Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

The body, covered with a white sheet, was placed in a ward. Zhang Anping, having finished dealing with the aftermath, stayed quietly in the next ward, cooperating with Wang Tianfeng's next "performance".

Who is the target he suspects?

This question has been troubling Zhang Anping: if he didn't have the identity of "Zhang Shihou" and only had the identity of an underground party member as an assassin, then what should "I" do after the news of Wang Tianfeng's death came out?
A master marksman with terrifying marksmanship, when face-to-face with a wounded assassin, might not be able to determine whether the wound is fatal.

Would Wang Tianfeng not have thought of this?

Even so, he still "died"—why?
Because of the person you suspect?
If so, who is he suspecting?

Will he suspect me?
Zhang Anping couldn't give himself a satisfactory answer—he was inclined to believe that Wang Tianfeng wouldn't suspect him, but he also couldn't bear Wang Tianfeng's suspicion!
If it were anyone else, Zhang Anping would calmly watch their performance, but he wouldn't dare do that in front of Wang Tianfeng.

He never considered himself particularly important—too many predecessors had fallen on the arduous road to the founding of New China, and Zhang Anping was insignificant.

However, his current identity, and the network "enveloping" him in, makes him have to cherish his life.

Let's take it one step at a time... and see what happens!

Zhang Anping sighed slightly, deeply regretting his decision not to use poison. If he had used poison, even if he couldn't assassinate Wang Tianfeng on the spot, the chances of saving him would have been much smaller if he had been shot.

Amidst his self-reproach, he heard hurried footsteps. Matching the footsteps with those of someone he remembered, Zhang Anping's eyes lit up with curiosity:

Mao Renfeng, what are you doing here all this time?
Shouldn't he be in the attendant's room?

Thinking of this, Zhang Anping slowly walked to the eavesdropping device next to him.

The sound of a door opening was followed by footsteps; judging by the distance, they must have reached the bed where the body lay.

"Brother Tianfeng, I never expected...this would happen!"

"Although I was furious with you, I never imagined that we would be separated by death. Fate is truly cruel!"

Listening to the sounds coming from the eavesdropping device, Zhang Anping looked puzzled. Old Mao had become smarter and wasn't letting anything slip!
The audio from the eavesdropping device continued.

Who is in charge of solving the case?

"Director, it's Deputy Director Zhang."

"It's that bastard Zhang Anping... With him on the case, Brother Tianfeng's revenge will surely be avenged—Brother Tianfeng, after that bastard Zhang avenges you, I'll definitely bring you a bottle of wine to console you!"

Listening to Mao Renfeng's rambling, Zhang Anping's lips curled slightly. "Well done, Mao. You've learned to scold me 'to my face' now. You've made something of yourself!"
Even with his eyes closed, he could guess that Mao Renfeng suspected there was a bugging device, or even that he himself was squatting behind it, which was why he was deliberately cursing.

Zhang Anping didn't care about being scolded a couple of times; he was more curious whether Mao Renfeng would lift the white cloth.

He orchestrated this whole affair, adding it himself. Ostensibly, it was to confirm whether anyone had come to check if Wang Tianfeng was truly dead, but in reality, it was a performance meant for Wang Tianfeng's benefit.

It's highly unlikely that Wang Tianfeng can be eliminated now. Although Wang Tianfeng, who faked his death, didn't become invisible to him, in a sense, he did become invisible to him. In addition, with the protection of the special operations team, Zhang Anping can't take action again, so he can only try his best to clear himself of any suspicion.

It is perfectly reasonable for him to sing this play.

However, if Mao Zedong had been "foolish" enough to remove the white sheet covering the corpse, he might have stirred things up a bit.

While Zhang Anping waited patiently, Mao Renfeng continued his rambling "singing" of his own opera. After he finally finished and paused for a few seconds, someone next to him spoke up:
"Director, don't reveal it, it's bad luck."

"Bullshit, this is my brother Tianfeng. Although he has many misunderstandings about me, what's wrong with me seeing him one last time?"

Pretty!

Zhang Anping, who was eavesdropping, smiled and said, "Good job, Mao! You're really on the right track!"

The next second, Zhang Anping walked out of the ward and went straight to the room where the body was kept.

At this moment, Mao Renfeng held one hand open to the white cloth, while the other hand was twisted and rested on the corpse, as if time had been frozen.

There was indeed a corpse under the white sheet, but it was definitely not Wang Tianfeng's corpse!
In other words, Mao Renfeng cried at the wrong grave, no, he pinched the wrong person—the twisting motion just now had a bit of a loser feel to it, but it was Mao Renfeng's real venting.

He truly hated Wang Tianfeng!

Based on what Wang Tianfeng said in cell number 7, even if Mao Renfeng were now a proper bureau chief, he would still be nothing but a fool. How could he not hate him?

Despite his intense hatred, Mao Renfeng still had to affectionately call him "brother." This act, so resentful, was quite pathetic—even a loser wouldn't do something like that.

But now, after all that acting, the result is... the corpse is not right?
Mao Renfeng's first reaction was: Damn, did we go to the wrong place?
The next second, a cold, eerie voice came from behind:

“Director Mao, three groups of people have already come, and you are the fourth group—but you are the only one who lifts the white cloth.”

"So, you want to confirm whether Old Wang is... dead or not?"

Grass!
Grass for ten thousand horses!
Mao Renfeng was shocked. She suppressed the urge to quickly pull her hand back and concealed the movement by turning around.

"Anping, I didn't do it!"

Zhang Anping pretended not to see Mao Renfeng's deliberate attempt to hide his actions. He didn't even intend to reveal this action—he was only trying to muddy the waters, and if he revealed Mao Renfeng's action, wouldn't that be indirectly proving Mao Renfeng's innocence?

He stared coldly at Mao Renfeng, but anyone could see the suppressed, terrifying rage in Zhang Anping's eyes.

"Although I hate Brother Tianfeng, I haven't gone to such lengths!"

"Besides, I've been swamped with all sorts of things these past few days—oh right, look, this is the report I submitted to the Attendant's Office requesting credit; I haven't touched a single bit of Tianfeng's contribution!"

Mao Renfeng defended himself, saying he was genuinely worried that Zhang Anping might act impulsively outside the rules.

After listening calmly to Mao Renfeng's explanation, Zhang Anping chose to turn around and leave without hesitation.

Seeing Zhang Anping leave resolutely, Mao Renfeng felt a toothache. She thought to herself that she would probably have to strengthen security during this period. If that bastard got carried away, she would be finished!
Seeing Zhang Anping leave like that, the secretary who had come in with Mao Renfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself that Commander Zhang had believed the bureau chief's words.

Seeing that Mao Renfeng's expression was still uncertain, the secretary asked in a low voice, "Director, is this Section Chief Wang... not dead?"

"how could I know!"

After giving her secretary a curt reply, Mao Renfeng glanced at the corpse with a disgruntled expression and said angrily:
"go!"

……

Zhang Anping continued to stay in the next ward, playing the role of someone who muddied the waters.

Around 10 o'clock, Zheng Yi came in.

"Chief Qu, the reconstruction of the crime scene is complete. Would you like to go and take a look?"

Zhang Anping glanced at his watch: "Is it that slow?"

Zheng Yi replied, "Previously, the Operations Department and the Intelligence Department asked people from the police station to reconstruct the scene. After Director Shen arrived, because he did not trust the results, he had someone redo it."

"I understand—have Guo Qiyun come and keep an eye on this place. You stay here to assist. If anyone tries to lift the shroud, no matter what their purpose is, take them down immediately!"

After arranging for Zheng Yi to stay behind, Zhang Anping planned to go to Xinjiekou. Zheng Yi had no objection to this arrangement.

Previously, Zhang Anping had personally staked out this place. Whoever he wanted to capture would have to become a quail. But if it were just Guo Qiyun, the person being captured would likely cause trouble under some pretext. Zheng Yi, on the other hand, represents Zhang Anping's will. Once she appears, the person being captured will have no choice but to obediently surrender.

However, Zheng Yi was still worried about Zhang Anping's safety, especially given the assassination attempt on Wang Tianfeng. Therefore, he said, "Chief Qu, have the special operations team on standby outside the hospital and have them accompany you there?"

"Ah."

Zhang Anping did not refute.

He then proceeded to Xinjiekou under the protection of the special forces.

The special operations team has never been large. Its peak size was probably at the beginning of its formation, and it has maintained a size of about twenty people ever since.

In the past, most members of the special operations team were non-commissioned officers, and the commander was a captain.

After the war ended, amidst the downsizing and reorganization of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Zhang Anping allocated limited resources to promote all members of the Special Operations Team to officers. After the team returned to Nanjing, the former captain was promoted to major and transferred to the Northeast, while Cai Jierong, an elite operative from the Shanghai area, was promoted to lieutenant colonel and took command of the Special Operations Team.

A unit of just over twenty people inexplicably became a special department of considerable rank within the Bureau of Secrecy.

However, the promotion of the special operations team ended there, and no more support personnel were added. Instead, they shared a logistics support system with the operations department—Zhang Anping worried that if things continued, the special operations team would become the Security Bureau's version of ISA or GRU. In fact, Zhang Anping had always had a headache with the special operations team.

The loyalty of this force is beyond question, and all of their loyalty is devoted to themselves.

However, it was precisely because of this loyalty that the Special Operations Team was the only force in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics that could not be infiltrated by the organization. Although Zhang Anping was confident that he would not let the Special Operations Team become a dagger to stab his comrades, this kind of fickle loyalty always made him uneasy. In the end, after much thought, he chose to promote the team and transferred Cai Jierong, who had been stained red, to the position of captain.

At least it provides an extra layer of protection.

On the way to Xinjiekou, Zhang Anping instructed Cai Jierong:
"You will stay at the hospital to protect Director Wang during this period. After you are discharged, you will be responsible for following Director Wang's orders."

Cai Jierong was completely dumbfounded. "Protect Director Wang" and "follow Director Wang's orders"—the only person in the bureau headquarters who could be called Director Wang was Wang Tianfeng. Although he was no longer the director, almost everyone still called him Director.

But Wang Tianfeng is dead, isn't he?
Fake death? !
Cai Jierong responded with a shocked expression, but inwardly he was thinking to himself:
Another fake death – what's he trying to do?
Zhang Anping said no more and pretended to sleep the whole way.

Xinjiekou.

Shortly after the assassination, the area was sealed off by the police. Subsequently, the Security Bureau took over the area and deployed troops directly from the Garrison Command to completely surround it.

The assassination of Wang Tianfeng was a devastating blow to the agents of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. Their first reaction upon arriving at the scene was:
This lawless scoundrel must be arrested!
Upon arriving at the scene and conducting an investigation, these spies nearly died of fright.

Four hundred pounds of explosives were taken out of the car and piled up. Any agent of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics would break out in a cold sweat upon seeing this pile of explosives—they all worked at the headquarters of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and Wang Tianfeng's car was parked at the headquarters!
Family members, what's it like to sit on 400 pounds of explosives all day?
My family doesn't understand! I was just going to work, who would have thought there was a car loaded with 400 pounds of explosives parked next to me?!

This explosion will wipe out the entire Secret Service.
This bombing wiped out a third of the core intelligence force of the Nationalist government!
The experts brought in from the police station, after reconstructing the scene for the first time, thought it was unbelievable that Wang Tianfeng could make it to the hospital alive. From any perspective, it was too abnormal for such a highly professional killer to leave a survivor.

They only realized what was happening when they saw the pile of explosives, and then they were completely stunned.

I've seen madmen, but I've never seen a madman this crazy!

Shen Zui, who had flown in from out of town and taken over the on-site command, was stunned when he saw the pile of explosives. He really couldn't understand how Wang Tianfeng could have come up with this idea.

Although this thing is stable and will not explode without a detonator, it is still inside a car. What if it meets the condition of a confined space and explodes after burning?
(To answer a question: 1.654 is denser than water, so 400 kg wouldn't fill a car. Removing the rear seats and adding the trunk would generally allow it to fit.)
At this moment, Shen Zui was deep in thought as he looked through the four versions of the crime scene reconstruction report in his hand.

The four restored versions differ only slightly in some details. Regardless of these differences, all four versions prove one thing:

The killer was an extremely "magical" person.

"A master fish-throwing expert?"

Shen Zui made a similar judgment to Wang Tianfeng. Although there was no evidence to suggest it was the same person, he intuitively believed that the assassin was the one who had humiliated the Action Department in Chongqing.

However, there were very few traces at the scene. Even though the killer's movements were confirmed through a large number of eyewitnesses, all traces were lost at the Ban Duck Shop. Although an artist drew a portrait of the killer, Shen was convinced that it was a disguised image—and according to the portrait, he could not see a single familiar trace.

Why did he want to assassinate Old Wang?

"And Old Wang, he seemed to realize that he would attract assassination attempts..."

Shen muttered to himself, most puzzled.

At that moment, a voice behind him answered his self-talk:

"There are two possibilities: either his investigation is getting close to the truth, or someone is desperate and resorting to desperate measures."

Either he did something that made some people's murderous intent impossible to suppress.

Shen Zui was startled and quickly turned around:

"Seat!"

Even though he knew that Mao Renfeng was now a proper bureau chief, Shen Zui still preferred to call Zhang Anping "bureau chief"—he would rather call Zhang Anping "district chief," but unfortunately he wasn't qualified.

"Tell me... what's going on with this pile of explosives?" Zhang Anping stared in astonishment at the pile of explosives not far away.

“It was taken from Lao Wang…” Shen Zui paused, then continued, “It was taken from his car.”

He didn't know that Wang Tianfeng had faked his death.

Zhang Anping was utterly shocked. He asked Shen Zui to explain. After Shen Zui finished speaking, Zhang Anping's expression became very strange, alternating between red and green, showing a mixture of anger, rage, and speechlessness.

It took him a while to calm down before he continued, "Tell me about the assassination."

"Chief, please come with me—"

Shen Zui asked Zhang Anping to come with him, and they walked to the duck shop within the sealed-off area, where he began to recount the killer's trail.

"He first bought some roast duck here to take away, and then stopped here for a while—because someone was arguing, and he seemed to be watching the commotion."

Zhang Anping interrupted at this moment, asking, "It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

"Yes, according to our investigation, the two people who were arguing seemed to have vanished into thin air."

Of course, they've "vanished into thin air"—the two comrades responsible for arguing fled to the train station before the assassination even began, and they're probably almost in Shanghai by now.

Shen continued walking and recounting:
"The phone in the public phone booth rang, which is when the killer left. We investigated the maintenance personnel and found that they did receive a repair order, but the maintenance personnel were abducted on the way. Someone impersonated the maintenance personnel, but we have not yet found the person who impersonated the maintenance personnel."

This can't be traced—how could Zhang Anping, with his scheme in place, possibly leave exposed comrades in Nanjing?
"The assassin continued walking along this line, and just as he brushed past Lao Wang's car, he suddenly opened fire—although Lao Wang's car was moving very slowly, only two of the eight bullets made holes in the bulletproof window, which was still beyond imagination."

Zhang Anping frowned: "Eight bullets, two bullet holes?"

"Yes—you see, just these two bullet holes."

Shen Zui led Zhang Anping to the front of the car and pointed to the bullet hole next to the driver's seat:

"Five steel-core bullets were found at the scene, one of which had bloodstains on it. It is speculated that four bullets pierced the glass one after another. Of the bullets that hit Lao Wang, three were probably ricochets that did not penetrate enough and remained in his body, while one was a penetrating wound. The pistol used by the killer was probably a targeted choice, a pistol with a very high muzzle velocity. I suspect it was a Soviet-made TT-33."

Furthermore, I suspect that one of those three bullets was poisoned; otherwise, the ricochet alone wouldn't have been enough to kill Old Wang. Since the assassin didn't poison every single bullet, it means he had already mentally rehearsed the assassination attempt—a very… terrifying opponent.”

Zhang Anping remained silent, thinking to himself that he was overthinking it.

After a long pause, he said, "The murderer was indeed very professional."

"Yes, very professional—we've simulated assassinations at close to medium range using sniper rifles, even with armor-piercing rounds. But with the assassin only having two or three chances to fire, success is almost impossible. Close-range assassination is actually the best option."

Zhang Anping thought to himself, "Nonsense. A sniper rifle with armor-piercing rounds can penetrate the high-strength bulletproof glass on the front of a car at close to medium range. However, the bullet will deflect due to the glass. He wasn't confident that he could even calculate the deflection. As for the next three shots, he wouldn't be able to see Wang Tianfeng's position clearly because the car glass was full of cracks, and it would all depend on luck."

"Let's simulate an assassination—I'll see if I can get two bullet holes in eight shots!"

Zhang Anping's sudden words excited Shen Zui. As everyone knows, although Zhang Anping's fist and foot skills are poor, his marksmanship is superb. There are rumors that Zhang Anping's marksmanship is the best in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

It's worth noting that even now, the veteran members of the special operations team still refer to Zhang Anping as "Instructor"!
The members of the special operations team were all trained by Zhang Anping.

Shen was naturally excited to have the opportunity to witness Zhang Anping's marksmanship.

The simulation begins.

With the car stationary, at a distance of two meters, Zhang Anping, who was walking but then stopped and started shooting, could achieve two bullet holes in four out of five shots out of eight. The elite marksmen of the special operations team could also achieve one in three shots.

But once the car is pushed, Zhang Anping is completely unable to do it.

It's even less likely that the special operations team would have skilled marksmen.

After the simulation ended, Zhang Anping said:
"If I maintain my shooting touch, I should be able to do this too."

He was referring to achieving two bullet holes in eight shots while the car was moving.

Shen understood why Zhang Anping said that: excellent marksmen need to maintain constant firearms training, but Zhang Anping, due to his high position, could no longer meet this requirement.

Of course, the truth is that Zhang Anping is a cheat code; he can complete shooting training in the system space every day to maintain his gun skills.

"Let's focus on marksmanship and physical skills as our breakthrough points—"

Zhang Anping said coldly, "I refuse to believe that such an excellent gunman, with such remarkable skills, could remain just an ordinary person forever!"

Shen Zui nodded in agreement, offering no further interpretation of Zhang Anping's actions. (End of Chapter)