NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 210



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 210

Drunkard (2)

“Have you eaten?”

“I ate a lot before coming here.”

Kim Sang-ok’s face, whom we met again a year after meeting in Gyeongseong last year, looked very comfortable.

“I heard quite a bit of news about this teacher from over the shoulder. I heard you killed the Governor-General of Joseon not long ago?”

“Well… … that’s just how it turned out while I was working. Is it because I’m good?”

“Hahaha, I should show this teacher’s humility to those who say that the ghost of Gyeongseong is arrogant.”

“No problem.”

During this time, Kim Sang-ok stayed in the Shanghai Provisional Government and took on the role of a problem solver, handling various affairs of the Provisional Government.

For example, a problem solver who resolves conflicts by sticking a knife under the head of a French policeman who keeps pestering the provisional government by demanding money, or by visiting his family and making them realize the weight of being a father.

Recently, he has been actively participating in the restructuring of Uiyoldan led by Kim Won-bong, and is currently working as an information agent under the provisional government.

I have not been to Shanghai, so I do not know the exact situation there, but according to information from my people in Shanghai, Kim Won-bong seems to be thinking of reorganizing the loose association of Uiyoldan into an intelligence group and establishing it as one of the pillars of the provisional government.

‘I guess since the tiger called Syngman Rhee has disappeared, they must want to hold on to one axis.’

In a situation where the spirit of independence was running high, the invisible power struggle within the provisional government seemed to be heating up.

Well, I think it would be better to have a government system like we have now and repeat sophisticated political disputes and agreements rather than fighting over nothing like we used to.

Since politics is a process of repeated conflict and agreement, it would be good to start slowly accumulating that experience from now on.

Rather than just repeating internal strife while saying that independence is the priority now and that we should just cooperate first, and then being torn apart and causing chaos after independence, it would have been much better to discuss future conflicts from now on, prepare for them, and try to resolve them.

so.

“How are you, Mr. Yaksan?”

“How are you? When I told you that I had been summoned by you, you even offered me some good wine.”

“Alcohol… … . By the way, I heard that Mr. Yak-san has recently developed a hobby of making alcohol.”

“Yes, I heard that when our country becomes independent, we all want to pour a celebratory drink together.”

“Okay.”

Judging from the fact that Kim Won-bong had developed a hobby of brewing alcohol, it seemed that the provisional government’s food situation had improved significantly.

I was a little worried when I heard that people from all over Asia were flocking to the provisional government these days, but it seems that Mr. Lee Si-young, the Minister of Finance, is managing the finances well.

‘That’s right… … That’s because he was the one who fed that many people with that tiny amount of money.’

Either way, it feels good.

“But, teacher, why did you call me and my colleagues to the coastal region?”

“What… … . I’m also going to pickle something.”

“Oh, are you planning to make some alcohol too, sir?”

“No, I soak people instead of alcohol.”

“… … ?”

“Isn’t alcohol bad for your health?”

“???”

* * *

Recently, Beria was overcome by unbearable depression.

He was still in his youthful twenties, despite having entered menopause.

If you ask if it is because of the lack of sunlight unique to the Northern Hemisphere, the answer is no.

In the first place, Beria was a person of a position that allowed him to enjoy the limited amount of sunlight to his heart’s content.

“hmm…….”

“Comrade Branch Manager? Are you sleeping?”

“No… … . No… … .”

It was just because I was lacking sleep.

If someone asked him why he was sleep-deprived, Beria would raise his head and look at Gyeongseong.

He suffered from severe insomnia due to a series of machinations by the ghost of Gyeongseong, which led to a nervous breakdown.

“after…….”

“Comrade Branch Manager, why don’t you close your eyes for a moment? We’ll be guarding this place.”

“… … .”

Beria looked at the aide who had spoken.

His eyes were bloodshot from a long night’s sleep, and his pursed lips were swollen and covered in wounds.

Beria was at his breaking point and was in desperate need of a break.

“I wonder?”

So, I was interested in the aide’s suggestion, which I would have thought about a little under normal circumstances.

“Yes, please get some shut-eye. We will be standing guard outside the office.”

“Okay… … . Please… … .”

Beria, unable to overcome the overwhelming feeling of sleepiness, ordered his men to stand guard and then fainted.

When he opened his eyes a while later, everything around him was dark.

“?”

Beria looked around the dark room, then called his aide in great bewilderment.

“Sergey? Sergey!”

Then the door opened and a tired-faced assistant poked his head out.

“Did you call?”

“How much did I sleep?”

“Let’s see… … It’s ten o’clock in the afternoon now… … It looks like you’ve been sleeping for almost twelve hours.”

“… … .”

Beria got up from his seat with a clear head and a more refreshed mood than ever before.

Then, my muscles, which had been stiff from sitting on the chair for a long time, screamed.

“hmm…….”

“Comrade Branch Manager, if you wake up now, can we leave work now?”

Beria nodded slightly to his subordinates who had been taking care of his sleeping hours, showing them how good he was feeling right now.

After his subordinates left work, Beria also moved his body around, feeling lighter, and loosening his stiff muscles before heading home.

‘It’s so refreshing!’

Beria was on his way home from work, seriously considering whether he should also put guards on his private residence.

“Hey, bald!”

“?”

Beria turned around at the sound of someone calling him.

There stood a man covered from head to toe in a black coat and black fedora.

“I called Bald, why are you looking back? Are you bald?”

“… … .”

And then I realized that I had turned around at the word bald and my head started to heat up.

“Phew… … . Clean it up.”

“Yes, comrade.”

But Beria, who had no desire to lose his temper and go on a rampage on a fine day like today, ordered his bodyguard to deal with the foolish young man.

“If you’re drunk, go home quietly.”

“I know who that person is… … .”

“Lavrenty Berry.”

“!!!”

The bodyguards instinctively drew their pistols and aimed them at the unidentified person.

But the unidentified person paid no attention to the gun pointed at him and continued to say what he wanted to say.

“Berry! Didn’t you say last time that you would come to Gyeongseong or that I would come here?”

“… … The Ghost of Gyeongseong?”

“Tseup… … . It’s not a name I particularly like, but other people call me that.”

The unidentified figure took off his hat.

Then a middle-aged white man with blond hair and blue eyes appeared inside.

“… …Who are you?”

“I told you, it’s the ghost of Gyeongseong.”

“Lies! You’re fake!”

The ghost in Beria’s head was an Asian with a yellow face, not a white man with blond hair and blue eyes.

According to Victoria’s testimony, all the ghosts she has encountered so far have been young men in their 20s or 30s.

But the person in front of him now was a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s.

This is… … . This was something strange.

“Why don’t you believe it?”

“Don’t talk nonsense! You’re not a ghost.”

“That’s right, that’s what I mean.”

“Guards! Catch that bastard! If he resists, you can shoot him… .”

-bang!

As soon as Beria’s order was given, sparks flashed in the dark alley and Beria’s bodyguard fell.

And as Beria’s bodyguard fell, one by one, people wearing strange, smiling masks came out of the alley and surrounded Beria.

“I told you last time, if you don’t come to Gyeongseong, I will come to you.”

“… … You’ve been harassing me since then!”

“I warned you to make the right decision.”

“Is killing our people a warning?”

“You are alive.”

The ghost smiled brightly.

“… … .”

“Now, Mr. Lavrenty Beria, head of the East Siberian branch of the State Politburo of the Soviet Union?”

“… … .”

“I don’t know how you are ready to talk to me.”

Beria looked around.

All he could see were people wearing masks.

He is trapped in this wide avenue.

It was late at night so there was no one passing by.

Even if a police officer on night patrol had heard the gunshots, it was unlikely he would be able to provide much help.

“First of all, it’s a bit awkward to talk in a place like this… … Should we move to a different seat?”

“… … .”

Beria had no choice.

“Take it.”

“Yes, comrade.”

-puck!

Beria fell unconscious with a strong shock to the back of his head.

* * *

-Whew.

A coastal warehouse in the port of Vladivostok, where a cold wind blows.

Here, about fifteen people were gathered in groups of three or four, lighting fire to drums and warming up their frozen bodies.

And in front of them was a bald man with his neck sticking out of a drum, and a person sitting on a chair in front of him and watching.

“Write… … .”

“Should I wake you up?”

“Just leave it alone. If you splash cold water on it in this weather, it’ll freeze to death.”

“Oh, I see.”

Kim Sang-ok nodded as if he understood and scribbled something in his notebook.

“… … Why are you writing like that?”

“I am writing down the teacher’s teachings.”

“Teaching? I’ve never taught anything.”

“Originally, learning comes more from observing than from being taught directly.”

“okay.”

Kim Sang-ok was burning with a passion for learning, as if he was trying to suck out all my secrets.

“But what do you plan to do about this guy? Even though this place is less under the influence of the Soviet government, wouldn’t kidnapping a high-ranking government official like this cause problems for the local people?”

“If we don’t train, we’ll have problems.”

“Does that mean that this situation can be resolved?”

I quietly looked back at Kim Sang-ok.

“I will train you. But it won’t be me. It will be someone else.”

“Huh? What is that… … .”

“Umm… … .”

While he was chatting briefly with Kim Sang-ok, Beria woke up from a deep sleep groaning.

“Ugh… … . My head… … .”

“Are you awake? You’ve been waiting for a long time.”

“… … Where is this place?”

Beria looked around, realized that something was not right with his body, and looked down at himself.

He realized that he was trapped inside a drum filled with cement and began to struggle.

“What the heck is this! Can’t you solve this quickly?!”

“Why? I just tied it up for a little while.”

“Well, now that you know who I am… … I think you can survive even if you oppose the Federation!”

“Oh, why do you all say the same thing? I know who you are, and I know very well that the high-ranking officials in Moscow will not step forward if you die alone.”

I smiled broadly and thumped Beria’s desolate head like a drum.

-Clap! Clap! Clap!

“How does it feel to be trapped for once after having thrown people into the sea like this?”

“… … .”

“I won’t answer. It’s okay! The night is long.”