NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 254



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 254

American Dream (2)

America is the land of opportunity.

At least that’s what people think.

Everyone believes that they can make a living and succeed in this vast land… … but in reality, there are fewer people who succeed than elephants who can pass through the eye of a needle.

Theodore Roosevelt, who is sleeping in front of me now, was one of the few elephants who managed to squeeze through the eye of a needle.

Of course, the Roosevelt family came to America a long time ago, so strictly speaking, Theodore Roosevelt was not an immigrant… … .

“If you look at it that way, how many people in this country can be called indigenous?”

[Theodore Roosevelt 1858-1919]

Theodore Roosevelt, who sympathized with the Japanese Empire’s takeover of Joseon, lived a long life and passed away.

He was a man with the boldness and generosity that Americans love, and he was the one who enabled the United States, which was stuck in the Monroe Doctrine advocated by James Monroe, to expand into the vast Pacific Ocean.

In addition, the anti-monopoly law was used as a hammer to strike large corporations that had been acting as if the world was theirs.

In this way, both privately and publicly, Theodore Roosevelt was a man beloved by the American people.

No wonder he stood shoulder to shoulder with George Washington, the founding father of the United States, and Lincoln, the father of freedom, on Mount Rushmore.

“Use… … . Phew… … .”

I smoked a cigarette quietly in front of Roosevelt’s tomb.

I’m standing right in front of the tombstone, so Roosevelt’s body must be lying at my feet right now.

“What’s going on there? That’s not a place you can just go in. Come out right now… … .”

-bang.

“100 million!”

When the tomb guard saw me, he rushed over and tried to stop me, but was soon shot in the leg and fell to the ground.

I lit my own candle on Roosevelt’s grave.

-Chiiik.

The incense burner for him slowly burned down, releasing acrid smoke.

The security guard, who had fallen to the floor clutching his wound, opened his eyes wide and looked at me, seemingly oblivious to the pain.

“Oh, this is crazy… … This is really crazy.”

“It’s dangerous, white friend, stand back.”

“This, this crazy oriental monkey… … .”

-Keep going.

I silenced him by sticking five hundred dollar bills into his wound.

“Kuaaaak.”

As expected from a capitalist country, they kept their mouths shut in an instant after receiving money.

“My friend, it is an honor to witness this historic event from a first-class seat.”

“Ugh… … .”

I grabbed the guard by the scruff of the neck, dragged him a short distance from the grave, threw him in a suitable place, and left the cemetery.

And not long after that.

-bang!

There was a loud explosion and debris flew into the air.

* * *

[Shock! An unprecedented explosion occurred at the tomb of a former president!]

[The United States is under attack!]

[Dead Teddy wakes up again!]

[Cartoon showing Theodore Roosevelt waking up startled by the sound of an explosion.]

The day after the explosion.

Newspapers in the East, including New York, covered this news as breaking news, and it didn’t take long for the news to spread throughout the American continent.

Americans would gather in groups of two or three and talk about the recent terrorist attacks.

As the United States is a vast land, the number of people living there is also large, and each has different perspectives and thoughts based on race, religion, and culture, so it is difficult to organize what they generally talk about.

But whenever we had conversations about this topic, there was one topic that came up, and that was.

“who?”

“Why did you do that?”

It was.

“Fortunately or fortunately, the grave was dug up and the body was exposed, but it was not damaged.”

“So who detonated the bomb at the former president’s grave?”

“What kind of idiot would do something like that?”

Fortunately, there were witnesses to this incident.

[A brave cemetery caretaker testifies to what happened that day!]

“What happened at the cemetery that day?”

“I, I was patrolling the cemetery that day. I was thinking of having a beer with Frank after work. Oh, Frank’s my friend, and this guy is… … .”

“That’s enough about Mr. Frank, tell me more about what happened that day.”

“Oh, yes.”

The security guard who was shot in the leg was greatly embarrassed when he saw reporters suddenly rushing to the hospital, but he continued the interview as calmly as possible.

“Let me see… … I was on patrol and I was passing by Theodore Roosevelt’s grave. There used to be a fence there, but some Asian guy climbed over the fence and was stepping on Roosevelt’s grave.”

“Oriental? Can you tell me more about that?”

“Oh, an Asian guy… … . Yes, that’s right. When I approached the Asian guy and tried to stop him, he pulled out a gun and shot me in the leg first.”

The security guard said this while showing reporters the leg that was wrapped tightly in bandages.

“I thought my leg was going to be cut off, but thanks to the doctor at this hospital, the bullet missed all the dangerous parts… … .”

“A gun? What gun did you take out specifically?”

“… …It was a pistol.”

“A pistol? What model was it exactly?”

“Well… … Well, I don’t know enough about guns to tell you exactly what model it was, but… … It was clearly different from what I use or what I see around me.”

“Um… … . This is the first time I’ve seen a gun like this.”

While the other reporters were busy taking notes, one reporter raised his hand and asked the security guard.

“Donny Vermillion here with the New Vegas Times of Nevada! Is the gun the killer used on this list?”

A reporter whose face was nowhere to be seen from afar raised his hand, balled up a piece of paper, and threw it at the security guard.

The wad of paper landed in the guard’s hand as if it had been thrown by a baseball player, and naturally the guard unfolded the wad of paper and examined the various types of pistols printed on it, one by one.

Before the guard could even notice the pure white, high-quality paper he had never seen before, he found the gun he had seen in the photo printed on it.

“Ah! This is it! This is it!”

“What? Where!”

“Which one?!”

The security guard picked up a gun from a piece of paper and showed it to them, but because the photo was so small, the reporters naturally gathered right in front of the security guard.

As people rushed in all at once, the ward became crowded and chaotic, and eventually the police came out and stopped the reporters.

A reporter disappeared in the midst of all this chaos, but no one here cared about it.

* * *

[The pistol that shot the security guard turns out to be a Japanese-made Nambu pistol… … . Shocking!]

[Is the culprit Japanese?]

[The Japanese Embassy has no knowledge of this fact… …. Groundless.]

[Theodore Roosevelt’s Relations with the Empire of Japan.]

Syngman Rhee folded the newspaper neatly lengthwise and threw it on the table as he asked the young man.

“I thought your method only worked in Joseon, but it seems to work well in America too.”

“Wherever you go, aren’t people usually the same? Everyone sees what they want to see, and they think that’s the truth.”

“… … Still, there are also some who say that it is a bit of a stretch to say that the perpetrator of the Theodore Roosevelt tomb attack was a Japanese person.”

“Yes, that would be true. Not all Americans live with their brains out of their heads.”

The young man took a light sip of coffee.

Then he said with a frown.

“Why is the coffee so sweet?”

“It’s because Americans originally like sweet things.”

“Wow… Americans.”

Dr. Lee, who had been quietly watching the young man sip his coffee with a frown, asked him again.

“But I didn’t know that you would actually go to Theodore Roosevelt’s grave as I asked.”

“I did it because the feelings of betrayal and resentment that this doctor felt toward Roosevelt were similar to those felt by other Koreans.”

“I see.”

The doctor sighed lightly.

“In the past, I never understood people who acted like you. Rather, I thought that the more they did that, the worse the image of Koreans in the United States became, and it had a negative impact on international diplomacy.”

“Is that so? How did you change your mind now?”

“no.”

The doctor shook his head.

“I still firmly believe that sporadic acts of terror and assassination like this will only have a negative impact on the fight for independence.”

“okay.”

“But… … . Unlike your other comrades, you don’t end with terrorism and assassination, but rather try to use it.”

“Well, I do consider it a means rather than an end.”

The doctor thought carefully for a moment.

“In a way… … . Your actions seem no different from those of the mafia or gangs on the streets, but unlike them who are unruly and disorderly, you are restrained and orderly.”

“I am disappointed when you compare me to the thugs of the street.”

“If you just look at the actions, that’s what it is.”

The doctor asked him, fiddling with the disguise mask lying on the table.

“By the way, the more I look at it, the more curious it becomes. It’s an item that disguises Asians as white people.”

“Why? Would you like one too, Doctor?”

“Okay, my face is my ID card, so what’s the use of covering my face with something like this?”

“Oh, yes.”

The young man could only chuckle at his words, which were full of strong confidence in every word.

“Whew… … Now that I’ve taken care of one thing, I guess I should go and take care of the next thing.”

“What’s next?”

The young man got up from his seat and quickly grabbed his coat and hat.

“Yes, I’m going to meet the person that Dr. Lee mentioned last time.”

“Already? No, it’s only been a day since they detonated a bomb on Roosevelt’s tomb.”

“Originally, big events had to happen one after another so that they would not be forgotten by people.”

“But… … If Taft is also attacked after Roosevelt, the American government will immediately realize that the culprit is a Korean.”

The young man chuckled at the doctor’s advice.

“What if they suspect it? Will they reveal the secret agreement they made with the Japanese Empire in order to silence public opinion? No, it would be a good thing for us if they did.”

“Why?”

“Based on that, we can let the world know that the Japanese Empire’s rule over Korea was carried out in an unfair manner.”

“hmm…….”

As the young man put on his hat, the kind-looking young man disappeared, and in his place stood an evil and fearful grim reaper.

“Whether it’s public opinion or the U.S. government… … Either way, this game is ours to control.”

“Hmm… … . So that’s how it is again.”

“From diplomacy to war to operations… … the most important thing is not to be swayed by the board, but to lead the board.”

The young man checked his gun one last time.

The young man, who had confirmed that the magazine was fully loaded with bullets, smiled one last time and spoke to the doctor.

“It’ll be a bit noisy outside today, so please stay home and don’t wander around outside.”

“… … It’s a little scary when you say it like that.”

“Heh heh.”

“How many people do you plan to kill today?”

“well.”

The young man looked in the mirror.

There stood the ghost of Gyeongseong.

“I don’t know about the others… … but I can tell you for sure that one person will die.”

The young man finally adjusted the angle of his hat and went outside.