NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 213
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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 213
Secondhand transaction (1)
Every freedom comes with a price.
People take for granted that the freedom they are given always exists and that everyone else enjoys it equally.
But the freedom they enjoy is a constant thirst for blood.
In the end, someone has to bleed and make sacrifices so that others can enjoy complete freedom.
“Isn’t that right, buddy?”
“… … .”
“answer.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Right? We really do have a lot in common.”
Office of the head of the Asian branch of the Soviet Politburo in Vladivostok.
The branch manager’s office, decorated with furniture and fixtures stolen from the nobility during the Russian Empire when luxury was at its peak, was the pinnacle of luxury, reminiscent of a palace.
And in this splendid room, the head of the Asian branch of the Soviet Politburo, half-bald from a young age, was lying face down on the floor.
An oriental man was sitting on his back.
“Are you tired? Why are you shaking so much?”
“Oh, no.”
“Um… … . How far did I come?”
Beria answered in a trembling voice.
“We have a lot in common… … .”
“Oh, that’s right.”
The reason I came to see Beria like this is not just because I wanted to harass him.
I think it’s true that I don’t have a very good personality, but I’ve never intentionally tried to harass people!
They all did things that deserved to be hit, so I just hit them each with love.
Anyway, the reason I came to see Beria like this is not to harass him, but for another reason.
First of all, I was sure that the brilliant Beria would do something to Ivana, who was carrying a wiretapping device, to spy on me.
Secondly.
“I need some money?”
“What do you mean by money…?”
When Beria tilted his head, pretending not to know, I left my handprint on his head without hesitation.
-Clap! Clap! Clap!
“Ruble, you little punk. Ruble. You got the money from the higher-ups to do some secret work? Let me borrow that.”
“That’s a bit… … . It’s difficult for us to just use the funds that came down from above.”
Beria looked embarrassed at the request for money.
This was understandable, since the newly established Soviet Politburo branch in Vladivostok had just been reorganized and was relatively small in size compared to other locations.
Since it was quite far from the center, there wasn’t much support money, and even then, there wasn’t much money left over to compensate the agents who had sacrificed themselves at my hands.
“That’s why I asked you to do it.”
“……yes?”
Beria looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.
“joke.”
“… … .”
“Smile.”
Beria forced a smile.
But the look he gave me was full of venom.
“Out loud.”
-match!
I put my handprint on Beria’s snow-white hair.
Every time I hit it, it felt like it was sticking to my hand, and I wondered if I would become addicted to this taste.
“Ahahaha! Hahahaha! Ehhahahaha!”
“You’re so gross, man.”
-match.
“… … .”
Beria looked up at me with a look of extreme resentment.
“Hmm… … . If that’s the case here, then there’s nothing I can do.”
“Then you’re not going to accept it… … ?”
“No, I’ll take it.”
“… … ?”
Beria looked at me with an expression that said, “What kind of kid is this?”
“Instead, just don’t ask for it.”
“then……?”
“How about I buy all the dollars and rubles we have at a 1 to 1 ratio without limit?”
“Unlimited purchases?”
For a moment Beria’s thoughts stopped.
This was because the conditions were too good.
All diplomatic relations established by the Russian Empire since the founding of the Soviet Union were severed.
No, it would be more correct to say that it is not just a state of severance, but a state of international ostracism where all diplomatic relations have been severed.
From the beginning, Western countries did not welcome the Soviet Union, which put socialism at the forefront, and they were even frothing at the mouth when the Soviet Union invaded Eastern Europe during the last Red-White Civil War.
There, socialists around the world, greatly stimulated by the rise of the Soviet Union, took action simultaneously, and political and social chaos ensued… … There was no reason for the Western world to look favorably on the Soviet Union.
As a result, the Soviet Union was internationally isolated.
Of course, economically, the allure of the huge market that was the Soviet Union led to trade agreements with places like Germany, Italy, Britain, and Norway, but until now, everyone looked at the Soviet Union with suspicion.
As a result, the Soviet Union was always short of foreign currency.
The civil war destroyed almost all of Russia’s social infrastructure and caused catastrophic damage to Russia’s already fragile industrial infrastructure.
As a result, most of the industrial products currently on the Soviet market were not Soviet products but were imported from Western countries such as Germany and Britain.
What this means is:
“Right now, more foreign currency is flowing out of the Soviet Union than is coming in.”
“… … Not to that extent.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Of course, it wasn’t to the point where the country was shaken by this, but it was still a concern even among the upper echelons of the Soviet Union.
The Soviet Union in its original history sought a way out through limited capitalism and improved diplomatic relations with Germany and China.
And then Stalin came along and overhauled the Soviet Union’s constitution, revived heavy industry, and helped the country escape from these troubles.
But now?
There is no such thing.
There is only a poor country that has just finished its civil war and is licking the deep wounds left by the great war and civil war.
“So you’re always short on funds?”
“… … .”
“Okay. I’ll exchange the ruble for the dollar at a rate of 1 to 3 with my loan service.”
“So… … you’re saying you’ll exchange 10 rubles for 30 dollars?”
“huh.”
A deep suspicion flashed in Beria’s eyes.
“Why are you doing that?”
Beria learned that on this floor, trade is a service, and that the interests of the nation take precedence over emotions.
But the psychopath who was making a name for himself in this world said he would do him a favor.
How can you believe this?
“Why? You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it… … . It’s… … .”
“Oh, I doubt my intentions. Is that what you want to say now?”
“… … .”
Beria neither confirmed nor denied.
But his silence answered the question.
“Ha, this kid is giving me goosebumps?”
-Clap! Clap!
Beria’s head was pounded like a drum.
The feel of it fitting comfortably in my hand was just amazing.
“Yeah, there’s no such thing as a free lunch. I’m not a philanthropist, and I’m not crazy enough to help redheads like you.”
“… … .”
Beria flinched at the somewhat sharp expression.
“But you know… … . Even though I don’t like communists, I have a lot of friends who are communists.”
This is real.
There was a time in the past when I would fight with my friends all day long, and then after work, we would often hang out and try to get information from each other.
Of course, this was all an old story.
“So I want our Korean friend to rise to a high position in the Federation… … In South Korea, we call this mutual assistance.”
“Mutual assistance?”
“It means helping each other.”
“… … Then, you.”
“Hey, who is this unkempt brat calling you?”
-match!
At some point, a red mark in the shape of my palm was deeply engraved on Beria’s head.
“… … Then, what should I call you?”
“What should I call you? Guess what.”
“……teacher?”
-match!
“Elder… … .”
-Clap! Clap!
“……comrades?”
“Well, that sounds nice.”
I stood up and spoke to Beria, who was giving me a resentful look.
“This is my first deal, so I’m giving you a discount. Do you know what I mean?”
“… … .”
Beria looked like he didn’t know.
“Arai.”
-match!
“I heard that the Soviet Politburo is also starting to run out of overseas operation funds. It would be great if someone could help us in this situation, right? Right? Yes?”
“… … .”
“When the opportunity comes, grab it. Okay? Okay?”
“yes.”
With this much explanation, Beria would have taken care of the rest.
I almost set the table and even gave him a spoon, but if he couldn’t even eat, it would be better for him to just die.
The subsequent transactions were a breeze.
“But… … . Comrade, are you really able to raise that much money?”
“Why? Do you think I can’t do it?”
“That’s not it… … . It’s not just a penny or two… … .”
Beria doubted my ability to raise funds.
Even I would be suspicious of a government in exile that is not recognized internationally and is stuck in a rural area, and would be suspicious of the fact that it could embezzle this much money.
but.
“If I said I would bring it, then I will bring it.”
“… … .”
“Do you doubt me?”
“no.”
I was confident that, even if I didn’t know about the West, there wouldn’t be many people in the East, especially in Northeast Asia, who would doubt my words after hearing my name.
“Let’s make sure the deal is done. Don’t fool around during the deal; it won’t be fun.”
“yes…….”
“If you don’t have enough money, you can also take guns and ammunition. If possible, please take those captured from the Japanese during the last civil war.”
“Oh, yes.”
Beria took out his notebook and wrote down the terms of my deal one by one.
“Then, thank you for your hard work.”
“Yes, please take a look, comrade.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Coming back out onto the street, I naturally took a cigarette in my mouth and looked around to see if anyone was following me.
Fortunately, Beria was a somewhat perceptive guy and didn’t get caught.
Beria didn’t think I had that much money.
But I guess he had an idea that I could somehow come up with that kind of money.
‘You little brat… … You’re just being so suspicious.’
As expected, it was a sharp insight befitting a figure who would rise to the Soviet leadership ranks in the near future with his possessed tightrope walking and information power.
As he said, I don’t have a single dollar right now.
but.
‘Then, I should send a telegram to Shanghai.’
You can take as many pictures as you want.
* * *
“Ugh… … . I’m dying… … .”
“Oh, my nose is freezing because of the strong smell of the medicine.”
“Even if I eat noodles, there is no smell… … .”
“I’m dying… … .”
An alley in Shanghai.
In front of a huge mansion that looked like a palace, a small noodle shop was standing with several Koreans eating noodles with tired expressions on their faces.
“Should we just run away?”
“Run away? Can I run away from here and avoid Baekbeom’s eyes?”
“Arthur, before you can even get out of Shanghai, you’ll get shot to death by police officers in a back alley.”
“Even the Shanghai mafia don’t come near this area.”
“… … .”
The Koreans crowded around the noodle shop sighed deeply.
“If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have made a deal with that bastard Sasaki… … .”
“If only I hadn’t been fooled by the words that Hyunbae hyung would help me make some money… …!”
“Why are you talking about me here? I’m having a hard time with you guys right now!”
“Ah. That’s what they say. That’s what they say.”
“You got some bones in your mouth, you little punk?”
“What do you want me to do? If you don’t like it, then hit me. Since it’s come to this, I’ll just get hit and rest for a few days.”
“… … .”
-Tink, tink.
“Welcome”
The Koreans who were bickering like that all shut their mouths without saying a word when a person in a black suit entered the store.
Then he looked at the person’s expression.
“This is a message from the teacher. A new quantity has been ordered, so please check it and send it to Manchuria by next Monday. That’s it.”
The man in the black suit said what he wanted to say and left the store.
“… … Are you from the police department?”
“Who is that Korean guy walking around like that in Shanghai?”
“Haa… … . I guess I’ll die again by next Monday… … .”
Those who once tried to overthrow the Shanghai Provisional Government as Sasaki’s spies headed back to work, soothing their sorrowful hearts with a bowl of warm, salty soup.
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