NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 265



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 265

The sun rises above the clouds? (5)

Flames erupted at a police station in Busan.

Strictly speaking, it was not a police station but just a police box commonly seen on the street, but it was still significant that the police were attacked in an area other than Gyeongseong or the northern region.

Of course, it’s not like similar things haven’t happened before.

Even during the March 1st Movement, there were many instances of police stations across the country being attacked and burned by angry Koreans.

But after that, not a single one happened until the ghost of Gyeongseong appeared.

In the north, there were occasional instances of independence fighters crossing the river and raiding small military police outposts.

But that was all.

And Busan was turned upside down because it was the first time since the March 1st Movement that the southern region, excluding Gyeongseong and the area north of Gyeongseong where the ghost of Gyeongseong was mainly active, had seen such activity.

“What! The police station was raided!”

“No. It’s not a police station, it’s a police box… … .”

“Does it matter now? The person is dead!”

“No. It was after everyone had left work, so no one died or anything. There was one person who was injured, but he tripped over his own foot while watching and fell, and his knee was a little scraped.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Yes? Then what’s important?”

The Japanese officials and police officers who had seen all sorts of dirty things while working in Joseon did not make such a fuss over a mere police station burning down.

“The ghost of Gyeongseong, didn’t he come down to Busan?”

“Ah… … . That’s… … .”

“Have you checked it out for sure?”

“That’s not yet… … . Nothing is known in detail.”

“Damn… … It’s already been months since that guy disappeared from Gyeongseong. Shouldn’t we be worried about that first?!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Find out now!”

The mention of the ghost of Gyeongseong put the Busan government and police in colonial Joseon on high alert.

Even though no connection was found between this incident and the Gyeongseong Ghost, everyone was convinced that the Gyeongseong Ghost was behind this.

Some may see this and think that it is a bit of a bluff, but how many people in today’s Joseon would not hesitate to commit terrorism against Japanese government offices or officials?

Of course, there may be many people who could do that, but for Japanese people who were already firmly attached to the so-called Ghost of Gyeongseong and Koreans who had watched his actions, one person naturally came to mind.

but.

* * *

“Hwaaam… … .”

The young man involved, Park Heon-yeong, woke up from his bed with a splitting headache only after the sun had risen to its zenith.

“Are you awake?”

“Oh my head… … Where am I?”

As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked around and recalled the last memory that remained in his mind.

Apparently, his last memory was of having a drink with his colleague, Mr. Kim, at a tavern down the street.

But what is this?

When I opened my eyes, I was in a small room that looked like it would be too big for two or three people to sleep in, with a cupboard filled with all sorts of household items and unorganized household items strewn about in a mess.

Of course, it wasn’t his house.

“This is my house.”

“yes?”

“You were quite drunk last night, so I didn’t have anywhere else to take you, so I brought you to my house.”

“ah…….”

Park Heon-yeong got up, rubbing his aching limbs.

“Oh my head… … . I think I drank quite a bit last night. If I can’t even find my way home on my own, how much did I drink… … .”

“Yeah, I did drink quite a bit.”

“Ugh… …. Hyung Kim, I guess I’ll be going now.”

“Huh? Where to?”

“Of course I should go home.”

Park Heon-yeong said that and grabbed the doorknob.

Then Mr. Kim was very surprised and grabbed him.

“No, you’re going outside now? If you do that and the police catch you, you’ll be beaten to death!”

“Huh? Me? Oh, that capitalist bastard put a bounty on my head?”

Mr. Kim shook his head at Park Heon-yeong’s question.

“It’s not like that, it’s bigger than that.”

“What’s bigger?”

“Yeah… … . You really don’t remember?”

“That’s… … . Uh… … .”

As Mr. Kim spoke, memories of last night came to Park Heon-yeong’s mind here and there.

Leaving a bar drunk and seeing a police station on the side of the road.

He happened to have a matchbook in his pocket that he had received as a promotional item for a bar, and he remembered that in the yard of the police station there was a mountain of confiscated tin cans and rags for playing with fireworks a few months ago around the first full moon of the lunar year.

“… … What did I do yesterday?”

“Huh, this guy really seems to have had a lot to drink.”

“Kim Hyung, please answer.”

Kim laughed and scolded Park Heon-yeong, who looked quite serious.

“Do you really not remember? Or are you just lying?”

“I honestly don’t remember anything that happened last night.”

“Really? Then don’t you remember how you burned down the police station while shouting that you would fight the Japanese like the ghost of Gyeongseong?”

“ah.”

As soon as he heard Mr. Kim’s words, memories of last night came to Park Heon-yeong’s mind.

I also recalled burning down a police station and raiding its small arms cabinet, taking several rifles, several pistols, and some ammunition.

“Do you remember now?”

Kim Hyung smiled and pulled away a wooden plank from the floor. Inside was a pile of weapons he had stolen from the police station.

“… … .”

“I was also deeply moved by what you said yesterday. I wondered what I had done for the independence of my country during that time… … When I thought about the years I had spent being taken advantage of by others under the pretext of having to feed my family, I felt ashamed of myself.”

“Is that so?”

Park Heon-yeong was very embarrassed by this whole situation.

Originally, he had planned to quietly wait in Busan for the right time to run out of the bounty on his head or to save up money and then go back to Shanghai.

But what is this?

It’s not like I was just staying quiet in Busan, I ended up getting angry and causing a major accident.

‘This is a big deal… … Where are you running off to now?’

Even if he were to actually run away, he only had 300 won, which was not enough to cover the cost of a boat ride to Shanghai, let alone make ends meet.

But as if there was no law in the world that said you have to die completely, sunlight came down from the sky filled with dark clouds.

“Do you know what people are saying these days? They are all rejoicing that the ghost of Gyeongseong has finally come down to the south to liberate the south!”

“The ghost of Gyeongseong… …?”

“Yes! Now people think that the burning down of the police station was the work of the ghost of Gyeongseong.”

“is it so……?”

“I see. I guess it was a bit warm last night, so no one was out and about, and no one saw you.”

Fortunately, no one saw Park Heon-yeong set fire to the police station last night.

That’s why people thought this was the work of the ghost of Gyeongseong.

“The Ghost of Gyeongseong… … .”

When people saw what Park Heon-yeong had done, they thought it was the work of the ghost of Gyeongseong.

It was a very fortunate thing for him.

But on the other hand, it was true that I felt a little disappointed.

‘I did it… … .’

Park Heon-yeong felt regretful inside.

‘Isn’t this why, no matter what I do from now on, people will say it’s the work of the ghost of Gyeongseong?’

moment.

As something tingling passed through Park Heon-yeong’s head, the headache that had been throbbing due to alcohol disappeared as if it had been washed away, and his gaze turned to the gun hidden on the floor.

And in his mind, a way to solve his current difficult situation and raise the funds to escape to Shanghai came to mind.

“… … Kim Hyung.”

“huh?”

“Come and do one more thing with me.”

“Work? What’s going on?”

Park Heon-yeong grabbed one of the guns hidden on the floor and aimed it at the wall.

It felt heavy and comfortable in my hand, which was a bit awkward, but it was still a feeling I didn’t dislike.

His gun was pointed at a calendar hanging on the wall.

Underneath the calendar were written the words Busan Commercial Bank.

* * *

In Joseon, when a new communist was raising its head again after overcoming hardships.

In the faraway land of America, the original restaurant… … no, the ghost of the original restaurant was haunting the hearts of Americans.

[Shock! The duality of the Japanese is revealed… … .]

[Japanese people hide things that could be problematic for others and only show good things… … .]

[American politics tainted by Japanese money!]

[Japan is trying to control America!]

[The Empire Strikes Back! Admiral Perry’s Resentment Returns!]

While other yellow media outlets were competing to publish articles about the Japanese Empire and were making a fuss to somehow connect terrorists with the Japanese Empire and attract people’s attention.

Donnie Vermillion, the sole reporter, editor and president of the New Vegas Times, located somewhere in Nevada, wrote a sobering article.

[Serious Terror Attacks, Is It Not the Americans’ Fault?]

[The hammer of the East falls upon the arrogant Americans!]

[The American era is over.]

[Americans bowing to the Emperor.]

While other yellow journalism outlets were tearing down Japan, the New Vegas Times was defending Japan and disparaging America.

This type of newspaper greatly angered Americans, as a series of terrorist attacks and the terrorist attack on a popular novel at the time were causing great anger among the American people.

“Hey, have you ever seen such a son of a bitch… …!”

“What kind of era is this that you can write such a trivial article and call it an article… …!”

“We need to send a letter of protest by postcard right away!”

“That’s right! You just placed a postcard at the end of the newspaper!”

Normally, a newspaper article like this would not have attracted much attention, but in a time when Americans are so angry, it has certainly caught their attention.

In particular, the act of holding Americans, rather than terrorists or incompetent officials, responsible for the series of terrorist attacks has really driven Americans crazy.

As if they had anticipated all this, they even attached a postcard at the end of the newspaper, which had the effect of making people buy several copies of the newspaper in order to send the postcards out of ignorance… …!

The effect was so great that tens of thousands of copies of the newspaper distributed in major cities on the eastern United States were sold out in a single day, and hundreds of thousands more copies printed using the publisher’s printing presses also sold out in an instant.

“See? This is how you make money.”

I smiled down at the doctor sitting on a sofa made of money, reading the newspaper with a displeased expression.

“The journalist who was supposed to be honest has become a corrupt businessman.”

“In the end, journalists are people who make money by writing with their pens, so they are no different from businessmen.”

“But those people are people who live with conviction and a sense of mission in their profession.”

“There may be people like that. But they won’t make this much money.”

“… … .”

The doctor shut his mouth and put the newspaper down.

Then he looked at the postcards piled up on one side of his house and asked me.

“By the way, how are you going to read all those postcards? It’ll probably take a whole week to read them all.”

“Oh, that one? Why am I reading that?”

“… … ?”

“I’ll burn it all.”

“… … .”

“Oh my. I don’t understand why Americans are so wasteful. If everyone keeps wasting paper like that, there won’t be any trees left.”

“… … .”