NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 162
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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 162
RISE(13)
General Shinnosuke Kikuchi, the commander of the Joseon Army (Japanese Army), who had fled as if he had been driven out of Gyeongseong, has returned.
When he fled from Gyeongseong, he had been alone, but now he had hundreds of soldiers by his side and dozens of officers escorting him.
They returned to Gyeongseong proudly, like triumphant generals, but the police officers’ gazes at them were not very kind.
“The dog that ran away from home has come back.”
“When he runs away, he tucks his tail between his legs and runs away, but when he returns, he returns like a triumphant general.”
“Those who always lose when they fight… … .”
“How is Hiroshi?”
“How is it… … . He’s still lying there, unconscious, with a bullet lodged firmly in his head.”
“Those damn soldiers… … .”
Until just a few days ago, the police belonging to the Government-General’s Police Bureau had been engaged in a bloody battle with the military, so their gaze upon Commander Shinnosuke returning to Gyeongseong was not particularly favorable.
They were not openly hostile to each other because it was the governor’s order, but that did not mean they were completely forgiven.
“Everyone is standing upright.”
“I’m watching too.”
“At this rate… … . It seems like everyone will explode with complaints if there’s any chance of something happening?”
“Something else might explode at the same time.”
“Anything else?”
“bomb.”
“?”
Inspector Sasaki looked at me with a face that said, “What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“The event hasn’t started yet.”
“yes.”
“But why does the bomb explode?”
“I don’t know everything.”
“… … ?”
As always, Inspector Sasaki had no understanding of what the teacher was saying.
But I wasn’t stressed or angry about it.
After all, the opponent was this teacher.
He was someone I couldn’t get angry at, and I felt more comfortable just thinking about him as he was rather than stressing out about trying to understand him.
“So you’re saying that this time it’s not you, Mr. Teacher, but someone else who’s going to detonate the bomb?”
“huh.”
The teacher smiled as he watched the general, who had been unable to win while fighting his own police, march like a triumphant general returning from a victory in enemy territory.
His appearance was as expectant as a child on the night before when they had promised to go to the zoo the next day.
Inspector Sasaki, who was watching this from the side, asked a playful question for no reason.
“Looking at the way this teacher is looking at Commander Shinnosuke, I guess he will be going to meet King Yemma soon.”
“Maybe so.”
“Really?”
“Why? After all, eight out of ten Japanese people who set foot on Korean soil have Korean blood on their hands.”
“… … .”
The teacher ripped off the mask he was wearing on his face and wrapped it tightly with a bandage.
Then, Major Daisuke Tsugimoto, a supply officer under the Joseon Army (Japanese Army) Command, disappeared, and the Japanese police chief Wasaburo Miwa of the Joseon Government-General had become a superintendent.
Miwa, who had returned from a long vacation, declared to Inspector Sasaki in her characteristically rough, grating tone.
“You shouldn’t think about returning alive with blood on your hands… … . Otherwise, only the dead will be wronged.”
“… … .”
“Isn’t that so?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
It was a mysterious disguise that was both fascinating and sent shivers down my spine every time I saw it.
In particular, the mask, which seemed to have been cut straight from the person’s skin, was so creepy that it would give you goosebumps all over your body if you accidentally touched it.
Of course, Inspector Sasaki thought that it wasn’t really made of human skin.
‘No… … . If it were this teacher… … . Maybe… … ?’
Inspector Sasaki immediately shook his head.
There was no benefit in overthinking this.
This teacher hates having people around him who think a lot.
“Inspector Sasaki.”
“Yes, okay?”
“Take the lead.”
“Huh? You’re in front? Where are you going without seeing this fun thing?”
“Where would the chief of the police headquarters go?”
Miwa threw her military cap somewhere, then took out a police cap from somewhere, put it on her head, and spoke to Sasaki.
“Of course it’s the police department.”
“Oh, yes… … .”
“Since the movement of goods will soon be normalized, we will need cars to smuggle goods, and we will also need a quiet warehouse to store them.”
“There really is a lot to save.”
“Isn’t that necessarily the case?”
“No? You were having trouble sleeping at night because of this until recently.”
Miwa paused at Sasaki’s words, then turned around and asked him.
“I lost sleep over it… … How did you know that?”
Miwa asked Sasaki.
Are you saying that you were watching yourself?
It was a simple question, but Inspector Sasaki found himself peeing his pants without realizing it, seeing the teacher’s cold, emotionless gaze.
It was exactly 30 years and 2 years since Inspector Sasaki was born from his mother’s womb.
“Ah, no… … . How, how could I go and watch this teacher? That, that’s not it… … .”
“Really? Then can you explain it to me so I can understand?”
It was a simple question, but sweat poured down Inspector Sasaki’s forehead as if a water pipe had burst in the winter, his normally smooth tongue became stiff and he couldn’t speak properly, and his head spun like an engine that had consumed premium oil.
And he vividly recalled the events of that night when Inspector Sasaki found out that this teacher was having trouble sleeping, as if he was replaying a video.
“I, I left something at the teahouse one night, so when I came back for a bit, all the lights were off, but I heard the sound of someone tossing and turning in the teacher’s room… … .”
“Did you look inside the room?”
In response to the teacher’s question, before Inspector Sasaki could even finish explaining the situation, he fell flat on the floor and… no, he bowed down in mortal sin.
“Oh, no! I just heard a sound!”
“……really?”
“Yes! It is the truth, without a single lie!”
“… … You really haven’t seen it?”
“yes……!”
The teacher seemed to be pondering something, then suddenly turned his head away.
“Okay, fine.”
The teacher’s face was wrapped tightly in bandages, so it was impossible to see his expression, but his voice clearly had a hint of embarrassment, unlike usual.
However, Inspector Sasaki, who had already recalled the trauma from the past, apologized while hitting his head on the floor without even noticing that his clothes were getting dirty.
“I’m sorry! I offended you with my words!”
Inspector Sasaki, recalling the first time he met this teacher, seemed to be reliving the trauma from that time, as if he was about to commit seppuku on the spot.
“I was just asking, why are you going that far? It’s embarrassing for the person who asked.”
“… … .”
“Stop it and get up. If you get your clothes dirty, the police will suspect you.”
“… … .”
However, Inspector Sasaki froze in place like a stone, his head buried in the floor and he did not move at all.
“5, 4, 3… … .”
“It happened!”
But when the teacher started counting, he stood up from his seat like a rock and stood in front of the teacher as if he was following him.
“The destination is the Police Department! I will risk my life to guide you, sir… … no, Chief Miwa, to the Police Department!”
“Why is it like this?”
“… … .”
Miwa sighed at the sight of Inspector Sasaki’s very serious appearance and hit him on the head.
“Ako!”
“Wake up.”
“… … .”
“And why do you sneak out at night and make people suspicious? From now on, just walk around confidently.”
“I was afraid that I might be bothering this teacher… … .”
“Use it.”
“… … From now on, I will walk confidently.”
As Inspector Sasaki said that, something he had been unable to say because he was nervous came to mind.
‘Come to think of it, Madame, who usually showed her face at the mere sound of a person, was quiet… … .’
In that memory that had flashed through my mind a little while ago, I thought I heard another sound besides the sound of the teacher tossing and turning.
‘Shall I ask?’
Although he was slightly curious, Inspector Sasaki remembered the saying that curiosity killed the cat and killed his inner curiosity.
Instead, I asked something else.
“But if you want to get a car, shouldn’t you go to the military base instead of the police station? I think there should be some trucks there, so you can just use your position as a supply officer to smuggle the stuff out?”
“If you want to get a ride, you have to write a letter of intent and also select a driver.”
“That’s true too.”
In the past, we used Chunsik as a driver and had a lot of fun, but now Chunsik is in the hospital day after day due to the aftereffects of torture.
In a situation where I couldn’t ask for help from that poor guy, I had to use Sasaki. This guy was doing nothing, but there were a lot of eyes watching him, so it was inconvenient to move around.
However, it was ambiguous to try to use the members of the newly formed domestic independence movement group, Singanhoe, because they had not yet established a separate route there.
“I’m sorry to say this, but I don’t think we’ll be able to secure a truck or a warehouse just by going to the Governor-General’s Office.”
“yes.”
“?”
“It’s true that you can’t get it from the Governor-General’s Office.”
“… … ?”
In that moment, countless questions popped into Inspector Sasaki’s head, but none of them came out of his mouth.
What would he say about what this teacher does?
“Shall I take the lead?”
“okay.”
“Yes, get out of the way! Everyone, get out of the way! Chief Miwa of the Government-General Police Department, get out!”
Rather than rolling my head in front of this teacher like a pupa, I felt more comfortable just doing what I was told.
* * *
The Japanese Government-General of Korea’s Police Department had a detention center where people arrested from outside were temporarily held.
However, since people who were usually taken to places like this were quickly released or taken straight to the Seodaemun Prison or the underground torture chamber, it was only built there, and people were rarely imprisoned there.
No, it just wasn’t there.
Since the prison was built, no one has been locked up here.
Until a few days ago.
“Ugh… … . Beef Bourguignon… … . Beef Wellington… … . Jack Daniel’s… … . Jack Daniel’s? What is this? Why am I thinking of this?”
Until a few days ago, this place was empty and covered in dust, but now it has an owner.
“Ugh… … . Someone bring me something to eat… … . It’s been several days already! These are the worst bastards in the world… … . If you’re going to lock people up, you have to give them food!”
Those locked up in the detention center were not independence activists who had cherished the great goal of Korean independence and rebelled against the Governor-General.
However, he was not a communist who set out to make the world a better place, and he was not a crazy serial killer who went around killing people as he pleased.
“Hey! Isn’t there anyone here? I told you I’m hungry!!!”
The person locked up in the Governor-General’s Detention Center was our great tyrant, Yun Deok-yeong, who was ranked 2nd in pro-Japanese collaborators that Koreans most want to kill (as selected by Forbes) and 1st in investors that Koreans most want to be like.
The reason why he, who was the most vicious of the pro-Japanese collaborators and contributed greatly to Japan’s devouring of Korea, is locked up in the Governor-General’s Detention Center… … No one knows!
Because before Chief Miwa, who had initially arrested him, could do anything, something happened at Seodaemun Prison, so everyone’s attention was focused there.
The people in the Governor-General’s Office were so preoccupied with fighting the military that Yun Deok-yeong’s existence had long since been erased from their memories.
Thanks to this, our great general was expressing his dissatisfaction with the Governor-General by carrying out a surprise hunger strike.
“Give me food! I want food! I’ll hang you upside down and beat you, but give me food first!”
Even though Daegal Daegam hadn’t eaten for several days, he still looked full of energy.
I don’t know if it’s because of the warm hearts of people who have been saving up steadily over time, or because I originally had good physical strength.
-dump.
“Oh my… … These damn Japanese are trying to starve me to death… … .”
But that didn’t last long.
After shouting at the top of his lungs for a long time, Daegal Daegam eventually got tired and sat down on the floor.
Then the cold stone floor welcomed him.
“You bastards… … . When I asked you about the ghost of Gyeongseong, you pretended not to know and tried to tell me what you knew… … . How dare you treat me like this?”
After being locked up in an empty prison cell for several days, Daegal Daegam was on the verge of starvation and loneliness.
Thirst can be quenched by sucking the moss growing on the wall, but there is no way to quench hunger or loneliness.
“Someone want something to eat… … .”
Now, Daegal Daegam is thinking about giving up his house if someone gives him food.
Anyway, the great lord was very hungry now.
-Thump thump.
At that moment, footsteps were heard from afar, and it was unclear whether it was the Great Master Daegal who had gone mad or if someone was really coming to visit.
Although it was such a welcome sound, the exhausted Daegal just lay on the floor and rolled his eyes.
“You are here, Your Majesty.”
“… … .”
When Daegal Dae-Gal slightly raised his head, he saw a policeman looking down at him with his face wrapped tightly in bandages, except for his eyes.
‘Who is it?’
The sight and voice seemed familiar, as if I had seen them somewhere, but I couldn’t remember them, perhaps because I was hungry.
“Tsk tsk… … . Half my face is gone.”
“Shall we open it?”
“Open.”
-Squeak.
After a few days, the heavy iron door that separated Daegal Daegam and the world opened with an unpleasant friction sound.
It was the moment he had been longing for, but now, Daegal Daegam did not have the strength to move even a single finger.
“Hold me up.”
“Me?”
“Then, should I do it?”
“No. I should do it. I liked helping people since I was little. If I hadn’t become a police officer, I would have become a nurse. Hahaha!”
Inspector Sasaki lifted the sergeant major’s head while grumbling.
In the past, even someone like Inspector Sasaki wouldn’t have dared support Lord Daegal, but after putting down so much over the past few days, Lord Daegal felt as light as a feather compared to before.
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