NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 13



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Exile – 3

“There will be a brief inspection.”

“Checkpoint? What the hell are you checking for all of a sudden?”

“Jongno Police Station is conducting an inspection to find the escaped person who pushed his way through people.”

“That’s none of my business, get out of the way and don’t block the road!”

The modern boy in a suit tried to push past the policeman blocking his way.

But all that came back to him was a short, hard, and heavy stick.

-Snap!

The policeman took off his hat for a moment and, without any hesitation or reservation, swung his baton and struck the young man on the head.

The young man, who was hit in the head by surprise without being able to take any defensive action, staggered a few steps and then fell over, unable to control his body.

“Crunch···”

Then he started shaking on the floor, foam coming out of his mouth.

Because it happened so quickly, everyone around them froze and tried to avoid eye contact for fear of sparks flying.

“If you tell me to do something, I’ll do it. Don’t be so cocky…”

“What are you looking at! Did you see it? Next!”

The inspection was generally like this.

It was because a bomb exploded at a police station, killing and injuring people, and because a traitor infiltrated Jongno Police Station, which could be called the center of Gyeongseong, and killed a police officer.

The police were as poisonous as vipers that had woken up from hibernation due to hunger.

“next!”

The endless harassment and violence from superiors, and the never-ending cycle of work.

All of this has made them who they are today.

The police officers, who had been instilled with endless anger toward Korea and Koreans, had no way of ending things with a good word.

“Oh my… What should I do with that?”

“Shouldn’t we take you to the hospital quickly?”

“Oh my god···.”

“Did you see that?! Get out, everyone!”

Now, the one who appeared to be the leader of the policemen pulled out a pistol from his waistband and pointed the gun at them.

In this situation, all ordinary people could do was turn their heads and feel pity for the young man who had fallen to the ground.

“What are you? Aren’t you turning your head?!”

Except for one gentleman with a bear-like build, wearing a black fedora and black coat.

“You have no right to do that to that young man.”

“What? Huh!”

The officer, who appeared to be the captain, approached the gentleman, throwing down his hat to check that the cap was properly open.

And then he put a gun to his head.

“Say it again, Joseon guy.”

“Are your ear holes blocked now?”

“Yeah, you got it.”

The officer seemed quite agitated, and tried to strike the gentleman in the head with the handle of his pistol.

but.

“You have bad hand habits.”

“Huh?! You little punk···!”

“Can I borrow your gun for a sec?”

The gentleman grabbed the officer’s hand with one as big as a pot lid and broke his arm without a second’s hesitation.

“Kuaaaah!!!”

“Class president!”

“illustration.”

The gentleman in the black fedora snapped his arm like he was breaking a pair of wooden chopsticks and then snatched the gun away.

Then he pointed his gun at the police officers who were conducting the search.

“I will count to three from now on.”

“······???”

“If you don’t want to die, put your head in.”

******

The next day, photographs of the officers lying naked in mud pits circulated on the streets.

And the next day, and the day after that, similar photos were circulating around Gyeongseong.

Each police station in Gyeongseong tried to stop the photo from circulating, but enough people had already seen it.

“The checkpoint was raided again?!”

“sorry···.”

“shit!”

Miwa and Inspector Kyeong-bu slammed the innocent desk for no reason to calm their boiling stomachs.

“This is the third time this week! Why is it that the checkpoint was breached when it was just one guy raiding it!”

“That, that’s because the enemy’s attack was so sudden that it was difficult to respond properly.”

“Difficult?! Then were there any easy tasks among our tasks? Huh?! It’s because everyone’s spirits are rotten!”

That’s what they said, but Inspector Miwa also knew that it wasn’t the fault of the other police officers or detectives.

From the beginning, they actively took advantage of the fact that they were alone and continued to attack their weakest points, so even the military would have had a hard time responding to this.

However, as an administrator, I could not accept this as it was considering police discipline and morale, so I just talked about mental theories such as guts.

“Is it because everyone lacks morale? Huh?! He’s alone, and it’s useless for several people to have to deal with him like this!”

“sorry···.”

“I don’t want to see you all, so get out of my sight! And if something like this happens again, then you all have to be prepared to take your clothes off! Got it?!”

After chasing everyone away, Miwa and Inspector Mi, now alone, spread out a map of downtown Gyeongseong.

‘One checkpoint was raided every day. The time was usually around lunchtime… The locations were all random, with nothing particularly special about them.’

There was nothing in common between these crimes, except that they occurred around lunchtime every day.

‘If we look at the commonalities… they are said to have targeted the checkpoint with the fewest personnel and the least armed of all the checkpoints currently operating in Gyeongseong…’

This too could have been dismissed as mere luck.

‘Luck… I guess it’s luck.’

No, it had to be luck.

This isn’t luck…

‘That means he’s back inside the police force.’

That didn’t make sense.

In this city, there was no one who did not know his face, and even the people of this clan knew his voice.

“Wow… Are you sure it’s not just you, but a group?”

I thought about it here and there and worried, but I couldn’t come up with a definite answer.

Miwa got up from her seat feeling suffocated and went outside.

“Ako!”

“?”

A young policeman who happened to be passing by his office was hit by the door.

“Oh my, Koya…. Gasp! My, my, Inspector.”

The policeman who had been stroking the red nose got up from his seat in surprise as soon as he saw Inspector Miwa.

Miwa looked at the confused police officer and turned her head away, clicking her tongue slightly.

“Tsk tsk.”

Inspector Miwa checked the policeman’s name tag as if it were a habit.

It said Jiro Matsui of the High School.

He asked the nervous police officer Matsui, recalling the story of how he had sent several local police officers up to Gyeongseong for the last incident.

“Are these the new recruits?”

“Yes? That’s right! I’m Police Officer Jiro Matsui from Tottori!”

Seeing his energetic appearance, Miwa Kyungbu smiled with satisfaction and patted his shoulder.

“Be careful next time. If you keep walking around blankly and absentmindedly, you’ll most likely get into an accident.”

“Oh, I see!”

Then he walked away, wondering if he had missed anything.

He didn’t even realize that the policeman he had bumped into earlier was entering his office.

“It’s almost lunchtime, so they’ll attack again… Should I go out and patrol?”

Naturally, there were no raids that day.

It was the same the next day and the day after that.

The raid by the Fire Spirits ended without any warning, as if everything had been an illusion.

“That guy is really like a ghost.”

“If you only appear when you’re feeling good and harass people, aren’t you a ghost?”

“Oh my… We’re going to die and break again.”

“My poor life···.”

The raids were over, but the police’s ordeals continued.

Those above were urging me to somehow track down the evil spirit, and I lost several sleeps in pursuit of him, but as always, I failed to catch him.

No, in the first place, I couldn’t tell if that guy really existed in Joseon.

“Is this guy really a real person?”

“That famous Kim Tae-seok died at the hands of this guy here.”

“Are you the torture king Kim Tae-seok?”

“Yes, that evil Joseon guy was murdered in a very horrific way.”

Since there were several people in the party, the existence of the Bulyeongseonin was definitely confirmed.

But since the attack, not a single person has seen or encountered him.

The Police Department of the Government-General of Korea distributed wanted posters for the Bulyeongseonin throughout the eight provinces of Joseon in an attempt to capture him, but as in Gyeongseong, there was no word from him.

“At this point, shouldn’t we at least hear a story about catching someone who looks similar?”

“That’s right… I don’t know if I’m fighting a person or a ghost.”

“Ghost? Kiya… Does that make sense?”

The police in Gyeongseong gave a new name to the vicious torturer who took the life of a police officer by visiting the Jongno Police Station, which was soaked with the blood and tears of countless criminals, as if it were his own home.

“It’s the ghost of Gyeongseong.”

“Kiya! I don’t know who you are, but your name is so catchy!”

“You crazy bastard, we have to catch him.”

“That’s true, but… I hope we don’t run into each other on the street.”

“That’s true.”

The two detectives nodded and turned around to look at the smiling officer.

“But who are you···?”

“This time, I am Jiro Matsui, dispatched to Jongno Police Station in Gyeongseong! Please take good care of me!”

“Oh, really? Where are you from?”

“I am from Kuroshika Village in Tottori Prefecture.”

“Where is that place?”

“It must be the countryside.”

“Well… I guess it’s because you’re from the countryside that you look so fresh and bright.”

“Hehehe, thank you.”

Police officer Matsui walked around Jongno-gu, greeting people here and there until the sun went down.

As if he was trying to impress upon everyone his presence.

“Why does a guy like that always go to a higher level?”

“That’s true. A guy as cheerful as that should come to our department.”

“The high-level kids are always busy making a fuss about nothing, but they suck up all the talent from the police station.”

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

“Leave them alone. They’re still running around like crazy trying to catch that ghost of Gyeongseong or something.”

“Kikki kikki.”

The detectives in Jongro envied the high-ranking officials for the appearance of special rookies, but they were also jealous of those who enjoyed privileges without any achievements.

As the invisible power struggle continued in Jongno-seo, the story of Kim Sang-ok, who had turned Gyeongseong upside down, quietly disappeared, buried under the new presence of the ghost of Gyeongseong.

******

The day Mr. Kim Sang-ok left Gyeongseong.

I watched the train departing in the distance and saw my teacher off from afar.

“You’re leaving now.”

“Will you arrive in Shanghai safely?”

“If nothing happens, that’s what it will be like.”

“I really hope so···.”

The young man who is talking to me right now is someone who worked with Mr. Kim Sang-ok and was his personal contact.

“This is Jeon Woo-jin.”

“Yes, I’ve heard a lot about it.”

“I have received a great favor from you, teacher, that cannot be washed away.”

“Even grace···.”

Around the time I raided Jongno Police Station and kidnapped Go Bong-geun and his family.

There was also a person who mixed in and smuggled out during that time.

“Comrade Kim told me to rely on you a lot when I need help.”

“Yes, I heard you got cut off at the post office too.”

“······It just so happened.”

“That’s what happens when you fight for independence.”

I handed him a letter.

“Jongno Police Station has destroyed all the documents related to Jeon Woo-jin, but just in case, please avoid the police as much as possible for the time being and use an alias.”

“What is this···?”

“Here is a letter of recommendation. If you take this to Gwangyang General Trading Company on Jongno Street, they will give you a suitable job.”

“Gwangyang General Trading Company…? This is the first time I’ve heard of that.”

“It opened a few days ago.”

“Oh, I see.”

Woojin nodded.

And then he asked me again.

“What are your next plans?”

“I’m wondering whether to use a gun or a knife.”

“yes?”

I could see Jongno Police Station in the distance.