Kingsman Agent in Film and Television

Inside the tailor shop, a figure suddenly flew out from the broken baffle. Facing the suddenly flying figure, the spies immediately opened fire quickly. Blood flowers kept exploding in the air, and the figure hit by countless bullets fell to the ground with a bang.

An agent who saw the situation glanced at the figure and was shocked when he saw the other person's face:

"Not the target (Japanese)!"

But before he could finish his words, two figures emerged from the broken baffle and the corridor leading to the inner room. Just as the agents were about to aim at them, gunshots rang out. The agents were quickly named one by one and were all knocked to the ground in an instant.

Zhang Anping, who was watching the battle, was amazed. The shooting speed of these two people was quite good. They dealt with this wave of spy without his help. However, they were probably not professional agents, otherwise they would not have been so stupid as to run into the ambush of this wave of spy.

While he was secretly sighing, a man leaned out of the tailor shop with a gun. Zhang Anping took a look and felt suspicious - because when the other party leaned out, he was using the Wei-style shooting technique.

This way of holding the gun has the characteristics of small exposure area, fast gun positioning speed, strong stability, good directionality, strong deterrence, and rapid and continuous shooting. In the original time and space, it was invented by Americans in the late 1950s. In this time and space, he taught it in Guanwang Temple, and it has become a typical way of holding the gun by the Military Control Commission.

This action made Zhang Anping extremely suspicious. The other party had clearly appeared in Shanghai with Zhao Gang last time, which meant he was one of them. But why was he using the Wei-style gun method (now called Zhang-style gun method - hetui!)?

This means that the other party is very likely to have received training from the Military Control Commission. Thinking of this, Zhang Anping broke out in a cold sweat.

I used the fake death drug to help him and Zhao Gang "escape from prison"!

If the Military Control Commission knew about the fake death drug, it would be a big trouble.

At this moment, Zhang Anping thought of Wang Tianfeng's appearance and suddenly thought:
Will I be suspected?! Wang Tianfeng's pursuit of "Katyusha" is fake, and his secret investigation of whether he has any relationship with "Katyusha" is real?
After realizing this, Zhang Anping had the illusion of being in an ice cave.

At this time, the other party used the Wei-style gun-holding method to lean out and make sure it was safe, then adopted the push-pull gun-holding method and began to search in the crowd.

Zhang Anping guessed that the other party was looking for the comrade who threw the grenade, but at this time he had no intention of calling him.

Zheng Yingqi searched the crowd mentally, but did not find anyone to whom he had thrown the grenade, nor did he see anyone looking at him with "strange" eyes.

【gone?!】

He was a little bit unbelievable. Could this be the style of his comrades?

Or is it that the other party is unable to confirm his or her identity and chooses to be cautious?
He prefers the latter.

After realizing this, Zheng Yingqi shouted "search" to the monk. The people hiding around thought that they were going to search the crowd and immediately became nervous - if this killer came into the crowd, no one knew what would happen.

Just as the crowd was getting restless, Zhang Anping was shocked to see the two men turn around and run away without any hesitation.

Search?
Clearly running!

Zhang Anping was even more suspicious. It was obvious that these two people were not doing underground work, but their methods of saying one thing and another were so skillful. There was something wrong!

There is definitely a problem!
He didn't dare to show his head, even though the two of them had left quickly, he still didn't dare to show his head until the crowd realized that the two killers had retreated and started to move. Then he pretended to be fierce but weak and ran away like most of the frightened Green Gang thugs.

Along the way, he went to two secret bases, changed his disguise, transformed himself into a prostitute again, and came to Lao Cen's house.

This again!!
Looking at Zhang Anping in women's clothing, Old Cen was terrified.

But Zhang Anping's pretty face was serious at this time, without the usual joking. He said:
"Lao Cen, contact Sister Qian immediately, I need to investigate someone!"

"Who?"

"I don't know his name, but he came to Shanghai last July with Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the independent regiment of the 129th Brigade of the 386th Division. I need all the information about this person! Quickly!"

Cen Anyan nodded, indicating that he understood.

"One more thing. Our contact point at the tailor shop on Liuluyuan Road has been exposed. The agents of the Special High Section have arrested two comrades inside. One of them bit his tongue under torture, and the other confessed the relevant contact signal."

Zhang Anping then told Lao Cen what happened tonight. He asked Lao Cen to tell the comrades in the Municipal Party Committee not to have any contact with the two people who appeared tonight for the time being.

Lao Cen was so shocked by Zhang Anping's speculation that he immediately contacted his liaison officer Yang Kecheng after Zhang Anping left, and asked him to immediately hand over the drafted telegram to the telegraph operator, who would then send it to Yan'an.

……

The level of the No. 129 Intelligence Group was extremely high. Yan'an sent a telegram to the th Division as soon as it received the radio. After receiving the telegram from the division headquarters, the brigade headquarters immediately contacted the independent regiment, but at this time the independent regiment's headquarters had moved and could not be contacted by phone. The independent regiment did not have a radio station and could only communicate through the signalman.

After several rounds of tossing and turning, it was already the evening of the next day when the independent regiment met the communicator from the brigade headquarters.

Old Li is reciting the name of his beloved general:
"I wonder if this kid Zheng Yingqi has arrived in Shanghai—Old Zhao, Old Zhao, I'm talking!"

Zhao Gang was awakened by Li Yunlong:
"Listen! Lao Li, you are too impatient, aren't you? It's only been a few days!"

"How many days? It feels like several months! I feel uncomfortable without this guy here! Damn it, if I had known we were on the second list, I would never let this guy go to Shanghai. Shanghai is such a colorful place, I hope this guy gets hooked up with some young wife!"

"Old Li!" Zhao Gang looked at the outspoken Li Yunlong with displeasure. Li Yunlong hurriedly laughed awkwardly - of course he was talking nonsense, Zheng Yingqi was a very reliable guy.

The sentry came in to report: "Commander, the brigade's messenger is here! He is waiting for you and the political commissar in front."

"Ah, could it be that the brigade commander wanted to give me the bazooka in advance? Hahaha, I knew the brigade commander was the best - hahaha, Lao Zhao, let's go over and take a look at my new treasure!"

Zhao Gang couldn't help but say in his heart:
I don't know who has been scolding the brigade commander for being biased these days, but now he is praising him?
The two walked quickly to the main room. The sweaty messenger came up to them and said, "Captain Li, Political Commissar Zhao, I am Xiao Ma, the communicator of the brigade. This is the letter that the brigade commander asked me to give to you, Political Commissar!"

After that, Xiao Ma handed a letter to Zhao Gang, who opened it and started reading. Li Yunlong stretched his head to "peek" for a long time before he recognized a few words, but Zhao Gang had already finished reading.

Seeing Zhao Gang frowning, Li Yunlong asked hurriedly, "Old Zhao, what happened? Could it be that my rocket launcher was intercepted by someone else? Who dares to do this?!"

The most important thing in Li Yunlong's mind now is the rocket launcher. He has been angry for a long time because he was not given any meat because he was fat. If his meat is snatched away by others now, he, Li Yunlong, will file a lawsuit to the headquarters!
"That's not it - Xiao Ma, go down and have a rest first, I'll write back to the brigade commander right away."

Zhao Gang sat down with a stern look on his face. When he took out his pen and was about to write, he felt Li Yunlong sticking behind him, craning his neck to "watch" him. Zhao Gang said:
"Old Li, you can't watch."

"You kept it a secret from me. If you don't want to see it, then don't look at it--" Li Yunlong snorted and walked away, but then he said, "It's really not that my bazooka was intercepted?"

"No."

Li Yunlong felt relieved, but then his heart was in suspense again: "Could it be that Zheng Yingqi is causing trouble?"

Zhao Gang hesitated: "No."

"That's it!" Li Yunlong was immediately furious: "What on earth happened to this kid Zheng Yingqi? Zhao Gang, you better tell me now!"

"Old Li, nothing happened to him - I can't say anything else, just rest assured!"

The brigade commander asked Zhao Gang to keep it a secret in his heart, and Zhao Gang would naturally not violate the principle. However, the more he did so, the more worried Li Yunlong became. However, he also understood Zhao Gang's temper and could only curse him.

After a while, Zhao Gang finished writing the letter and looked back. Hmm? Where's Lao Li?
No wonder my ears felt a lot quieter just now.

After he sealed the letter in an envelope, he asked his guard to find Sun Desheng, hoping that Sun Desheng would arrange for someone to go back to the brigade with Xiao Ma. As a result, the guard told him:
The regiment commander had just left, and Sun Desheng and his men hurriedly followed the regiment commander.

Zhao Gang was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Li Yunlong to go to the brigade headquarters without saying a word. He wanted to chase him, but thinking that the regiment headquarters could not be without someone in charge, he had to grit his teeth and stay. He also sent other people to escort the communicator Xiao Ma back to the brigade headquarters.

After resolving these issues, Zhao Gang found a quiet place to sit down and think:

What's wrong with this guy Zheng Yingqi? Why did the brigade commander ask me to introduce him in detail?
……

Shanghai.

When Monk Wei was wolfing down the "Huohuo" roast chicken, a bottle of glass appeared in front of him. Looking at the crystal clear liquid in the bottle, the monk who was eating the "Huohuo" roast chicken couldn't help swallowing.

"Two whole mouthfuls?"

Zheng Yingqi said with a smile.

Monk Wei wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and shook his head firmly: "No!"

Zheng Yingqi nodded in satisfaction and handed the bottle to the monk: "Wipe your hands with the wine first, and then wipe my back."

He had an injury on his back, which was caused by the explosion last night.

The monk quickly put down the roast chicken, wiped his hands with brown paper, and asked while opening the bottle of wine, "Old Zheng, how did you get on with your investigation?"

How's the investigation going?

Zheng Yingqi didn't know how to answer.

[I heard that my fellow villager Zhang Shihao died? ]

[I said, I noticed that there is another fellow villager named Zhang Xiao? ]

Zheng Yingqi felt like thousands of horses galloping in the mud.

This fellow villager of his really knows how to have fun! If he hadn't learned from the intelligence dealer that Zhang Xiao "inherited" Zhang Shihao's heroic spirit and had caused the Japanese a lot of trouble in the past year, he would have really thought that this fellow villager was dead.

Fortunately, he is now sure that [Zhang Xiao] is 99% Zhang Shihao, otherwise he would really cry.

But the problem is that there is no way to contact the organization in Shanghai now. I can’t even contact the party organization in Shanghai, let alone find my fellow villager - that’s the big boss of the Military Control Commission in Beijing-Shanghai area, a typical elusive guy. How can I find him?
The monk had already applied the wine to Zheng Yingqi. Seeing Zheng Yingqi in a daze, he couldn't help but poke him: "Old Zheng, Old Zheng, are you okay?"

"It's okay - Monk, how do you think we can contact the party organization in Shanghai?"

Monk Wei smiled innocently: "The political commissar said that you have a good brain, so you are responsible for the brain-related matters."

"I think your brain is more useful." Zheng Yingqi rolled his eyes and complained.

Jokes aside, how can I contact the organization? Or how can I contact this fellow villager of mine?

[Doesn't the Military Control Commission like role-playing? They're all over the world brushing Yan Shuangying around. How about I use Yan Shuangying's name to attract the attention of the Military Control Commission? ]

But then he rejected this idea. Perhaps he could be recruited by the Military Control Commission, but he would never meet his fellow villager - those who worked in intelligence were all old hands. It would be a dream to join the Shanghai Military Control Commission and then want to meet his fellow villager!

[It can only be done if the fellow villager comes to see me, otherwise I can't see him - how can I let him see me? ]

[How about a secret signal? Imperial Palace Jade Wine, 180 per cup?]

Zheng Yingqi rejected this idea again. This secret code could only be published in the newspaper, but how could the fellow villager see it if it was published in the newspaper?
I am worried and want to see my fellow villagers. Is it so difficult?
While he was worrying, he heard an unusual noise outside. Zheng Yingqi had sensitive ears and realized it sounded like a speech. So he signaled the monk to follow him out.

The two walked out of the alley and saw a gathered crowd. In the center of the crowd was an open space where some students were staying. A female student was giving a speech to the crowd with all her might.

The content of her speech was about the anti-Japanese war. Listening to the passionate voices of the female students and seeing their excited looks, Zheng Yingqi was a little dazed for a moment.

The sound of whistles was heard, and police officers rushed in from all directions and began to arrest the students who were giving speeches. Although this was a concession, due to pressure from the Japanese, students were prohibited from giving anti-Japanese speeches.

The crowd began to disperse, and many people took the initiative to block the patrol police to buy time for the students to escape, but more patrol police rushed over, and some Indian patrol police even waved their batons at the crowd who were blocking the way.

The monk showed murderous intent and was about to draw his gun when Zheng Yingqi stopped him:
"It'll hurt ordinary people—let's go shoot in the alley."

The two were about to turn around and leave. The students who were giving the speech did not want ordinary people to suffer, so they walked towards the police hand in hand, and sang loudly:

Rise up, those who do not want to be slaves—

At that moment, Zheng Yingqi couldn't help but stop.

People at that time did not know that in the near future, this March of the Volunteers would become the national anthem of a great country!

And some reactions are engraved in Zheng Yingqi's bones!
As they sang, the students held their heads high and walked towards the police. At this time, Zheng Yingqi also dragged the monk into the alley.

bang bang

After a few gunshots, the patrolmen rampaging outside were stunned, and the Indian patrolmen who had just been acting so aggressively subconsciously ran away with their heads in their hands - they were ferocious when facing ordinary people, but in front of the murderous resistance elements, they were like sheep.

As the patrolmen retreated, the people who had just been dispersed rushed forward. In the chaos, countless people spontaneously bumped into the patrolmen, leaving an escape route for the students. In a flash, these students disappeared without a trace in the crowd.

At this time, Zheng Yingqi and Wei Dayong also escaped from the alley by climbing over the wall.

"Monk, I have an idea - haha, I have an idea!"

Zheng Yingqi, who was running away, suddenly burst into laughter.

He also had an idea because of the song just now.

[Zheng Yingqi thought: Fellow countryman, I am throwing you a meeting signal that you absolutely cannot miss. Do you dare to accept it? ]

……

Zhang Anping received a telegram from Yan'an - it was sent by Lao Cen.

The content of the telegram is a profile of a person:
Zheng Yingqi, a returned overseas Chinese from the United States, currently serves as the company commander of the reconnaissance company of the independent regiment.

There is also a series of detailed political information at the end, and several major events that the other party has done in the independent group.

Of course, the other party's mission was also specifically explained.

From these information centers, Zhang Anping "saw" a passionate and brave warrior.

But what made Zhang Anping feel doubtful was why the other party was so sure that they could get a rocket launcher in Shanghai?

"Anping, what do you think?"

In response to Lao Cen's question, Zhang Anping shook his head.

Theoretically, the other party should not have any connection with the Military Control Commission, but why the other party knew Wei's shooting skills was still a thorn in his heart - Wang Tianfeng was in Shanghai and was investigating the "Katyusha". This was too much of a coincidence!

After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll find a way to meet this person!"

Upon hearing this, Lao Cen immediately objected: "It's too risky!"

"Don't you trust my ability to disguise?" Zhang Anping asked back.

Lao Cen was speechless.

Zhang Anping said: "This is the simplest and most effective way! I will draw their appearances, and you ask the organization to find them. When you find them, you notify me, and then I will go to meet him in disguise."

"Ok."

Zhang Anping then took out a piece of paper and started drawing quickly based on his memory. Soon, the two of them appeared on the paper as if engraved on it.

After examining the portrait carefully, Lao Cen folded it and put it in his pocket. Zhang Anping glanced at the time and said:

"I will send you back."

Lao Cen didn't hesitate and nodded in agreement.

As Zhang Anping was driving Lao Cen back home, they chatted and Lao Cen said:
"I heard a song today that I thought was very powerful, but unfortunately I was in a hurry and only wrote down a few words."

Zhang Anping was curious: "What song is so powerful?"

He thought to himself, could it be the expeditionary army's song?
No, there is no sign of the expeditionary force yet.

"The dragon rises and the horse neighs, the sword energy is as frost, and the heart is as vast as the Yellow River..."

Old Cen started humming, but then Zhang Anping slammed on the brakes, and Old Cen was caught off guard and bumped into the seat, grinning.

He asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Anping turned around and looked at Lao Cen blankly:

"What about the next few sentences?"

Lao Cen didn't understand what it meant, but he still hummed a few lines.

Although Lao Cen's singing was not standard, Zhang Anping still heard the "original flavor".

Serve the country with loyalty, you can never go wrong! This singing method is definitely Tu Honggang's loyalty to the country in the future!

An absurd idea came to his mind. He suppressed his shock and asked:

"Where did you hear that?"

"That one on Beihe South Road, it looks like there's a street performer there."

Zhang Anping suppressed his shock and said, "We'll go over there now!"

After saying that, he started again without further ado and headed straight for Beihenan Road.

By chance?

Or are there "colleagues" conveying the information of the meeting?

Zhang Anping is not sure, but he has to go and see him! (End of this chapter)