NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 259



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 259

American Dream (7)

At first glance, it seemed as if the chaos in America was deepening, but it was only a small disturbance in a few areas.

It was still a storm in a teacup.

There were minor riots in major cities on the eastern United States, such as Washington, D.C., New York, and Philadelphia, but there was little response elsewhere.

“Father! Taft is dead?”

“Taft? What’s that?”

“I don’t know. Was it in the newspaper?”

“Stop talking nonsense and go to the ranch and bring out the horses!”

“yes!”

For people who live hand to mouth anyway, that wasn’t really important.

It didn’t matter to them that the high person was dying.

They simply believed everything the politicians they supported said.

“That’s why that guy Roosevelt is a communist!”

“Really? Who said that?”

“Hoover… … . What did you say Hoover?”

“What hoover?”

“I don’t know! Anyway, Hoover said so.”

“Is that guy a Republican?”

“That’s obvious!”

“Then, that guy Roosevelt is a communist too!”

It was generally like this.

The red-hunting that had just taken root in American society grew in size by feeding off the growing fears of Americans about communism.

Up until now, it has been a stage of planting some anxiety-inducing information in people’s minds and slowly spreading it…

“I would call this the incubation period.”

“… … Incubation period?”

“Yes, originally, fear spreads like an epidemic, settles quietly in the heart, and waits until the time comes.”

“… … .”

The doctor put down the book he was reading and asked me.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but… … I hope you don’t harm me if possible.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take responsibility and make sure that no shit gets splashed on Dr. Lee.”

“Shit water… … ?”

“Soon there will be shit overflowing across America.”

“… … ?”

The doctor asked me with a look that said he didn’t understand English.

“I don’t know what you mean. Since you’re calling me comrade, why don’t you share your thoughts with me?”

“Haha, Doctor Lee, you’re in diplomacy, and I’m in backroom operations. How can we do that when our areas of work are so different? Both you and I are in security.”

“?”

As I said that, I picked up the book that the doctor had put down.

“So, for the time being, it would be best for Dr. Lee and I to go our separate ways.”

“… … ?”

“Since the destination is the same anyway, even if we take different paths, won’t we meet at the end?”

“What does that mean?”

I didn’t answer the doctor’s words, but leaned back in my armchair and covered my face with the book.

Then I leaned back against the back of the chair and tried to sleep.

“I asked what that meant.”

Dr. Lee, unable to contain his curiosity, asked me.

So I answered while briefly looking through the book.

“They say that Minerva’s owl only spreads its wings when dusk falls.”

“… … So he’s telling me to keep my mouth shut and wait for the results to come out.”

“It will take quite some time for the owl to fly, so please wait patiently.”

“… … .”

* * *

Time continued to pass.

The American economy showed remarkable growth day by day, but society became increasingly chaotic.

Small local newspapers were terrorizing citizens with daily reports of the threat of communism, and in the major cities of the eastern United States, intensive checks were being carried out daily.

It was so bad that even sports games were delayed due to police checks and searches.

Of course, the police didn’t do this without reason, they had their reasons.

“Another terrorist attack warning has arrived?”

“Yes, this time we have planted a bomb in the Woolworth Building in New York, so immediately implement economic aid to the Japanese Empire… … .”

“Damn… … Japan again? What on earth is this crazy terrorist thinking?”

The Woolworth Building was the tallest building in New York City and the United States, and the tallest building in the world.

In other words, this unidentified terrorist is taking this building, which is nothing short of America’s pride, hostage and asking for Japan’s support.

“Is that guy, Geronimo, Japanese?”

“Perhaps not? Why would a non-Japanese ask for help from the Japanese Empire?”

“Damn… … Did the Japanese government not say anything?”

“It seemed like they were quite confused as well. They said they would look into it too… … .”

“First, dispatch all police officers to the Woolworth Building and control the surrounding area!”

Police officers all over the United States had no time to rest as incidents occurred every day.

The stress of living in constant fear of being shot or killed by an explosion was building up, and he was becoming increasingly irritated when he heard stories of several of his colleagues being killed or injured by the mafia after being stopped for questioning on the street.

“No, I’m busy right now. What is this?”

“I’m doing this to save you all. So stop struggling and get out quickly.”

“How much work is piling up right now… … . Who knows, that terrorist or whatever really set up the bomb? Was it just someone playing a prank?”

“… … I told you it was urgent. Get out quickly!”

“What? What did you just say? Where the hell are you talking informally to?!”

“… … .”

“Chief, come out! Tell the chief to come out right now! These bastards… … . Do they know who I am right now… … .”

-bang!

The biggest problem was that this unidentified terrorist, ‘Geronimo’, did not lie.

If he sent a terror notice to the police station, a terrorist attack would inevitably occur afterwards.

If it was a bomb attack, a bomb exploded, and if it was an assassination notice, someone died without fail.

In this situation, children and reckless adults with the mentality of children would occasionally imitate terrorists and send out terror warnings for fun, which was crazy and terrifying for the police.

“What?! A police officer and a civilian died at the scene?! What the hell did you guys do!”

“That’s… … . There was a bomb under the flower bed that we hadn’t found yet, and a civilian refused to evacuate and fell down, and that’s when… … . the incident happened.”

“Then you should have found the bomb and defused it in advance!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

It was like this every day.

A terrorist attack warning is coming.

The police are all dispatched to the scene in an urgent terrorist attack schedule where they have to rush out right away to make it in time.

And while controlling the scene of the incident, we also thoroughly investigate the threat.

If things go well, the threat is over, people’s complaints are heard, and that’s it, but if things don’t go well, the police only arrive after a bomb has exploded or someone has died.

Then, the police were often criticized by the citizens for their incompetence.

So, how do you think the police officers feel when they get cursed at even though they did their job well?

“Shit!”

“What’s wrong, Mickey?”

“Wally is dead! That guy Wally died evacuating people, and the newspapers and society all say it’s the police’s fault!”

“… … What can we do? Everyone is on edge because of the terrorists.”

“That’s what I’m saying! That’s exactly what I’m saying! It’s not like we’re doing this because we don’t want to catch a terrorist. We’re working hard, but you keep pointing fingers at us! Shit!”

In particular, the anger of frontline police officers who have to deal with citizens on the scene reached the sky.

Since it was not released anywhere and started to pile up in one place, problems started to appear here and there.

* * *

A residential area outside Philadelphia.

A police car stopped in front of houses that all looked similar, as if they had been stamped with some kind of seal.

-dripping.

When the officer knocked on the door, a woman wearing an apron, who seemed to be busy cooking inside, opened the door and came out.

“who are you?”

“Mrs. Jessie?”

“Yes, this is Jessie… … . Who are you?”

Three or four large police officers surrounded a slender woman in the hallway, looked down at her, and answered.

“Is there anyone living here named William?”

“Yes? That’s my son… …. Who is he?”

“This is the police. Your son is linked to terrorism, so we have come to take care of him for a moment. Would you please step aside?”

The woman blocked the front door and told the officers that she had come to arrest her son, who was riding a wooden horse in the living room.

“Yes, yes?! My son is only nine years old. What kind of terrorism does a nine-year-old have to do with… .”

“Huh… … If you keep blocking us like this, we will have no choice but to arrest you as an accomplice.”

One officer held the handle of his baton at his waist.

As if he was going to pull it out at any moment.

“Arrest? Do whatever you want! How can you arrest a nine-year-old child as a terrorist… .”

-puck!

A woman fell to the ground after being struck by a young police officer’s baton.

The other police officers looked back at the young officer, surprised by his sudden actions.

“Mickey! What are you doing!”

“This crazy kid… … .”

But the young officer answered nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal.

“I was performing official duties.”

After saying that, he went into the house.

Shortly after he entered the house, the sound of a baby crying was heard from inside, and the young officer came out dragging the child.

As his wife said, William was only a nine-year-old child.

But a young officer named Mickey laid the crying, screaming, and tumultuous child down on the floor and tried to handcuff him.

But when he saw that the child’s hands were too small to be handcuffed, he took off his belt and tied them instead, and then immediately put them in the police car.

Then he looked back at the other officers who were blankly staring at him and asked.

“We’ve got a suspect. What do we do now?”

* * *

Incidents like this occurred frequently in each city.

In the past, the police tried to cover up this incident and hush it up, but it was happening so often and in so many places that it was impossible to control it.

Even today, the police tried to hush it up and let it slide… … Unfortunately, the owner of the mansion they visited, the woman’s husband and the child’s father, was a reporter for a fairly well-known newspaper in Philadelphia.

[Philadelphia Police Name Nine-Year-Old Child as Terrorist!]

[The Tragedy of Philadelphia!]

[Police that protect terrorists and kill civilians?]

[For whom is the investigation? Who is the criminal?]

Public opinion began to turn upside down, starting with the Philadelphia area newspapers.

As major media outlets that had been turning a blind eye to the police’s oppressive behavior began to write articles in the face of public outrage, the finger-pointing directed at the police became increasingly serious.

“Starting with Philadelphia, the police in several large cities in the East have all been turned upside down.”

“I see. It’s truly a shame.”

“I was wondering if I should look into finding a mental hospital because I was just cutting up magazines and newspapers and pasting them onto letterhead.”

“Haha, a mental hospital?”

The doctor roughly crumpled up the newspaper, threw it away, and asked me.

“But where did you get all those bombs?”

“Huh? Are you looking for it?”

“No, you went around several cities and blew up bombs.”

“Oh, that’s a bomb… … but by today’s standards, it’s not a bomb.”

“?”

The doctor again did not understand and asked me.

“What kind of nonsense is that?”

“It’s simple. As far as I know, it’s something dangerous enough to be used as a bomb, but in this day and age, it’s something that’s not a bomb.”

“… … ?”

“Gun regulations there are also lax, so if you do your best here and there, it’s easy to get high-quality bombs.”

“Yeah… … . I see.”

The doctor gave up trying to understand him and picked up the newspaper again.

“Doctor, isn’t it time for you to step forward?”

“What? What do you want me to do?”

“No, agitators like this doctor should expose Japan’s ruthless acts on the streets and create an image of violent Japanese people.”

“… … ?”