NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 183



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 183

Anger (4)

The ghost of Gyeongseong has returned.

The ghost of Gyeongseong, who was thought to have opened the gates of hell and entered to face the King of Hell, has returned.

In fact, if you look closely, the ghost of Gyeongseong never left Gyeongseong, but since the title of the article written by Hwang Geon-cheol, a reporter for the Chosun Ilbo, was like that, people really thought that the ghost of Gyeongseong had crawled back from hell.

Because only a few weeks ago, the Government-General of Korea officially announced that the Ghost of Keijo had died.

At that time, the corpse of the ghost of Gyeongseong and his belongings were recorded one by one and given special coverage in the newspapers, because this remained vividly in people’s memories.

But the ghost of Gyeongseong has returned.

No, I said I never died in the first place.

So what is that body?

“You clearly used sorcery?”

“That’s right! I heard it on Jongno Street. The ghost of Gyeongseong is a Taoist who came down from the Geumgangseon after receiving an order from a mountain spirit with great Taoist power to save Joseon.”

“What is a Taoist… … . Have you read too many novels?”

“That’s because I said it’s true!”

Some people say that the ghost of Gyeongseong is a Taoist monk who came down from Geumgangsan.

“I only heard this as a rumor, but when I looked into it, I heard that the Ghost of Gyeongseong was an agent from the Ikmunsa of the Korean Empire.”

“Agent? What’s an agent?”

“I really… …. How can this person be so ignorant of the ways of the world?”

“What does asking what an agent is have to do with worldly affairs?”

“Tsk tsk tsk. The ghost of Gyeongseong is from that famous Imperial Ikmunsa.”

Imperial Secretariat.

They are the intelligence agency and secret police of the Emperor of the Korean Empire, and their very existence is kept secret.

The rumors were so good at hiding their existence that the Japanese Empire was unable to obtain a list of Imperial Secretaries after the loss of sovereignty.

“So, are you saying that the king who was locked up in Gyeongbokgung Palace did something like that?”

“Hey! Talk some sense.”

“What’s wrong with that!”

“If he was the kind of person who would do something like this, he would have done it long ago… … I hear he is a clumsy gentleman who can’t even take care of himself, so how could someone like that do something so grand?”

“Um… … . That’s… … .”

The rumor that the ghost of Gyeongseong, who had played with the Japanese Empire and the Governor-General’s Office, was receiving orders from Sunjong, who was widely known as an idiot, was so unbelievable that even a passing dog would not believe it.

But, how can a rumor be considered plausible just because it is a rumor?

It’s just a rumor because people who like to gossip go around talking about it.

In that respect, the ghost of Gyeongseong was a good story for the drinkers and the rich in Gyeongseong.

A mysterious man whose identity is unknown!

He is not just any man, but a colossal giant who turned the Empire of Japan, which boasted of being the most civilized nation in Asia, into a monkey in the palm of Buddha’s hand.

Nothing was known about him other than that he was a man: his name, his age, or even his facial features.

“They said I was handsome?”

“who?”

“The Ghost of Gyeongseong.”

“Have you met?”

“No. But don’t you think he might be handsome?”

“Hey… … Among those people with a good reputation, there aren’t many who are truly handsome.”

“But if I’m going to do it, I hope it’s good-looking.”

The women of Gyeongseong each smiled as they imagined the ghost’s appearance.

“So, you’re saying that the Ghost of Gyeongseong should be viewed as a nationalist group among the independence activists?”

“What kind of nationalism is this! Judging from the fact that they only persistently attack government offices and the military, they should be classified as anarchists!”

“Haha, both of you are wrong. The Ghost of Gyeongseong is clearly a socialist.”

“You seem to be really into the military. Aren’t you a militarist?”

“What is militarism anyway?”

“I heard that it’s a hot topic in the West, far away? Something about the military… … .”

“If you’re going to talk nonsense, go over there and talk to the wall.”

“… … .”

Intellectuals, who had been visiting bars more often than their workplaces due to economic difficulties, speculated about the nature of the Gyeongseong ghosts and chatted about them.

“The ghost of Gyeongseong ran by folding the ground using the magic of shrinking… … Even the ghost detective Miwa of Jongno Police Station had no choice but to let it go!”

“Hiya… … This kid is good at playing with his tongue, tell me more!”

“Kekekeke… … And did you think the Jongno Police Station explosion was just a bomb? I’m telling you, that’s not true!”

“Then, what is it?”

“Of course, the ghost of Gyeongseong learned the magic from the mountain spirit of Geumgangsan and summoned a huge fire ghost to burn down the Jongno Police Station and melt it.”

“Even dog whining should be done within limits!”

“What?! What the heck!”

Anyway… … . The mystery of Gyeongseong’s ghost caught the attention of the people of Gyeongseong… … . no, the people of Joseon… … . no! It was enough to capture the attention of people from other countries, not just Joseon.

* * *

Moscow, the capital of the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic.

In Lubyanka Square, which can be said to be the most central area in Moscow, there was a beautiful building.

Inside a splendid building rarely seen even in poor and backward Russia.

There was a secret conversation going on there.

“The ghost of Gyeongseong is alive?”

“Yes, I heard that today, the newspapers in Gyeongseong are rushing to publish extra editions.”

“Hmm… … . I heard he died… … . Was that wrong information?”

“I don’t know about that. In any case, the Government-General of Korea officially announced that the Ghost of Gyeongseong had died.”

“Then it could be that the new being has called itself the Ghost of Gyeongseong.”

“We are also considering that possibility on our side… … . I think it would be better to send an agent to the site for a detailed investigation.”

Felix Dzerzhinsky.

A Soviet politician and the legendary father of the Communist secret police and political police, he transformed the Soviet intelligence service from a wasteland after the revolution and the Civil War into an entity that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the world’s leading intelligence agencies in just a few years.

He was born a Polish nobleman, a person who was looked down on in Russia, but he rose to the position of director of the Soviet State Politburo through his own abilities.

No, to be exact, he is the person who created the All-Russian Committee for Suppressing Counter-Revolutionary Sabotage, commonly known as the Cheka (Чека), the predecessor of the Soviet State Politburo.

He dealt with counter-revolutionary forces active within the Soviet Union and those in collusion with Western powers such as the British Empire, the United States, and France, and he was also the person who actively dealt with Lenin’s political abilities whenever they were questioned, allowing Lenin’s Communist Party to be firmly established in the Soviet Union.

In other words, he was a living legend in the world of espionage during this era and could be called the father of the Soviet intelligence agency that made the West tremble in fear.

But now.

Such a person showed interest in the ghost of Gyeongseong.

“The Ghost of Gyeongseong… … That guy is controlling the Japanese Empire on his own without anyone’s support.”

“Yes, Comrade Director.”

“I think I gave Victoria the order to recruit that agent to our side last time. What happened to that?”

“Oh, please refer to report number 13.”

“Number 13… … . Number 13… … . Here it is.”

Dzerzhinsky briefly glanced over the report in silence.

Then he frowned and asked his aide.

“Is this a person who strongly rejects socialism and communism?”

“Yes, that’s right. I think it’s because of a memory from a previous incident.”

“I don’t know what the incident was.”

“I personally investigated it, and… … It’s clean.”

“hmm?”

Dzerzhinsky showed interest in the word clean.

“Clean? Are you saying the past is completely empty?”

“Yes, Comrade Director.”

“Huh… … . I see.”

Dzerzhinsky was interested in the ghost of Gyeongseong.

“I’ve seen a lot of people with turbulent pasts… … but when it comes to people who are completely clean with nothing in them, there are usually two cases.”

“What is the case? I will listen, Comrade Director.”

“Either you’ve lived a truly miserable life without having to record your past… … . If not… … .”

Dzerzhinsky’s eyes turned to the large world map hanging on the wall of the director’s office.

Among them, he headed to Europe, and even in Europe, he headed to the UK, an island country located on the opposite side of Russia.

“Someone must have intentionally erased the past.”

“… … !”

“Anyway, we need to look into it.”

Dzerzhinsky took out the Politburo roster from among the many piles of papers on his desk and glanced through it briefly.

“Where should we look… … . Who would be good… … ?”

It seemed as if he was simply looking through the directory for fun, but Dzerzhinsky already had the personal information of all the Soviet State Politburo agents in his head, so he could tell who was who just by looking at their faces.

That’s why selecting the right person for this job could be done just by looking through the list of candidates.

“Hmm… … . If possible, I think it would be better to send Victoria again… … .”

“But if you send the same agent to the same place again, the agent’s identity may be revealed.”

“So you’re saying that the Japanese Empire might be aware of our informant?”

“Yes, Comrade Director.”

But Dzerzhinsky didn’t care.

“Then, just in case, let’s deploy one more assistant to assist Victoria.”

“What do you mean by assistant…?”

The pages of the book that were quickly turning in Dzerzhinsky’s hands stopped at one point.

Lavrenty Pavlovich Beria, temporary head of the Georgian branch.

“I like this guy.”

“Are you Beria, the temporary branch manager of Georgia?”

“He is a man of outstanding ability, but he is a man of many unnecessary greed. Now that he is about to become the branch manager, let’s see if he can suppress his desires with his loyalty to the party and the country one last time.”

“Okay. Then I will order Beria to be transferred to the Far East branch.”

Dzerzhinsky threw down the list of names and buried himself in the pile of papers again, giving his final order.

“I’ll also tell Victoria in the US to finish building her intelligence network and return to her home country after this is the last thing she does.”

And he didn’t forget to add a word that was either a soliloquy or a warning.

“The jewel of the Politburo, who never knew failure, seems to have lost his mind after living in a capitalist country for a long time.”

“… … .”

The aide saluted silently and left the room.

And as soon as I left the director’s office, I was out of breath and sweating like a runner who had just finished a marathon.

* * *

And then, back to Heungnam.

The atmosphere in Heungnam was extremely chaotic.

No, it was so… so dizzy that it was hard to describe with the word messy.

-Bang! Bang bang!

“Navy guys… … . I knew it!”

“I never trusted those guys in the first place!”

“For now, let’s focus on getting out of here! At least one of us has to get to Hamheung alive!”

A group of army soldiers were being chased by the navy.

The two groups fired indiscriminately at each other, one group running away and the other chasing after them.

“Catch him!”

“Don’t let them get away!”

How did this happen?