NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 212



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 212

Drunkard (4)

‘Fuck… … . To a guy like that… … .’

Beria suppressed his anger by holding an ice pack to his swollen cheek.

As the pain in my cheek grew, so did my anger and hatred towards the ghost.

‘How dare you… … . How dare you… … . How dare you!’

Beria trembled with anger as he recalled his past struggles to survive.

‘I wouldn’t feel satisfied even if I tore him to pieces… …!’

But Beria smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.

‘Ghost of Gyeongseong, contrary to what I’ve heard, people are actually quite innocent.’

Beria laughed at the ghost of Gyeongseong who believed the words he had uttered to survive and released him.

He boasted that he would give everything he had to the ghost in order to survive, but it was only to save his life in the short term.

‘If you thought I was really going to listen to all that, you were very mistaken.’

Beria rather intended to use this to catch the ghost.

‘I’ll call him in to support him… … and then I’ll gather people and attack him all at once. Then, the situation will be over.’

Beria smiled wickedly.

“Kukuk… … Khahahahaha… … Ouch… … .”

But his laughter didn’t last long.

The moment he opened his mouth to laugh, the pain in his cheek, where the ice pack had been pressed, came rushing back.

“Umm… … .”

While Beria suppressed the pain in his cheek and planned to capture the ghost of Gyeongseong that had made him like this.

-dripping.

“who is this?”

“Comrade Victoria has arrived.”

“Victoria?”

Suddenly Victoria came to see him.

‘What’s going on?’

I received the regular report she gave me last time, and she didn’t ask me to do anything else.

There, Victoria hated Beria terribly, and Beria also hated her, so it is unlikely that she came to see him privately.

So what’s left is that she came here because she had something to report… … Whatever it was, if she had something to tell him, it was best to just listen to her.

“Tell them to come in.”

-Bam.

The door opened and Victoria came in.

The man who usually had a playful smile and a gentle yet playful tone that would tease Beria was more serious than ever today.

“Comrade Branch Manager.”

“What’s going on?”

“I heard that you had a misfortune last night.”

“Huh, are you worried about me and came looking for me?”

“Where did we ever worry about each other’s health? If you ever thought that, I’m sorry. I never thought that way.”

“… … .”

Beria was irritated by Victoria’s words and actions that had been scratching at his insides since morning.

“What? Are you here to declare war on me? Huh? If you ever want to end your life by being dragged into a back alley on a dark night, I’ll be happy to take you.”

“Well, you never know who might get dragged away.”

Victoria pressed something black in her hand.

Then Beria’s voice was heard from somewhere.

[Seo, sir! If you wish, sir, I will kidnap our Federation’s confidential information and funds, and if necessary, even Japanese businessmen operating in Manchuria! Please just spare my life!]

Last night.

The memory of last night, which Beria wanted to forget the most, was replayed.

-Beep.

Victoria smiled.

Beria, on the other hand, froze, forgetting even to rub his cheek.

“You behaved well.”

“… … What is this?”

Beria tried to act as if nothing had happened and held the weight.

But instead of answering, Victoria pressed the button again.

-Beep.

[I don’t want to die like this! I don’t want to die like this! I’m not a person who deserves to die like this! Please, please spare this worthless guy just this once!!!]

This time, Beria’s evil-possessed voice was heard.

The owner of the voice’s face hardened and his cheeks trembled slightly.

“… … .”

“There are a few more, should I tell you?”

“… … .”

Beria’s head turned quickly.

As far as he could remember, Victoria wasn’t there yesterday.

But now, his voice flowed from the strange object she was holding in her hand last night.

‘Did you record it in advance?’

But for that to be the case, the object Victoria was holding in her hand was too small to fit a large LP record.

and.

‘The sound is so clear.’

Recording in this era was limited by the analog method, so no matter how good the equipment was, there was bound to be some noise.

But the voice Victoria heard sounded clearer, as if she was hearing it from the side.

‘If you recorded it there, there’s no way I wouldn’t know.’

Beria swears to heaven that he never saw a tape recorder or anything like that there.

But the next day, his own voice is recorded.

‘How did this happen?’

No, more importantly.

‘Why does this bitch have this?’

Beria’s eyes lit up.

Victoria was still smiling.

“I think the director will really like it if I tell him this. What do you think?”

“… … What do you want?”

“You know what I want from you, Comrade Branch Manager.”

“… … .”

She didn’t want Beria to hang around anymore.

To be more precise.

“I wish you wouldn’t meddle in what I do.”

“… … What specifically do you want me to do?”

“Shouldn’t that be something that the branch manager should think about?”

-Beep.

[I will give up the Federation and the people! Just save them!]

Victoria once again brought up Beria’s disgrace, confirming who has the upper hand now.

“If there’s any nonsense coming from above… … . Just know that I won’t die alone.”

“… …Keep that in mind.”

That moment.

Beria was convinced.

‘That girl has the contents of the conversation I had with the ghost of Gyeongseong… …. Does that mean she was hiding somewhere that day and eavesdropping on our conversation?’

‘And something I’m seeing for the first time… … . No matter how I look at it, it’s not something that is used within our Federation.’

That means it is something brought in from outside.

‘Is it imported from America?’

Victoria has been active in the US for a long time, so it won’t be difficult for her to access things there.

In the US, new products are popping out every day, so there’s no guarantee that something like that won’t exist…

‘If something like that had been made in the US, our Politburo would have heard about it.’

If there was anything that seemed useful in information warfare, it was the Soviet Politburo that had to be sought after.

But he himself did not hear this news from the Politburo.

‘Then what’s left is… … .’

The Ghost of Gyeongseong.

That’s all.

It’s hard to believe, but he was already actively using masks made with unknown technology to hide his identity.

According to reports, expressions such as “incomprehensible” or “as if by magic” often appear, and it is said that seemingly impossible things were accomplished.

‘So, a small recorder like that… … No, should I say a player? Anyway, it wouldn’t be strange to have one or two things like that.’

So, to conclude:

The two women in front of him are in some kind of transactional relationship with the ghost of Gyeongseong.

“I see.”

Beria collected his thoughts and weighed himself again.

“Don’t do that.”

Victoria felt puzzled by Beria’s sudden change in mood, but she didn’t want to talk to him any further, so she packed her things and left the room.

“Okay, see you later.”

“Let me think about that.”

Beria calmed his trembling heart as he watched Victoria go out into the street through the window.

‘Victoria, if you follow that woman, you’ll get one step closer to the ghost of Gyeongseong!’

It was never shameful to bend one’s knees for a moment.

Didn’t countless heroes throughout history kneel down in difficult situations, but then stand up again one day?

Beria thought so too and called his aide.

“Dmitry.”

“Yes, Comrade Branch Manager! Did you call me?”

“How many agents are waiting in the branch right now?”

“Uh… … Are you talking about the field agents?”

“Okay, how many people?”

“It would be around seven.”

“What? Is that all you can do?”

The aide hesitated and answered.

“That… … . We are all outside investigating the kidnapping of our branch manager last night.”

“What? I never gave such an order.”

“that is…….”

“Who gave that order? Was it Victoria?”

“Um… … . That’s… … .”

The aide hesitated and trailed off.

Beria’s scolding poured down on him.

“Who gave such an order!”

“Um… … I did it.”

“what?”

For a moment, Beria looked as if he had been hit in the head.

Then, soon, his face turned red again and he got angry.

“Why are you doing something I didn’t ask you to do… …!”

“You have absolutely no sense.”

“What, what?”

As the aide took off his hat and something stuck to his face, the Korean I had seen at the coastal warehouse the night before jumped out.

“Ta-da.”

“… … .”

Beria was so shocked that he forgot to rub the ice pack on his cheek.

“Why are you so surprised? Huh? It’s like you got caught committing a crime.”

“Hey, how is it… …?”

“I came in through the main gate.”

“… … .”

The Ghost spoke to Beria as if he were an old friend.

“What’s wrong? You’re acting like a brat who’s about to get in trouble.”

“… … .”

* * *

A dock in Shanghai.

As soon as the ship reached port, people started to disembark like a flock of sheep heading back to the stable.

And among them was a Frenchman who had failed to secure a first-class ticket and was caught up in this terrible crowd.

“Eugyagyaggy!!”

Now, a Frenchman who had just arrived in Shanghai set foot in Shanghai, carrying a large suitcase in his arms and being pushed around by people.

“Kyaaaaah!!! You crazy bastards! Keep some order!”

The Frenchman was thoroughly disgusted by this disorder, which made him feel as if he had come home, but he could not get off this express train to hell.

It was a long time after he got off the boat that he managed to escape the crowd.

“Ahhh… … . Where am I… … .”

A Frenchman who had been swept away by the crowd and ended up in an unfamiliar place shook off his crumpled clothes, put on his half-off shoes, and looked around.

But if you look around here, you see Asians, if you look around there, you see Asians.

There were just people who all looked similar.

First, he looked for his wallet to fill his hungry stomach, but his wallet was also swept away in the terrible crowd and was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m screwed.”

The Frenchman let out a small sigh.

Then he took out a notebook from his pocket and started checking the things he had to do.

“After stopping by the embassy, ​​I stayed at the accommodations provided there and got local information… … .”

“Are you a tourist?”

“?”

Fabian, who had been muttering to himself, took a step back in slight bewilderment when an Asian spoke to him in fluent French.

“Who, who are you?”

Fabian, a field agent for the Asian branch of the French Intelligence Service, had no idea that he would be hearing his native language so far to the east, and especially from an Asian rather than a Westerner.

The old oriental man, unaware of such circumstances, answered calmly while biting the gompaengdae.

“I asked because you came into this alley with a troubled expression on your face.”

“Ahem… … .”

It was true that Fabian was in trouble.

He got lost, and in that horrible crowd, he was robbed of all his money, perhaps by a pickpocket.

-Gulp.

“Is it pre-meal yet?”

“… … .”

“It’s almost mealtime for us, how can I tell them to put down one more spoon?”

“That… that’s okay.”

-Gulp.

“It’s not okay. What. Just take a bite and go.”

The old man grabbed Fabian’s hand and pulled him toward him.

Fabian was also hungry from being swept up in the crowd and bumping into things, so he pretended to be helpless and followed the old man.

however.

‘… … ?’

There was something strange about the place the old man took me to.

Not only were there flags I had never seen before hanging all over the building, but there were also photos of faces I had seen before leaving for this place hanging on the walls.

“Okay, they’re all here.”

When Fabian arrived at the place where the old man’s hand had led him, a group of people in black suits were gathered together, waiting for Fabian.

“Elder? What is going on here?”

“It’s nothing special, I brought this French kid here because he was talking about the embassy outside and researching local information.”

“Is that so?”

And among them, before he headed to China.

At the Vietnam branch, there was a person sitting who I had only seen in pictures.

The name is… … .

“Kim Won-bong?”

“You know me. Then, this conversation will be easier.”

The large man roughly forced Fabian to his knees and put a gun to his head.

“Where are you and what do you do?”

“… … .”

Fabian already wanted to go home.