NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 267



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NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 267

The sun rises above the clouds? (7)

“Ouch.”

-dump.

Federal agents littered the streets.

They were all talented people in their own right in America, but now they’ve all been beaten up and gone to dreamland for a long time.

Except for one guy.

“Ugh… … .”

“William… … Jonathan Williams.”

“Ugh… … .”

In front of this teacher, a white young man was lying on the ground with blood pouring from his head and was completely unconscious.

Of course, it was this teacher who made his head bleed.

-Tuk, tuk.

Regardless, the teacher woke up the dazed detective agent by tapping him on the cheek.

“hey.”

“Ugh… … .”

-match!

“Eww!”

He slapped the agent hard in the face, causing the agent to open his eyes, his body writhing in excruciating pain.

Then he looked at the Oriental in front of him with fearful eyes and asked him.

“Who, who are you?”

“Well, who am I?”

“… … .”

“Guess. If you guess correctly within three attempts, I’ll spare your life.”

“… … .”

The teacher looked at him with a calm gaze that contained no emotion.

The detective who saw his eyes became terrified and his mouth froze in a state of fear he had never experienced before.

“… … .”

“Are you not answering because you don’t know? Or maybe you just don’t want to answer.”

In fact, the moment the detective saw him, one person came to mind.

But I was just so scared that I couldn’t open my mouth.

“… … Geronimo.”

“Geronimo? Who is that?”

“No, you are a terrorist.”

“Terrorist? What terrorist?”

“Lu, you are the one who attacked Roosevelt’s tomb and the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court… … . T, you are the terrorist… … . right?”

At the words of the investigation agent, Mr. Lee smiled bitterly and sighed lightly.

“Whew. The Japanese are called the Ghost of Gyeongseong, the Americans are called Geronimo… … Everyone is frustrated because they can’t come up with a name for themselves.”

“Oh, isn’t it?”

“That’s right. I did both.”

The teacher brought his face right up to the agent’s nose and met his gaze.

“And I was the one who terrorized that Korean’s house.”

“… … .”

“I guess you guys knew that too.”

“… … .”

The FBI agent avoided the teacher’s gaze and evaded answering the question.

“Yeah, where did you start watching from?”

“… … .”

The agent pondered what answer he should give here to survive.

‘What should I say?’

He thought and thought again.

But no suitable answer came to mind.

No, from the beginning, it seemed like the opponent had no intention of letting him live.

‘If he really wanted to spare me, he wouldn’t have confessed to everything.’

A person who is so thorough that he never leaves a single trace at the scene suddenly showed up and even showed his face.

So, I couldn’t help but think that the teacher’s words about saving him were a lie.

“… …Fucking oriental monkey kid.”

“… … ?”

“The United States of America is not a country that will collapse if you just set it up and cause trouble on your own.”

“huh?”

“All the big name FBI agents are after you, and 100 million Americans are watching you.”

“???”

“Don’t think you can escape so easily!”

The agent left a tragic note, then put something he had hidden in his hand into his mouth and chewed it.

Then, as if detergent had been dissolved in water, foam poured out of his mouth, and he rolled his eyes and collapsed.

-dump.

The teacher, who had suddenly witnessed a man’s final decision, opened his mouth as he looked down at the fallen agent in disbelief.

“No, why… …? I said I’d save you… …?”

The teacher looked down at the dead agent.

“No, why… … ?”

Mr. Lee was greatly embarrassed when he saw the agent refusing to spare his life even though he had clearly been told to do so.

Of course, he had seen this kind of thing before.

However, that was only an action that came out of wanting to keep a secret in an irreversible situation, or because he was afraid of revealing his secret. It was the first time for him to choose death so recklessly.

“No, why on earth… … ?”

The teacher was greatly shocked to see the agent throw away his life without any hesitation.

He really meant to save him.

No, to begin with, other people were also injured, but their lives were not in serious danger.

“her…….”

Originally, this teacher’s plan was to keep them alive and make Hoover think that Dr. Lee was under threat, so that he would pay more attention to him, but things went terribly wrong.

If the FBI agents die here, Hoover will become even more suspicious of Dr. Lee.

‘Anyone who sees it can’t help but be suspicious.’

The teacher quickly readjusted his plans.

‘This is a completely unexpected situation, and since one guy is dead, this is not a situation that can be resolved in any way.’

There must be at least a dozen investigative agents lying on the streets right now.

They all have a few broken parts, but they are all still alive.

This was because they were physically stronger than others, but this teacher distributed his strength appropriately and beat them just enough so that they wouldn’t die.

‘The death of one person is a tragedy.’

The teacher looked around at those who were still breathing.

‘And the death of several people is an incident, you know.’

The teacher thought.

Now that things have come to this, there is only one way to turn things around.

* * *

The next morning.

Cleaners hired by the city authorities were gathered in groups of three or four to clean the streets.

“Oh my… … . I’m dying… … .”

“What did you do last night to look so deadly?”

“No… … . My wife is annoying me… … .”

“Did you get scolded about the alcohol bill again?”

“No, other than that… … something happened that made me feel tired.”

“What is it?”

“Well… … As soon as I get home… … . Huh?”

As the street cleaner was cleaning the street while having a small talk, something caught his eye.

At a time when the moon had completely set and the sun had not yet risen, and the whole world was dark, a short, human-shaped shadow could be seen on a large billboard in the distance.

“What? Are they replacing the billboard?”

“Tsk tsk… Those guys are having a hard time too.”

“But isn’t it true that accidents happen when you replace a billboard without a lantern?”

“I heard last time that people around here complained about the lanterns being turned on and replaced at night. That’s why the number of companies doing this type of work has increased.”

“Oh my god.”

The cleaner looked with pity at the workers who had been suffering since the early morning.

But something was strange.

“hmm.”

“Hey Karl, what are you doing? Aren’t you going to clean today?”

“Isn’t there something strange over there?”

“Isn’t the weirdest thing right now the sight of you loitering around instead of cleaning during work hours? What are you going to do if you get fired like that?”

“No… … . I’m talking about the billboard over there.”

The cleaner pointed to the billboard with his hand.

“What’s strange?”

“No… … . There are so many people crowded together, but no one is moving.”

“Is that so?”

As he said, people stood still.

Just sit there and do nothing.

“… … .”

“… … .”

Their appearance, standing still and doing nothing, almost looked like they were quietly looking down on street cleaners.

“Hey, are you a ghost?”

“Well, well.”

The cleaners who saw that were terrified.

But one brave and outspoken cleaner spoke up.

“What about ghosts! Where in the world are there ghosts? That’s all superstition.”

“James, there are ghosts in the world.”

“There’s no such thing! I’ll go and see for myself!”

“Uh, uh uh… … . James!”

The brave janitor took the elevator to the roof of the building and waved a lantern from the rooftop railing to let his colleagues know he was there.

Then a scream erupted from below.

“Keeeeeeeek!!!”

“Eww!!”

“?”

The cleaner, seeing his colleagues screaming and making a fuss, tilted his head and shouted at them.

“What’s wrong! What’s going on!”

Then the voices of my colleagues were heard from below.

“James! Look behind you! Behind you!”

“what?”

“Look behind you!”

“back?”

He turned around.

Then I saw them hanging in a row on a large billboard, like dolls that people in Japan hang on rainy days in the hopes that the weather will clear up.

“Kkiyaaaaah!!!!”

A scream as if tore through the mouth of the brave cleaner who saw it.

* * *

“… … It has been confirmed that all 11 agents assigned to surveillance of Seungman Lee have died.”

“entire?”

“Yes, they all died in the line of duty.”

“… … .”

When Hoover heard this news, he gripped the handle of his cane tightly.

“Who did this?”

Although they were surveillance personnel, they were well-trained agents from the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

There was only one person who could dispose of all those people.

“This is Geronimo.”

“I guess so.”

Hoover closed his eyes quietly.

Then, he suppressed the anger boiling in his chest and the faint burning pain he felt on one side of his face.

“Your Majesty, and there is one special thing… … .”

“significant?”

“Yes, they say there was an inscription written on the stomach of the agents found in New York.”

“What is this?”

“Remember me… … . it says.”

“her.”

Geronimo’s request to be remembered sent a shiver through Hoover’s head.

“Yeah, it makes you remember.”

“… … .”

Hoover, who was pacing around the room trying to vent his anger, asked the surveillance team leader.

“I bet the janitors did a good job of keeping their mouths shut, right?”

“Yes, I made everyone shut up.”

“Yes… … . Who else witnessed this?”

“There are a few police officers and paramedics, as well as a few doctors and nurses, but they have all been ordered to wear masks.”

“Really? If that’s true, then that’s fortunate… … .”

-bang!

Just then, the door to Hoover’s office burst open and his secretary, sweating profusely, came in.

“Your Majesty! We’re in trouble!”

“What’s this again? Is there a bomb going off in the White House this time?”

Hoover, who had already experienced a series of major events, was not surprised by a few words from his secretary.

No, I tried not to be surprised.

Until he showed me a special article in the morning paper.

[Breaking News! Geronimo, the mysterious terrorist who sentenced FBI agents to death?!]

When Hoover read the article, beads of sweat appeared on his spine.

“What is this… … !”

Hoover snatched the newspaper from his secretary’s hands.

Then I looked through the articles here and there.

The newspaper article seemed to have an accurate source, not just something heard somewhere and written down roughly.

Because what was written in the newspaper article was not much different from what he knew.

“What the heck is this? I told you all to keep your mouths shut!!!”

“That, that… … . I checked my mouth… … .”

“But why is this popping out!”

“I don’t know either.”

“Then shouldn’t you find out quickly!”

-Clang

The newspaper Hoover threw fluttered into the air.

“Go right now and find out where this information came from… … No, bring that reporter bastard in front of me right now!”