He is Already a Tycoon at a Young Age! - Chapter 108



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Episode 108 – Are you going to do the KKK or not?!

Missouri

“Is everyone ready?”

“I’m ready.”

Men dressed in white got out of the car carrying clubs and iron pipes.

They looked around after checking their masks one last time.

“Let’s hit them as fast as we can and run away. I don’t think any of the niggers will catch us.”

“Yes, sir!”

The men answered vigorously.

The place they are targeting is a famous club called Waiting Sailor.

I was planning on hitting on the black guys who were invited to play tonight.

“But is it okay to do this without any orders from your superiors? Just a while ago, you told me not to act so selfishly…”

“There are only cowards left in the leadership now. Do you think it makes sense to sit back and do nothing when you have become a laughing stock?”

“Oh, no.”

Tom muttered in a crawling voice. It occurred to him that coming out tonight was a mistake.

It had only been a few weeks since I had followed my friends into the clan. This was my first time participating in an operation like this.

“Remember! We’re going to hit them as fast as we can! Let’s go!”

Clubs, iron pipes, and some even pistols.

After passing through the alley, they arrived in front of the waiting sailor.

“Hey, who are you?!”

“If you don’t want to get killed, get out! It’s the clan’s order!”

As I thrust my gun at him, the guard ran away with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Let’s get in there! Knock all the niggers out!”

“yep!”

Tom kept adjusting his face mask before entering the club. The eye sockets were too small to see properly.

Someone hit him on the head from behind.

“What is this idiot doing?! I said get in quickly!”

As we entered the building, screams could be heard from various places. Mostly black people, but there were also some white people mixed in.

“You disgusting bastards who play with niggers! I’ve come to judge you!”

“There’s Armstrong! Knock that trumpet-playing clown out! Cut off his head and send it to New York!”

As the KKK members rushed onto the stage, a loud noise was heard.

Tata tata tata tang—-

A sound like someone punching a typewriter.

Tom immediately crouched down at the sudden gunshot.

“It’s Tommy! The niggers hired white mercenaries! Machine guns! Retreat! Retreat!”

“Everyone stay where you are! I’ll shoot anyone who runs away!”

White men wearing bowler hats shouted.

What they held in their hands was a Thompson submachine gun with a drum magazine.

When the KKK members saw this, they all ran towards the exit.

Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out.

Several men with pistols fought back.

The club turned into a scene of chaos in an instant as a gunfight broke out.

“Don’t kill him! Shoot his legs or arms!”

“Get out of my way!”

A colleague pushed Tom aside as he stood there dazed.

As I was about to get up in a hurry and run away, a burning pain hit my buttocks.

“Uuuugh…!”

Tom lost consciousness as his consciousness became confused.

“There’s a guy down over there!”

“Call an ambulance! Get him to the hospital right away!”

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A week later

New York

Hitler Company

“Nothing happened after that?”

“There were a few more arson attempts on the print shop that produced Rocketman, but… nothing else.”

“That’s good. But please maintain the current level of security for the time being.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

An attack targeting my close musician friend, Louis Armstrong.

‘If we hadn’t increased the security force in advance, we would have been in big trouble.’

As news of the raid spread, the public took a colder view of the KKK.

[The ignorant southerners are whipping themselves!]

[Remnants of the old days that do not fit with the 20th century] etc.

This is also evidence that the atmosphere has changed.

‘If it were any other time, I would have just ignored it and said it was an exaggeration by black people.’

Northern whites have historically tended to underestimate the danger posed by the KKK.

But the atmosphere has become completely opposite since this incident broke out.

“Oh, and spread out in front of you, there’s a letter.”

“Letters always come.”

Hundreds of thousands of cases per day.

Most of them are fan letters sent by my supporters.

“Hey, I think we should check this out. It was sent by the mother of the KKK member who attacked Armstrong.”

“Your KKK member mother sent this to me? Is it some kind of curse letter?”

“I checked in advance, but that’s not it. My mother came all the way to New York and handed it over. She said she’s still waiting on the first floor.”

I opened the letter Richter had handed me.

[Dear Mr. Adolf Hitler. My son was recently with his Ku Klux Klan comrades…]

The letter continued for several lines.

The story goes that his young son was swept up by his friends in the KKK and was shot in the buttocks during a raid, leaving him hanging on to his life.

But why did you send me this letter? It doesn’t seem like a simple apology.

“Joe, read more. He got sepsis because of the gunshot wound.”

“blood poisoning?”

It’s sepsis.

It was a disease in which the wound was infected with bacteria or microorganisms.

“If it’s a bacterial infection, Compound H can treat it. I guess that’s why…”

“You attacked my friend and now you want medicine?”

Aren’t you ashamed?

If I had a conscience, I don’t think I could ask for something like that.

“She’s been coming to the company building crying for days. What, it’s not like we can just kick her out.”

“…”

I took a deep breath.

Yes, from a mother’s perspective, she would want to save her son somehow.

Whether it’s true or fake that he was forced to join the KKK…

“If you become a martyr, it might be difficult for us.”

“A martyr? A person who was shot while attacking civilians doesn’t seem like a martyr.”

“Death is a powerful element in itself. In fact, it is not that important.”

The same was true of the Nazi Party in Germany.

The death of the famous Horst Wessel.

He was a member of the Nazi party and was killed in an attack by communists.

He became a martyr under the Nazi Party’s massive propaganda campaign.

‘A false rumor could spread that a black man shot and killed a white man.’

Maybe the KKK was after that too. It’s a common thing with cults.

“Compound H hasn’t started mass production yet…”

Clinical trials were continuing on some patients in research institutes and hospitals.

“It would be funny if a KKK member saved his life thanks to Compound H, right?”

A KKK member who attacked black people while opposing Hitler is saved by Compound H!

From the KKK’s perspective, it’s like getting smeared in the face. It’s also funny that they got shot in the butt.

“So, are you saying you’ll help that unit?”

“Let’s do it secretly for now. There’s no guarantee that he’ll survive even if he’s injected with Compound H. You said that Dan-won’s mother is waiting on the first floor, right? Send her to my office.”

After saying that, I became lost in thought.

If I die after being administered Compound H, I could be blamed.

The KKK would say I killed him on purpose.

‘Is it worth taking that risk?’

The efficacy of Compound H has already been proven in laboratories around the world.

Even if the young man dies, I can claim that I did my best.

‘If I leave you alone, you’ll definitely die.’

If you become a martyr, it will be more difficult in many ways.

‘Penicillin that is not produced in a factory is difficult to manage and use.’

It needs to be administered continuously every few hours and requires a specialist.

“Call Dr. Fleming too. He was a military doctor in the last war, so he should have experience treating sepsis. He’s the only one who can do it right now.”

A KKK member with sepsis.

If you’re lucky, it could be a decent card.

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The next afternoon

University of Missouri Hospital

“How is the patient’s condition?”

“Your blood pressure has dropped significantly. We are currently administering a blood transfusion.”

“What’s your complexion?”

“It’s a little bluish, but not yellow.”

“Then it’s still in the early stages. I think it can be treated sufficiently.”

Dr. Fleming unloaded his bags from the back of a truck, a special truck built by the carrier company.

This truck allowed the Compound H to be transported without damage.

Dr. Fleming and his assistants carried their bags and headed to the sickroom.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?! Only hospital staff are allowed in here!”

A middle-aged man wearing a doctor’s gown blocked their path.

“My name is Alexander Fleming. I should have contacted you in advance.”

“Whether you discovered Compound H or not, it’s none of my business! An outsider is treating our hospital patients on their own! Are you in your right mind doing this?!”

“We have already received the guardian’s consent. The situation is urgent and we cannot transfer the patient out of the hospital right now.”

“Then hand over Compound H. Our doctors will take care of the treatment.”

“The Compound H I brought is a prototype and very difficult to manage. If you leave it out at room temperature even for a little while, its effect will disappear. I can’t hand it over to someone who doesn’t even know how to use it.”

“Where on earth did this British guy come up with such words…”

As the two people were growling, someone came running in a hurry.

“Dr. Fleming! I’m so sorry about this! Peter, I need you to the sickroom right away!”

“Dean, but…”

“If our hospital’s Compound H allocation decreases like this, will you take responsibility?!”

“That’s not it, but…”

The middle-aged man answered, flinching.

“Then step aside. Now, Doctor. Come this way.”

“thank you.”

“Our hospital was also conducting experiments related to Compound H, but due to a severe lack of proper support…”

Fleming flinched as he entered the sickroom. He was not lying down, but lying face down.

There was a bandage wrapped tightly around the cheek area.

The assistant burst into laughter when he saw that sight.

“The boy’s baby is fiercely on the butt …”

“Don’t laugh.”

Fleming spoke to his assistant and immediately checked the patient’s condition.

A pale face and faint consciousness.

These were symptoms he had seen hundreds of times on the battlefield.

After a simple test, he said:

“It’s definitely sepsis from the gunshot wound. If we leave it like this, he’ll die. Let’s start with 200mg for now.”

“I will prepare 200mg.”

Fleming administered Compound H immediately.

“I will administer it every three hours, so if you experience any adverse reactions, tell me right away. I will continue to check to see if your blood pressure and body temperature return to normal.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

After 6 hours like that.

Dr. Fleming, who was napping in the waiting room, was woken up by his assistant.

“Doctor, the patient has regained consciousness.”

“You’ve regained consciousness already?”

“Yes, both blood pressure and body temperature have returned to normal levels. My appetite also seems to have returned to some extent.”

“I’ll go and check. Don’t stop administering Compound H. You have to keep administering it for at least a week.”

“Okay, Doctor.”

Fleming sighed, his cigarette in his mouth.

Treatment of sepsis.

How many deaths could have been prevented if Compound H had been available during the last war?

“It’s such a miracle, I still can’t believe it. But anyway…”

Why did Hitler ask to cure KKK members?

He thought deeply for a moment and then shook his head from side to side.

“He must have his own thoughts.”

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Kansas Call Newspaper Company

cutting room

“What happened to the theater news I heard last night?”

“We started taking corrective action this morning! We should be able to finish it by tomorrow!”

Director and Deputy Director.

From the manager to the reporters on site.

When executives selected key issues and drew up a paper plan, field reporters wrote articles accordingly.

A servant’s voice rang out through the loud noise.

“Information just came in from the University of Missouri Hospital!”

“What? ‘KKK. Raiders. Missouri. Hospital. And through Compound H…’ Hey, Jack!”

The deputy director, who was reading the telegram, waved his hand and shouted.

“Choose only the capable ones and send them to Missouri Hospital right now!”

“Are you talking about the University of Missouri Hospital?”

“Yeah, Hitler is stopping by there this morning.”

“Why did Adolf Hitler suddenly…”

“Just from what’s written on this telegram…this is going to be big news. Wasn’t there a KKK member shot in the club a week ago?”

“You mean the guy who got shot in the butt?”

“Yeah, that clown saved his life thanks to Compound H. Doesn’t that sound like a good headline?”

The deputy director said, handing over the telegram.

“Why did Adolf Hitler spare the KKK? He wanted to get out of there before the other newspapers picked it up.”

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Author’s Note

Q: Can sepsis be treated with penicillin?

A: Yes, sepsis is a syndrome that occurs when the body is infected with bacteria and other microorganisms and can be treated with penicillin.

These sepses were often caused by gunshot wounds or other trauma, and before the discovery of penicillin, the mortality rate was extremely high.

The first clinical trial of penicillin in 1941 also administered 200 mg to a patient with sepsis. Penicillin was administered every three hours, and within 12 hours, the patient’s condition improved significantly. The body temperature dropped to normal, the festering wounds began to heal, and the appetite returned. People thought it was a miracle, but after six days, the clinical drug ran out and the patient died.

During World War II, Nazi SS Captain Reinhard Heydrich died of sepsis following an assassination attempt.

At the time, Nazi Germany smuggled penicillin from the Allies, but the quantity was limited, and Heydrich also did not receive penicillin treatment in time.

[Source – (KISTI Science Fragrance) The mold that saved mankind, the discovery of penicillin/Seo Hong-gwan, science columnist]