NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 209



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 209

Drunkard (1)

Strange things have been happening around Beria lately.

It was quite common for things to move out of their original positions or for a few documents to go missing, but even so, there was an instance where I woke up from a short nap to find a dagger stuck in my desk.

“… … What is this?”

“Uh… … . It looks like a military bayonet.”

“What I mean is, why is this stuck here?”

“I don’t know about that either.”

“If you don’t know, who will?”

The assistant tilted his head as if he didn’t know.

Naturally, the assistant was taken to the Truth Room and subjected to intensive interrogation.

But the information that I need to get out doesn’t come out… … .

“He died?”

“Yes, yes, that’s right.”

“No, why? What happened? I don’t think the interrogation was that harsh… … .”

“That, that… … It looks like someone killed him by stabbing him in the neck with a dagger.”

“?”

The dagger that the investigators brought as evidence was identical to the one that had been stuck in Beria’s desk the other day.

Isn’t that amazing?

Beria was like that too.

‘Is someone after me?’

When Beria realized that someone was after him, he immediately began to prepare for it.

He had been working as a field agent for the Cheka several years ago, hunting down numerous reactionaries and was promoted to branch manager for his achievements.

That is to say, he was also a person with some level of expertise in this type of work.

‘I don’t know who it was, but I messed with the wrong person.’

One by one, people who could do something like this passed through Beria’s mind.

The Japanese Empire, the United States, the Chinese warlords, the reactionary forces within Russia… … there was ample reason to suspect anyone, but the most suspicious of all.

‘The Ghost of Gyeongseong.’

A mysterious figure about whom little information has been revealed.

It was the ghost of Gyeongseong.

‘It seems like he holds a grudge against me and is doing this.’

Beria snorted in laughter.

‘No matter how great I am, I’m only at the level of an expert in espionage in Asia, which is still just beginning to take its first steps.’

Beria was full of confidence inside.

It couldn’t be helped, because even when he was working as a field agent, violence, assassinations, and terrorism were rampant throughout Russia.

He is a person who worked hard to protect the people’s country from vicious reactionaries who could not forget the past and to achieve success ((important)).

The number of rebels he captured alone would easily fill three or four villages.

Although they may not have all been reactionaries, it is true that Beria’s inaction helped the Georgian region quickly regain stability.

‘This is a challenge for me, who has been fighting against Western scum and vicious reactionaries… … It’s refreshing.’

Beria was full of confidence.

He was smirking at the thought that this time he would finally catch the veiled ghost of Gyeongseong, unmask him, and break that damned Victorian’s nose.

“… … .”

Until the next morning, when he found a dagger stuck next to his pillow.

“… …Who came in and out of my room last night?”

“There was no one.”

“Then, would you explain to me why there was this dagger stuck at my bedside?”

“That, that’s something I’m also good at… … .”

“Hoo… … . Take me.”

“Comrade Beria? Comrade Branch Manager! Comrade!!!”

This kind of thing happened over and over again.

Wherever Beria went, dark stares followed him, and his stomach always hurt after eating.

One time, he had a suspicious feeling and filtered the food he had left behind, and his aide, who ate the food he had left behind, complained of pain and then died.

“… … .”

From that day on, Beria could not sleep at night.

No, to be exact, I couldn’t close my eyes.

I couldn’t close my eyes because I was worried that I might not wake up the next day if I did.

“Comrade Branch Manager, it’s lunch time.”

“Try it.”

“yes?”

“Take a bite.”

He even made his aide try the meals he usually ate at least once.

But what drives him madder than this is… … .

“… … No trace?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Don’t lie. There were definitely some unknown footprints in my bedroom, but you say there was no sign of a break-in?!”

“No, it’s not a lie. Comrade Branch Manager, there really was no trace!”

“These useless guys!”

Even though it was clear that someone was periodically coming to his house and office to steal important documents and belongings, his subordinates were unaware of this.

This is something that really drives people crazy, and it is so clever that others may think it is just Beria’s illusion… … and it leaves traces in very small details.

For example, even in the case of a stack of documents, things that were originally disorganized and messy have now been organized a little, or when you put a document in a drawer, the corners of the document that were clearly sticking out are now inside the drawer, these are very small traces.

There was even a time when he painstakingly put back together, one by one, the documents that he had torn to shreds and thrown in the trash can and placed them on his desk.

‘That damn bastard… … .’

Beria tried his best to catch the ghost.

They released Politburo agents into Vladivostok, strengthened security checks, monitored every move of every citizen, and imprisoned anyone who appeared even slightly suspicious.

Even all the soldiers and field agents in the branch were made to watch each other, monitoring their every move.

But every night, his efforts were in vain.

There was always a sharp, pointy weapon, such as a dagger or an ice pick, stuck at his bedside.

No matter how hard I tried, nothing changed.

The ghost made gruesome threats to him every day, and showed no signs of stopping.

“… … .”

“Your complexion doesn’t look very good, Comrade Branch Manager.”

“… … Comrade Victoria.”

When we met again after two weeks, Victoria looked lively as always, but Beria looked more gloomy and depressed than usual.

Beria’s eyes were dark, like the rings on a tree, marking the periods of sleeplessness he had endured, and his skin had become flaky and saggy from the hardships he had endured.

It could be said that he was the type of person who would not be surprised if he died at any time.

“Your face doesn’t look very good. Are you worried or concerned about something?”

“… … .”

Victoria spoke as if she was concerned about him, but Beria saw the mockery and laughter hidden in her words.

‘Could it be that this damn bitch… …?’

For a moment, Beria suspected Victoria, but soon put his doubts aside.

‘No matter what, he’s not the kind of idiot who would stab his own comrade in the back… … If he had, Comrade Director would have taken that idiot down a long time ago.’

There’s Victoria, who is a great field agent, but her abilities lie in getting to know the target of her work, obtaining information, and building an intelligence network, not in infiltrating somewhere and conducting operations herself.

The footprints found in his home there were those of a man, not a woman.

“after…….”

“You’re even sighing this time. Are you so captivated by my beauty that your heart wavers?”

“I’m already feeling upset and irritated, so stop it.”

“What’s going on?”

“Every night these days… … . No.”

Beria almost confessed his worries to Victoria without realizing it, but he soon came to his senses and closed his mouth.

Since ancient times, secrets were something that should not be revealed even to a trusted comrade, or even to one’s wife.

Weaknesses should be kept in one’s own hands, not shared with others.

That was Beria’s belief.

“Does something happen every night?”

“… … What happened to the request to find out?”

“Okay. If you don’t plan on telling me, I’m not interested either~”

“Answer me.”

“Information about the ghost of Gyeongseong? Here it is.”

Victoria took a note out of the small handbag she usually carried and handed it to Beria.

“… … ? What is this?”

“Information about the ghost of Gyeongseong. You asked me to bring this to you.”

“Is this all… … ?”

“yes!”

“… … .”

Beria was seething inside, but he held it in and opened the note.

And I was quite shocked by what was written in it.

[Gender – Male, everything else unknown. Committing all sorts of terrorism against the Japanese Empire.]

“That’s it? Are you kidding me?!”

“When did I ever joke about working?”

“… … .”

It was just as she said.

Victoria was usually a bit of a mischievous woman, but that didn’t mean she was negligent in her work.

then.

‘That’s all the information I have here… … .’

Beria laughed in vain at the reality before his eyes.

‘Is this all we have about the man who turned the country upside down? Does that make sense?’

Beria sighed repeatedly, holding the note tightly in his hand.

Victoria, no, Ivana secretly laughed at Beria’s appearance.

* * *

“after…….”

“Ugh… … . It’s cold.”

“Let’s go in quickly.”

A tavern on the outskirts of Vladivostok.

This pub, which boasts the cheapest and worst tasting drinks in the area, is always packed with people.

Most of the people who come here are not there to enjoy alcohol, but simply to find fuel to warm their bodies.

Thanks to this, this place was mainly visited by farmers and workers living on the outskirts of Vladivostok rather than the wealthy, and among them, the proportion of Koreans was overwhelmingly large.

-Tink, tink.

Someone else opened the door and came into the tavern.

He was a Korean with jet-black hair and slightly sun-tanned copper skin.

“Come in.”

“Sir, give me a glass of the strongest one.”

“Are you going to bury yourself in it? Pay first. If you’re going to bury yourself in it, pay for the funeral expenses in advance.”

“What a surprise.”

What is unique is that the owner of this tavern was also a Korean.

“Ugh… … . It’s cold.”

“Master, did you turn on the stove inside?”

“Why? You want to drink inside?”

“Yeah, I’m freezing to death.”

“If you’re not going to buy it for me, just drink it cold.”

“You’re being disappointing… … What’s the big deal about being a good compatriot? We should help each other and live together… … .”

“What about compatriots… … I’ve never seen a guy who says ‘compatriots’ on his lips who isn’t a conman.”

The tavern owner and the customer naturally continued their conversation and chatted away.

While they were drinking one or two glasses at a time, a customer whose face turned red and who must have been drunk grabbed his head and spoke to the owner.

“Oh my… … I’m dying… … I feel like my stomach is turning, can I have a glass of milk?”

“Milk? This is a bar, not a farm, man.”

“But I’ll have a drink, right?”

“It exists.”

“Then, just give me one drink.”

“Take it straight from the fridge and drink it.”

“Hey… … . Tsk tsk… … . Please give me that.”

The guest grumbled and opened the door behind the owner and went into the kitchen.

And when the kitchen door closed, he looked around a couple of times, then pushed away the carpet on the floor and opened the small door underneath.

Then a ladder leading down to the basement appeared.

Kim Sang-ok of Uiyoldan carefully went down to the basement, holding his breath in case he made a sound.

When he came down to the basement, he was greeted by a large, well-organized room, unlike the shabby tavern, and the members guarding the entrance.

“Comrade Kim, it’s been a while.”

“Nice to meet you too, is the teacher inside?”

“Yes, I arrived an hour ago and waited for you, teacher.”

“Really? This is keeping the guests waiting.”

Kim Sang-ok went inside in a hurry.

Then last winter.

The young man I met in Gyeongseong was sitting there.

“It’s been a while, Mr. Kim.”

“It’s been a while, Mr. Lee.”