Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

night.

The bedroom was pitch black, but Zhang Anping, who should have been asleep, was sitting in a chair in his pajamas. The darkness enveloped the bedroom, but it could not hide his bright eyes.

He was going through the plan over and over again.

He was never the type to take a beating without fighting back, but Wang Tianfeng repeatedly cornered him. So, Zhang Anping's other plan to deal with this crisis was to take the opportunity to "hold down" Wang Tianfeng.

Let him stop causing trouble for himself for at least the next period of time, until he is the one to ignite the flame.

Another very important point is that although Mao Renfeng has taken the bait this time, we must not let Wang Tianfeng get any leverage over Mao Renfeng. We just need to make him more suspicious of Mao Renfeng.

When it's time for him to ignite the fire, Wang Tianfeng can then freely utilize these accumulated combustible materials.

Zhang Anping's plan seems simple, but don't forget that this scheme has to be implemented through the calculations of a group of intelligent people; the real difficulty lies in its execution.

The slightest oversight can cause all the planning to fail completely.

That's why Zhang Anping had to be extremely cautious.

Time flowed by, sometimes swiftly, sometimes slowly, as he repeatedly deduced it. A ray of moonlight tore through the cover of dark clouds and shone into the room. By the moonlight, Zhang Anping glanced at the clock on the table and was slightly taken aback when he saw the time.

Fellow villager, it's time to take action!

……

The villagers acted sooner than Zhang Anping had imagined!
At the secret outpost named "Ding Yi" by Zhang Anping, a one-sided massacre was completed twenty minutes ago.

It was indeed a fierce battle, but it lasted less than a minute. In that minute, seven agents from the Military Intelligence Bureau fell in the courtyard or inside the house.

All the bodies had two bullet holes—one in the head and one in the chest. It was as if the perpetrator had obsessive-compulsive disorder; the bullet holes on the seven bodies were almost identical in point of impact.

When Wang Tianfeng arrived, the police officers had already reached the scene. Faced with a battlefield that was clearly the work of a highly professional and skilled individual, the police officers were sweating profusely and inwardly groaning:

If you get caught up in something like this, your life might not be safe!

Fortunately, four survivors were found at the scene. Two of them, who were tied up, appeared to be prisoners. After learning from these two that this was a secret outpost of the Security Bureau, the police officers suddenly breathed a sigh of relief—since it was a secret outpost of the Security Bureau, it had nothing to do with them.

As for the other two survivors, they seemed to have gone mad, holding guns and guarding the room next to the main house. When police officers went to try to call them out, the two men raised their guns and fired. If they hadn't learned from the two men that this was a secret service outpost, the police officers probably would have already notified the garrison command to send artillery over.

Police cordoned off the scene and then notified the Secret Service—but almost at the same time, two groups of people arrived.

One of them went directly to the police station's supervisor in this area:

"I am Qiu Ning, deputy director of the Intelligence Division of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. This is now in our hands."

The leader of the other group seemed unmoved by the scene, but one of his men approached the police chief and said to him:

"Go call your bureau chief, and he'll tell you what to do."

Well, we've run into infighting within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics!

The police station supervisor was clever; he decisively chose to report to his superiors, who told him to hand the scene over to someone surnamed Wang. After confirming that the other group of secret agents was surnamed Wang, the police station carried out the handover and then hurriedly ran away.

This place feels so eerie; the police are all terrified that some super expert will suddenly appear and take them down!

Once the police left, Qiu Ning walked up to Wang Tianfeng and said, neither servile nor arrogant:

"Director Wang, since this is a stronghold of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, it is only right that we take over."

Wang Tianfeng merely glanced at Qiu Ning, then left her aside and strode into the courtyard. Qiu Ning tried to follow, but Wang Tianfeng's men drew their guns without hesitation.

Qiu Ning waved his hand, stopping his men from drawing their guns and confronting him, and waited silently.

How many people does Wang Tianfeng have under his command?
Behind Qiu Ning is the entire Mao faction!
How could we let such a great opportunity slip by!

Wang Tianfeng's face was clouded with gloom as he entered the courtyard. Perhaps it was because Wang Tianfeng's appearance frightened the two people who were "holding their ground" in the side room that they finally came out in fear.

Upon seeing the two, Wang Tianfeng's gaze lingered on one of their faces for a few seconds.

The reason he chose this person from the list provided by the police station was because this person had once faced multiple Wang Jingwei's secret agents alone during the War of Resistance against Japan, fighting fiercely for a long time without changing his expression, and managed to fight his way out of the encirclement.

But right now, this person is so frightened that he's almost lost his mind.

So, is it him?
The image of that face he had never seen before flashed into his mind, and the memory of that indifferent gaze caused the gloom on Wang Tianfeng's face to dissipate.

If this person was responsible, then it's... quite reasonable.

"Tell me the details."

Wang Tianfeng's tone revealed no emotion.

The two surviving former agents recounted their experiences in trembling voices. Although there were many contradictions in their accounts, Wang Tianfeng was able to reconstruct the course of the battle in his mind based on the distribution of the corpses at the scene:

The man "floated" down from the thorn-covered wall, and before he even landed, he had already taken care of the sentries who were positioned in a horn-like formation in the yard.

The gunshot immediately alerted the others, and when they saw the gunman standing brazenly in the yard, they did not hesitate to return fire—but the result was that he was killed the moment he showed his face!
All three of them were instantly killed the moment they showed their faces!

In just a few seconds, he killed three people, and the other four were too scared to move. This person then brazenly entered the two rooms where the Xi family father and son were being held—perhaps he used a feint, or perhaps some other method. In any case, the two guards in the two rooms were also easily killed.

Wang Tianfeng picked up a bullet casing from the ground, examined it for a while, and then slowly put it into his pocket.

Soviet-made 7.62x25mm pistol ammunition!
He was assassinated that time, and the attacker used a TT-33. The spent cartridge in his hand was a TT-33 pistol cartridge!

Leaving behind his two still trembling subordinates, Wang Tianfeng entered the room where Lao Xi was being held. Seeing Lao Xi's characteristic merchant's obsequious smile, Wang Tianfeng suddenly asked:
"He must have come to rescue you and your son, right?"

"No, no, that's not it," Old Xi stammered, somewhat incoherently.

“Director Wang, you’ve misunderstood. That thug just glanced at me and asked where Mr. Cai was. I said he wasn’t here, and then he left.”

If what Lao Xi said is true, then this person isn't a member of the underground Communist Party?!

Do not!
After Wang Tianfeng turned and left, his expression grew even colder. The other party was definitely an underground party member, and they were indeed after Cai Xiaoqiang. There was only one possibility for why they didn't save the Xi family father and son:
They knew Zhang Anping's character very well and were certain that Zhang Anping could not possibly eliminate the two men who did not actually collude with the Communists!
How did they pinpoint this location?!

This is one of his three newly established secret strongholds. Only he knew about it before it was put into use, and he himself had never been here during the activation process. So how did the other party find this place in such a short time?
Wang Tianfeng narrowed his eyes. There was only one possibility: someone had obtained the bill he had given to Zhang Anping and investigated it—but unless it was an extremely coincidental coincidence, it was impossible to complete this task in just one or two days.

Sure enough it was them!
Their eyes have been on me the whole time. If it weren't for the secret cooperation with the police station, my every move would probably have been watched by them!

Wang Tianfeng took a deep breath and looked towards the door.

Isn't Qiu Ning's appearance a bit too coincidental?
Even if the police notified the Security Bureau, how was Qiu Ning, the deputy director, able to arrive in just over ten minutes?
Is he calling for someone right now?
……

Zhang family.

The shrill ringing of the telephone shattered the peace of the house.

Wu Ma answered the phone, still half asleep.

Upon hearing that it was from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and that it was urgent, she didn't dare to delay and quickly knocked on the door of Zhang Anping and his wife. Zhang Anping responded and came out about ten seconds later.

While tidying Zhang Anping's pajamas, Wu Ma said, "It's a call from the bureau. They said it's urgent."

Zhang Anping gestured to Wu Ma to notify the guards stationed there, while he went to the living room to pick up the phone.

"it's me."

The voice of a member of Zhang's faction came from the other end of the phone:
“Chief, the police station called earlier, saying that our secret hideout on Ninghai Road was attacked and many people died—I checked the bureau’s information on secret hideouts, and we don’t have a hideout on Ninghai Road.”

"But Qiu Ning from the intelligence department had already led people there before. The intelligence department had also withdrawn all the on-duty personnel, so they must have gone to Ninghai Road."

The reporting cadres followed the principles of reporting and did not include any personal subjective assumptions in their reports.

"Ninghai Road? What's the exact number? I'll go check."

After hanging up the phone, a smile flickered across Zhang Anping's lips. "Old Wang, are you surprised or not?"
……

The consequence of strictly adhering to the rules was that in a midnight emergency, Zhang Anping seemed to have no other option but to call the bureau to request a vehicle.

But spies always break the rules.

Zhang Anping instructed his guards to take guns to a neighbor's house to borrow a car, and told them to be polite—and a car was "borrowed" in the end.

From then on, the neighbors' families dared not point fingers at the Zhang family anymore...

They sped all the way to the secret hideout on Ninghai Road.

What happened at the scene was astonishing:
Wang Tianfeng stood outside expressionlessly, followed by a group of former special agents, while intelligence agents, ostensibly there to accompany him, were actually there to guard him. Inside the stronghold, however, were busy intelligence agents and members of the technical department.

As the car stopped, Zhang Anping got out expressionlessly. The intelligence agents who were "accompanying" Wang Tianfeng immediately shuddered. They put away the weapons they were playing with without hesitation and took several steps back guiltily. Some even blended into the darkness, as if afraid of being seen by Zhang Anping.

Zhang Anping strode over to Wang Tianfeng, but his gaze lingered on the group of "spies" surrounding Wang Tianfeng. When they greeted him as Commander Zhang, Zhang Anping didn't even respond, but simply turned his gaze back to Wang Tianfeng.

"what happened?"

The voice was unreadable, but Wang Tianfeng detected dissatisfaction—perhaps directed at the "spies" around him.

It was obvious that Zhang Anping recognized these people.

Wang Tianfeng remained calm as always: "He did it."

As he spoke, he took a spent cartridge from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Anping. Zhang Anping took it and immediately understood, his gaze becoming deep as he said:
"What are the casualties?" "Seven dead."

“Seven…” Zhang Anping paused, “Submit a report and arrange for compensation according to the standards for current employees of the bureau.”

After saying that, Zhang Anping turned and walked into the secret hideout, which suddenly became deathly silent. The agents at the door instinctively stood tall and proud—as for Qiu Ning's explanation that he had blocked anyone, they threw it aside without hesitation at this moment.

They'd dare stop even the King of Heaven himself, but not Commander Zhang...

Only the technical staff who had been summoned were still busy in the courtyard. Some greeted Zhang Anping when they saw him, and then went back to work. But the members of the intelligence department all turned into "javelin," not daring to move, each calling out to their deputy director in their hearts.

Until Qiu Ning, who was interrogating Lao Xi, appeared in a panic.

Suppressing his unease, Qiu Ning jogged over to Zhang Anping and reported, "Director Zhang, Xi Yunwei and his son are being held here."

Zhang Anping remained noncommittal, simply saying indifferently:
"The intelligence officers should leave; someone will clean up here."

Logically, Qiu Ning should have known better than to leave at this point, but he still forced himself to say:
"Director Zhang, this isn't one of our registered secret hideouts, and the Xi family father and son are being held here. I suspect it's because..."

"I said, people from the intelligence department, evacuate."

Zhang Anping repeated the sentence, and Qiu Ning's scalp tingled even more—he knew very well Zhang Anping's prestige. Even though the people here were all his loyal followers, if Zhang Anping really gave the order, these people would definitely tie him up without hesitation.

With Mao Renfeng absent, he truly had absolutely no say in Zhang Anping's presence.

If Mao Renfeng were here—Qiu Ning thought to himself, even if he were here, the intelligence department would probably have to evacuate…

In terms of action, Mao Renfeng also had no say in Zhang Anping's affairs.

He could only feign reluctance, wave his hand, and lead the intelligence team away, while the technical team remained on site to work.

Squatting in front of the corpses, Zhang Anping examined them one by one, thinking to himself that this guy was reliable and had learned the ropes quite well. However, he still felt a little sad, as these people must have been carefully selected by Wang Tianfeng, and each of them had shed blood during the War of Resistance against Japan.

Pity.

Wang Tianfeng appeared behind Zhang Anping without anyone noticing.

After finishing his examination of the body, Zhang Anping didn't turn around, and said in a cold but murderous tone:
"This matter cannot be left unresolved—"

Wang Tianfeng nodded slightly. Of course, this matter wouldn't be left like this.

"I want to know what cards you have in your hand that would make them take such a big risk to play this card!"

Zhang Anping suddenly turned around and glared at Wang Tianfeng: "That slap landed right on my face!"

Wang Tianfeng lowered his head involuntarily. He knew that the previous approach couldn't be used now, so he whispered:

"Let's go to that room over there."

The two entered the side room, where guards stood a few meters away, providing them with enough privacy. Only then did Wang Tianfeng begin his story.

During the last underground propaganda campaign, Wang Tianfeng identified several suspicious individuals through his undercover agents who had been recruited. After secretly monitoring them, his attention was finally focused on Cai Xiaoqiang.

Cai Xiaoqiang is a gambler!
After discovering during surveillance that Cai Xiaoqiang had this unknown hobby, Wang Tianfeng did not arrest him, but instead made secret contact with him.

Just as he expected, after several contacts, even after Wang Tianfeng revealed his identity, Cai Xiaoqiang did not warn his organization. Instead, he provided Wang Tianfeng with some intelligence.

A deep, unyielding seriousness appeared on Wang Tianfeng's face:

He said that the Nanjing underground party received relevant intelligence when the strategy of "digging out the heart" was first formulated.

Zhang Anping's instinctive rebuttal:

"This is impossible!"

"The strategy of 'digging out the heart' is characterized by its element of surprise, from its initial implementation to its conclusion..."

His tone suddenly softened, and then he abruptly stopped.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Anping murmured:

"How...how do we investigate this?"

Who were involved in the "heart-digging strategy" from its inception to its formulation?

Even the lowest of the low could ignore him, the deputy director of the Security Bureau.

Zhang Anping's gaze sharpened as he stared intently at Wang Tianfeng:
"Does he have any relevant leads? Could he help us identify the suspect?!"

"Correct."

Wang Tianfeng's answer was resolute. Cai Xiaoqiang provided a way to verify it, and Wang Tianfeng also verified it, confirming that the CCP was indeed aware of it—the "heart-digging strategy" was not a surprise; they had been prepared for it for a long time!
Seeing Wang Tianfeng's certain answer, Zhang Anping immediately asked, "Are you negotiating terms?"

"He wanted gold, $10,000, and three tickets to the United States, along with the necessary paperwork."

"Foolish! Why won't you agree to this condition?" Zhang Anping said without hesitation, "Give it to him! I'll pay for it!"

Faced with Zhang Anping's magnanimity, Wang Tianfeng gave an irrelevant answer:
"This secret base is unknown even to you, but they do."

Zhang Anping was stunned for less than a second before he reacted, took a deep breath and said, "If we don't go through the bureau's accounts, how about this, I'll have someone find the section chief and have him pay for it first."

"Even doubling or tenfold, it's no problem!"

Zhang Anping's killing intent was now exceptionally strong: "As long as this mole is caught, I don't care what the cost is!"

"Then you should meet him—he needs your assurance. With your assurance, he shouldn't insist on discussing information only after boarding the ship."

Wang Tianfeng was certain that as long as Zhang Anping guaranteed it, Cai Xiaoqiang would definitely not insist on giving out information after boarding the ship.

This is word of mouth!
Yes, Wang Tianfeng really didn't know that Zhang Anping's reputation was something he had deliberately created, nor did he know the methods Zhang Anping used to create that reputation.

Zhang Anping immediately stood up: "Go see him right away—no, wait a minute, I'll have someone go find the section chief to get the money first."

"Wait!" Wang Tianfeng called out to Zhang Anping, looking at him and saying softly:
"Do not go through Zheng Yi."

Zhang Anping looked at Wang Tianfeng, who met his gaze without backing down.

“I will personally collect the money—Zheng Yi, I will also personally investigate.”

After speaking, Zhang Anping's gaze turned cold:
“But I don’t want this to happen again—we’re both in this line of work, and I hope you won’t keep hiding things. I don’t care if you’re unscrupulous, but I don’t want things to get out of my control time and time again!”

These were naturally Zhang Anping's warnings; Zheng Yi was just a pretext, the real target being Wang Tianfeng's "collusion" with the police station.

At the same time, it was also a warning to Wang Tianfeng about his dissatisfaction—since you suspect Zheng Yi, why didn't you tell me?
Wang Tianfeng gave a soft "hmm," which was taken as an agreement.

He knew very well that under normal circumstances, Zhang Anping would have been furious, but now, Zhang Anping was clearly more focused on the most crucial intelligence at hand, so he was just giving him a warning.

Zhang Anping stood up again: "I'll go find them—the two of us will go, don't bring anyone else!"

He changed his mind before he could finish speaking, clearly not wanting anyone to know that he was going to see the department head.

Wang Tianfeng naturally had no objection to this.

After giving his instructions, Wang Tianfeng personally drove Zhang Anping straight to the director's residence. Little did he know that when his car stopped, someone in the darkness gasped in astonishment.

"Holy crap, how did this guy plan this out? He actually showed up!"

After glancing at the watch that had been snatched from the wrist of a high-ranking Japanese officer, someone muttered to himself:
"The timing is a bit ahead of schedule—wait, could it be because I started early?"

"Hiss—this won't ruin his plans, will it?"

At this time, Wang Tianfeng and Zhang Anping had already entered the director's residence.

The sleepy section chief saw Zhang Anping, who had come to visit at four in the morning, and thought something serious had happened. It turned out that Zhang Anping had come to "borrow money." When he heard that he wanted 40 large yellow croakers and 20,000 US dollars, the section chief was stunned.

This money is a huge sum for others, but it's nothing to Zhang Anping, who now controls enormous wealth. Why would he bother me at four in the morning over such a small amount of money?

Trusting Zhang Anping, he didn't ask any questions and immediately ordered someone to fetch it—for him, who now controlled the National Government's holding committee, this money was just a drop in the ocean.

Because Zhang Anping requested that no one make a fuss, the process was somewhat slow, and it wasn't until dawn that his men brought the money from the vault.

Zhang Anping was about to leave with the gold and US dollars, but the section chief was not "happy" about it:

"The emperor doesn't starve his soldiers—have breakfast before you go!"

He noticed that Zhang Anping had quietly pressed his stomach a few times, clearly indicating that he was hungry. After all, he had already drunk several cups of tea while waiting, and now that Zhang Anping was leaving, he, as the section chief, naturally had to show that he valued him.

Unable to refuse the section chief's request, Zhang Anping had no choice but to stay and have breakfast with Wang Tianfeng. By the time they finished eating, it was already dawn, and there were many pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

After Zhang Anping sat in the back seat, he showed his eagerness: "Let's go see him directly!"

Wang Tianfeng naturally had no objections.

Just as Wang Tianfeng started driving, someone in another car muttered:

"The timing is perfect—tracking mode, activated!"

(Although it's only the first update, 6000 words is still quite a show of sincerity, right?) (End of Chapter)