When the Mao faction was suppressed by Zhang Anping, how many people chose to betray him?
Those who remain are all loyal to Mao Renfeng. It would be a disservice to their loyalty not to give them such great credit!
It's a pity that all the Ming brothers are in the Northeast; otherwise, even if Ming Lou couldn't share some of the credit, it would be good if Ming Tai did.

Giving Mingtai a share of the credit was naturally intended to annoy Zhang Anping, but unfortunately Mingtai was also on a business trip to the Northeast, which was really unfortunate.

Just as Mei Mei was pondering this, someone from the attendant's office came to the waiting room. Mao Renfeng hurriedly stood up, thinking it was her turn to see the chief attendant.

Unexpectedly, the other person walked up to him and whispered:

"Director Mao, the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics just called—Your bureau cadre Wang Tianfeng has been assassinated. He has been sent to the hospital and his condition is unknown."

Is Wang Tianfeng about to kick the bucket?!

Mao Renfeng suppressed his overwhelming joy, thinking to himself, "Thank God! It's better that he's dead!"

But then it dawned on me, oh no, this is coming for me!

He did indeed harbor murderous intent towards Wang Tianfeng, and had even considered assassinating him to vent his hatred. However, he restrained himself from doing so, realizing that he would be the prime suspect. Moreover, now that he had been promoted to the position of director, he had legitimate means to deal with Wang Tianfeng and there was no need to resort to such methods.

What would Zhang Anping, who deserves to be killed a thousand times, think?
What will other people think?
Mao Renfeng suppressed her shock and wondered what Zhang Anping would do.

Zhang Anping's protective nature is well-known. For Wang Tianfeng's sake, he directly confronted Zheng Yaoquan, ultimately forcing Zheng Yaoquan to leave the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. If Wang Tianfeng were to die this time, would Zhang Anping go crazy?

go Ape?!
The thought of this word sent a chill down Mao Renfeng's spine.

Zhang Anping controls the most elite operational forces within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics!
Not only that, he can also mobilize the traffic police headquarters and find people in the military. If this bastard goes crazy and retaliates with an assassination attempt...

Mao Renfeng felt cold all over. He had always been a persistent fighter against Zhang Anping, even when he was repeatedly defeated. If this guy hadn't lost his mind this time and tried to eliminate all dissidents, he probably wouldn't have gotten the position of bureau chief.

But outside the rules...

The thought of things outside the rules made Mao Renfeng even colder. How arrogant were the Japanese in Shanghai?
As a result, Zhang Anping managed to cause trouble time and time again right under the noses of the Japanese, and many Japanese generals had to die because of Zhang Anping.
If that bastard tries to use any tricks outside the rules, I'm afraid I won't even have the strength to defend myself!
No, we can't let this bastard go crazy!
Thinking of this, Mao Renfeng, who had originally decided to break her promise, had no choice but to change her mind with resentment—she still wanted to recommend Wang Tianfeng for credit.

[Go to the hospital immediately after you finish this. I need to make things clear with that guy surnamed Zhang, otherwise there will be big trouble later!]

……

hospital.

When Zhang Anping arrived, Wang Tianfeng was undergoing surgery, and the operating room was already full of people—all of them were agents from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

Seeing Zhang Anping rushing over, Guo Qiyun, feeling flustered and at a loss, quickly went to greet him:

"Commander Zhang."

Zhang Anping, barely suppressing his fear, asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"He was shot four times in total, and the doctor is trying to save him—they just had a blood transfusion done, so the prognosis is not good."

Zhang Anping's expression turned extremely gloomy:

"Order everyone in the bureau who meets the blood donation criteria to come to the hospital—"

"Go find someone, find the best doctor!"

"Also, ask the doctor if the bullet was poisoned? Tell the doctor to be extra careful!"

The bullets were of course not poisoned. Normally, for the sake of safety, spies would have to poison the bullets when carrying out such missions—but Zhang Anping was too confident, or rather, he had never thought he would fail, so he naturally disdained to use poison.

"It has been checked, and there is no poison."

After giving a reply, Guo Qiyun hurried off to carry out Zhang Anping's orders—with Zhang Anping's endorsement, some doctors that he couldn't invite could be invited legitimately.

Zhang Anping walked to the operating room door, waved his hand to tell the agents who were hurriedly getting up around him not to worry about him, and then stood at the operating room door with a gloomy expression, like a block of ice that had been frozen for thousands of years.

But in reality, he was intently listening to the sounds coming from inside the operating room. The power of firearms is sometimes underestimated, but sometimes it is exaggerated—as a true assassin, he had faced Wang Tianfeng, who had been shot, and he knew that Wang Tianfeng's injuries were far from life-threatening!

He used a TT-33 pistol with steel-core bullets, but the gun had strong penetrating power. None of the four shots hit vital organs, and one of the four bullets that hit Wang Tianfeng was a ricochet. It was not enough to leave Wang Tianfeng in a state of life or death!
Therefore, there is only one possibility:
Wang Tianfeng is making plans!

Sure enough, the slightest noise in the operating room didn't sound like an emergency rescue by the doctors at all!

About ten minutes later, conversations came from the operating room—the extremely low voices were caught by Zhang Anping, but he seemed oblivious, his face still grim and his whole body radiating murderous intent.

The doctor came out very quickly.

A somber expression:

"We...did our best."

Zhang Anping stormed into the operating room with a gloomy face. The doctor tried to stop him but was stopped by other agents.

After he burst into the operating room, he saw Wang Tianfeng, pale-faced, lying on the bed looking at him with a smile on his face. Around him were several trembling doctors and nurses—they were trembling because Wang Tianfeng was holding a pistol and pointing it at them.

The experience of these doctors and nurses was truly terrifying—the patient was brought in unconscious, and they performed resuscitation as usual, but unexpectedly, the patient, who should have been unconscious, suddenly woke up and pointed a dark gun at them.

No anesthesia needed!

This was at the patient's request. For the first time, they performed surgery without anesthesia and removed two bullets—two of which had caused penetrating wounds.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the patient never uttered a cry of pain; only the tattered hospital gown testified to the excruciating agony he endured.

After the surgery, the patient demanded that they announce that they were dead. Under the dark muzzle of a gun, the doctors could only submit.

It was under these circumstances that Zhang Anping entered—the trembling of the doctor and nurses was truly understandable.

After Zhang Anping entered, Wang Tianfeng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then removed the magazine from his pistol and let it fall onto the operating table.

"Sorry—I startled you all, there are no bullets in the gun."

Upon seeing this, Zhang Anping immediately said, "Thank you all for saving my life. Someone will bring you red envelopes soon; these are just a small token of our appreciation. But please keep this a secret and do not reveal that he is still alive."

"This matter is a top secret of our Security Bureau. If it is leaked..."

Zhang Anping made a threat with a cold expression, which frightened the doctors and nurses so much that they repeatedly assured him that they would not dare to.

After glaring fiercely at Wang Tianfeng, Zhang Anping turned around and went out to clean up after Wang Tianfeng.

Wang Tianfeng is dead!
The news spread immediately, and everyone in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics was shocked upon hearing it.

Wang Tianfeng is dead. That's not important. Everyone knows that. The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics has so many colonels and major generals. What's the big deal if one or two die?
However, Wang Tianfeng was Zhang Anping's close comrade-in-arms. With his death, what will happen to Zhang Anping, who has suffered a series of blows?
This is the issue that everyone is most worried about.

Just as Mao Renfeng worried—in the past, Zhang Anping always “played” within the rules, but now that Wang Tianfeng is dead, killed by assassination, what will happen to Zhang Anping?
Will he retaliate in a way that goes outside the rules?

When it comes to methods outside the rules, who in the entire Security Bureau can rival Zhang Anping?

After all that commotion, Zhang Anping hid in a hospital room under the pretext of needing some peace and quiet.

In the ward, Wang Tianfeng, who was forcing himself not to fall asleep, was also waiting for Zhang Anping to arrive.

"You bastard, what are you trying to do? Why are you pretending to be dead for no reason?!"

Seeing Wang Tianfeng's poor condition, Zhang Anping scolded him irritably, then frowned and asked, "What exactly are you trying to do? And... do you not trust these doctors and nurses? This is the first time I've ever seen a patient threaten a doctor with a gun!"

"Still a patient undergoing surgery!"

Despite Zhang Anping's reprimand, Wang Tianfeng felt a surge of warmth. He forced a smile and said:

"That's too extreme—"

"Guess who wants me dead?"

Zhang Anping's expression turned cold:

"It's him?"

Faced with Zhang Anping's murderous intent, which was almost solidifying into a tangible form, Wang Tianfeng shook his head:

"It wasn't him—it was a member of the underground Communist Party!"

Zhang Anping's expression changed drastically: "The underground Communist Party? It was them!"

"I suspect it's the Katyusha intelligence group."

Zhang Anping frowned as he looked at Wang Tianfeng, but remained silent.

He clearly disagreed with Wang Tianfeng's assessment of the Katyusha intelligence group, hence his reaction.

"Do you remember the person who warned Yuan Nong?"

"The killer was him? Did you see his face?" Zhang Anping asked urgently.

"I'm not sure, but my gut feeling tells me that he must be the killer—you haven't seen my car yet, have you? Four bullets made two holes in the bulletproof glass, and the remaining four bullets all came in through those two holes."

Wang Tianfeng's pale face was filled with solemnity as he continued:

"Although it was close-range shooting, only he could have done it to this extent, only the one who made the operations department lose face with the fish—but after I met him, I'm sure I've never seen this person before!"

Zhang Anping asked, "Didn't you say he was infiltrating the bureau headquarters?"

“Either my deduction is wrong, or…” Wang Tianfeng recalled the assassin’s appearance: “His ability to disguise himself was extremely high.”

Zhang Anping asked, "How does it compare to me?"

Wang Tianfeng recalled Zhang Anping's disguise—he had seen Zhang Anping in disguise before, but upon closer inspection, he could see familiar features. However, none of the assassin's characteristics matched his memory.

Wang Tianfeng answered by shaking his head.

"So, you want to expose him from the shadows?"

"Hmm—I think I'm getting close to the real truth, which is why they had no choice but to take action against me."

"Since you encountered him and survived, he must have been injured too, right?" Zhang Anping said coldly, "I'll go back and immediately launch a large-scale investigation!"

Wang Tianfeng shook his head: "I survived because he didn't dare to kill me—you'll find out later. Now, keep my death a secret for me. I will definitely find this person!"

Zhang Anping seemed to realize something and asked in return, "You think he's someone you know, right?"

"Perhaps it's someone who knows me well. In any case, this person must be found, otherwise the consequences will be dire!"

"I understand, Standby Team. This period is in your hands—staying alive is the most important thing, understand?"

Wang Tianfeng nodded slightly, and a warm feeling once again spread through his body.

"You should rest first. Don't worry about anything else for now. Focus on healing your injury."

Zhang Anping personally tidied up Wang Tianfeng's blanket before slowly leaving the ward.

Is it advantageous for me that he remains hidden in the shadows?

Who is the target he suspects?

How can I help Qingsong weather the upcoming crisis?

A series of questions surfaced in Zhang Anping's mind. (End of Chapter)