NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 1



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prolog

A ghost is wandering around Gyeongseong.

A terrifying ghost that made even the Jongno Police Chief, who was said to be capable of making birds fall, tremble in fear and made everyone rush to turn down the dream position of Governor-General of Korea.

“Hey, the ghost of Gyeongseong!”

“Who is that?”

“No… Aren’t you the Bulyeongseon who delivered a bomb to the Japanese Government-General of Korea and raided the Jongno Police Station armory?”

“That’s right.”

A dark night when the moon is hidden between the Earth and the Sun, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead.

A modern boy in a suit was lying down under the yellow streetlight.

The young man was afraid of the dark even though he was in the light.

“Why on earth are you doing this to me?”

“It’s just a whim.”

“Are you saying that you kill people simply because you feel like it?!”

“No, no.”

A pitch-black gun appeared in the darkness.

“Choi Bong-sik, 37 years old. He deceived illiterate farmers during a land survey project, stole their land, and gave it straight to Japanese officials to make a lot of money.”

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding···.”

“What is the misunderstanding?”

The gun fired, leaving a large gash on Bong-sik’s luxurious suit trousers.

“Kkieeeek! Kkuaaaak!”

In the middle of the night, the quiet streets of Gyeongseong with no one around were filled with Bongsik’s screams.

His screams woke people up, lights turning on in every house and building, and people sticking their heads outside.

Everyone saw Bong-sik bleeding, but no one helped him.

“Ugh… gasp… hic… ugh… why on earth are you doing this to me! What kind of grudge do you have against me that you are torturing me like this!”

“Seo Mi-sook from Maedong Elementary School.”

“what?”

“You know?”

The young man’s eyes trembled.

“I don’t know anyone like that! I meet so many people a day, and there’s even a country bumpkin like that…”

The gun fired again.

This time, smoke rose from Bongsik’s knees.

“Kwaaaaak!”

A faded photograph was thrown in front of Bong-sik, who was rolling on the floor in pain.

It was a photo of a smiling female student in a neat school uniform.

“Seo Mi-sook, Kim Eun-hye, Choi Soo-bin, Ko Young-hee, Park Yoon-ja···.”

Pictures kept flying in from the darkness.

And countless names came out.

Every time a name was called, a pile of photos appeared in front of Bongsik.

After the last name was called and the last photo was taken.

The man in the darkness asked Bongsik.

“You know?”

Bongsik lowered his head.

“······I don’t know.”

“That’s great.”

The muzzle is gone.

Instead, a man wearing a black coat and black fedora appeared.

The man, with a muscular build like a bear and covered in black, had his face hidden from view by the shadow cast by the brim of his fedora.

“Let me ask you one last time. Choi Bong-sik, do you know these people?”

In his hand he held a dark dagger.

Bongsik swallowed quietly, forgetting the pain.

“Oh, I know. How could I forget my disciples?”

“Disciple? It seems that even a beast that touches a disciple is called teacher.”

“······Those kids did it because they liked it.”

“I do it because I like it.”

“What is that…. Okay, wait…. Sleep…. Kkeuuuuurur…”

Bong-sik tried to say something about the cold, heavy feeling he felt in his chest, but he couldn’t get his words out.

He struggled as hard as he could to push his opponent away, but he was no match for his strength.

I tried to at least look at his face, but his hands had no place to go and were just waving in the air.

“You won’t die right away.”

The man who had finished his work spoke to Bong-sik, who was still writhing on the floor, out of breath.

“So, cry out to people for help, just like the people who were treated by you did.”

“Ugh… Ugh… Ugh… N… Help… Please….”

“Your voice is small.”

The man quietly took out a cigarette and lit it.

Then, the man’s face was faintly visible through the faint light of the cigarette.

But Bong-sik, whose life was in danger, mustered up the last of his strength and asked his people for help.

“S, please save me… Ugh….”

In the quiet streets of Gyeongseong where you could hear the sound of a cigarette being smoked, Bong-sik’s voice rang out louder than ever.

But none of the people looking out onto the street came to his aid.

“I, I am Choi Bong-sik···. Please,···. Save me···.”

Despite his desperate screams, the street lights were going out one by one.

“Please··· Jebaal···.”

His life was also falling apart.

The street lights went out one by one, and people who had been looking outside went back inside.

The flame of Bongsik also died down.

“Ugh···. Ugh···. Please···. Please···.”

As Bong-sik pleaded for a long time, a series of images flashed through his mind.

The image and scream of the pleading disciple came to mind.

And Bongsik shut his mouth.

“······.”

“Phew···.”

From the distant east, a white cloud of cigarette smoke rose above the streets of Gyeongseong, which were bathed in light as the sun began to rise.

At the same time, the street lights went out.