NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 34



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Age of emotion – 6

Thanks to the open digging into the corruption of the Black Dragon Society and stirring up anti-Japanese sentiment among the Chinese people, the Japanese consulate was as quiet as a mouse.

Whenever I went to the nearby area to have a drink, I could always see the sight of Chinese excrement pouring out.

‘The Black Dragon Society isn’t stupid, so they’ll definitely try something else.’

But for now, you won’t be able to move.

The local atmosphere here was not very good for them to move, so if they were not careful, they could be transformed into health-hwandans by the magic of the ‘street volunteer army’ that protected Shanghai from foreign powers.

‘If it comes down to it, the Chinese can just pretend to do something and quietly deal with Sasaki.’

So, the consulate was at ease for the time being.

Of course, that doesn’t mean it was completely out of my interest.

It just means that its importance has decreased slightly.

They were still one of my major headaches.

“Come here~”

The state-of-the-art autonomous driving voice recognition door opened in response to my voice, and Jaehwang’s face appeared inside.

“Oh, you’re here.”

Until a few days ago, they all had extremely resistant and sometimes rebellious bodies, but after receiving the legendary superconducting body modification procedure handed down by the National Intelligence Service, they became new people.

I couldn’t help but smile at the effectiveness of the K-modified alcohol, which uproots and eradicates even the slightest resistance hidden deep in people’s hearts.

“Okay, did you finish everything I asked you to do?”

“Of course… As you said, I have carefully packaged the first 10 boxes.”

“That’s great.”

In China, it has been said since ancient times that it is polite for guests to make both hands heavy when visiting others.

What should a merchant do when he has to meet a future customer?

He is not just a guest, but he is also the one who will unite the Chinese continent in the near future and offer it to the Communist Heavenly Horse of the Holadang Party… No, let’s say that he is going to meet the future President for now.

Anyway, if you want to look good to the future president, a generous gift was not an option but a necessity.

“Now load it onto the cart.”

“All right!”

“Hmm. Very good!”

The workers (slaves) with superconducting bodies carried things briskly at my command.

I felt proud as I watched everyone move the long wooden box without showing any sign of displeasure, even though it was quite heavy and the boxes were packed tightly with guns.

“Then I’ll be off!”

“Take care of yourself, and if you want to run away, you can do so! Just remember that you can’t come back here!”

I left this job to Hyunbae, who had pointed a gun at the back of my head a while ago.

They could have betrayed me or run away with me behind my back, but I didn’t have to worry about that.

“How could that be?”

“That’s true.”

These guys are definitely spies.

To be exact, it was a ‘spy’.

The provisional government was always keeping an eye on these guys and was ready to use them as scapegoats to attack the other side.

If it hadn’t been for me, I would have kidnapped him a long time ago.

There, they cooperated with me, half willingly and half involuntarily, and gave me a delicious slap on the back of the head of my master, the Japanese.

That’s why the Japanese were also on the lookout for an opportunity to kill these guys.

In such a situation, they could not return to their hometown of Joseon, but they could not remain in Shanghai either.

But if I try to hide inside China, I will be consumed by the vastness of China and end up as a foreigner in some remote village, digging the ground… In this situation, the only person they can rely on is me.

“I will definitely tell you that Mr. Lee of Shanghai has decided to join the cause of the great general Sun Daehyeop, despite his righteousness and chivalry.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Right.”

It was only a two or three month trip, so I thought it would be better for me to go myself, but I was afraid of what might happen in the provisional government while I was away, so I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

‘It’s a lot easier in many ways.’

Fortunately, however, thanks to my active intervention by throwing money in the middle, the political conflict within the provisional government was somewhat resolved and there seemed to be room for a dramatic agreement.

The reformist faction, including Ahn Chang-ho, also summarized their position to the extent that Syngman Rhee should step down from the presidency, and those of the creative faction, such as Shin Chae-ho and Park Yong-man, also summarized their position to the extent that they would oust Syngman Rhee and remain once the provisional government was normalized.

Originally, when the existence of the provisional government was at stake, Kim Gu would have forcibly resolved the conflict by taking up arms and driving out all the dissatisfied people.

Naturally, this incident caused the already unstable provisional government to literally explode.

The Provisional Government remained, but it was literally a shell, and the rest were scattered in all directions. They went through the worst of times, being chased around without even being able to pay rent, until they received help from Chiang Kai-shek, who was impressed by the activities of the Korean Patriotic Corps.

But I somehow managed to wrap this up by only kicking out Syngman Rhee.

To be exact, other than providing financial support to the provisional government, they didn’t really do much… But thanks to that, everyone felt more at ease, and they probably gained the confidence that they no longer had to rely on funds coming from the Americas.

At least I thought so.

That way, it’s easier to make it more colorful.

‘From the moment Syngman Rhee left Shanghai, there was no way to stop the anti-Syngman Rhee faction within the provisional government.’

Syngman Rhee had already grown tired of the Shanghai Provisional Government and left before I even came to Shanghai, so he didn’t seem to have much interest in the place.

However, he still had the awareness that he was the president, so he did not cut off the support money from the Americas, but it was clear that he would cut off the money like a ghost if he heard the news that he had been impeached.

Even without that, most of their funding was already being used to support Syngman Rhee’s diplomatic activities.

‘You must have a lot of money to spend going here and there, so it’s amazing that you’re sending some of it here.’

Syngman Rhee attended the Washington Disarmament Conference and the League of Nations, criticizing the Japanese Empire’s oppressive and violent rule over Korea and advocating for Korean independence.

But even though he poked around here and there and shouted for Joseon’s independence, there were no tangible results.

To begin with, most of the great powers of the time had one or two colonies, so talking about Joseon’s independence in front of those people would have resulted in them pretending not to hear.

The time I threw away like that was 4 years.

It was the kind of time when a dog in a schoolyard would recite poetry and then dive into a cauldron to cool off.

“The weather is clear.”

Of course, that doesn’t mean it’s in vain.

Thanks to Syngman Rhee’s diligent efforts to talk about the situation in Joseon, the number of people interested in this land stuck between China and Japan increased, even if only slightly.

So I have to generate people’s attention by popping bombs before their attention dies down.

Of course, people were a little more interested in the pigs in North Korea firing missiles than in the children writhing in poverty on the news.

‘Come to think of it… I guess the original North Korean communist bandit is going to school in Pyongyang by now?’

It was the moment when a visit to Pyongyang was added to my schedule.

Oh, of course it will be a very peaceful visit.

I am a person who cares about children.

‘For a communist bandit to become an adult… 9 years… 8 years or so left?’

Why is that time so eagerly anticipated?

It’s something unknown.

‘Hmm… I think it’s about time the Black Dragons start stirring things up in Shanghai…’

The Black Dragon Society was surprisingly quiet.

Should we call it the calm before the storm?

They weren’t originally like this.

“Oh, where are you going···?”

“I’m going to have a drink.”

“Would you like some drinks…? Oh, if you’re going to the provisional government….”

“Do you think I have nowhere to go but the provisional government?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

******

After Shanghai’s shipping warehouses were reduced to ashes by a midsummer night’s fireworks display.

For Inspector Sasaki of the Special Higher Division of the Japanese Consulate General in Shanghai, every day was like a living hell.

The high-ranking officials in the mainland thought that the failure of the previous Gyeongseong Ghost assassination operation had provoked him into causing this situation, and they were putting pressure on Sasaki, knowingly or unknowingly.

But Sasaki felt wronged.

‘They were the ones who gave the order in the first place! I was just faithfully following orders!’

Sasaki was immediately ordered from Tokyo to chase after and deal with the Gyeongseong Ghost, and he tried to handle the job with only local resources without any separate support.

His only fault was that the ghost was a more monstrous monster than he had investigated.

‘From the beginning, that guy was a guy who openly leaked his whereabouts even though he knew that the Empire of Japan was chasing him!’

After returning to the consulate after being badly beaten by the Ghost of Gyeongseong, Sasaki began investigating the guy’s whereabouts.

The results of an investigation into all the ghost’s movements from Gyeongseong to Shanghai.

He came to one conclusion.

‘Ghost… This guy is literally a ghost.’

The ghost pursued by the Empire of Japan is clearly a person who exists before our eyes, but when I investigated his background through documents, I began to wonder if he really existed.

“He appeared in Gyeongseong for only a few days, then went undercover as a police officer at Jongno Police Station, rescued his comrade Kim Sang-ok, and went undercover at Jongno Police Station again with a new identity…”

After that, there was a series of amazing performances.

He went in and out of Jongno Police Station, the most heavily secured police station in Gyeongseong, and injured and killed the police officers there. He even killed the police chief, and as if that wasn’t enough, he blew up the police station.

He went one step further and kidnapped and tortured the Chief of Police of the Government-General of Korea, and sent all the soldiers sent by the Black Dragon Society to the afterlife at once.

“If it’s infiltration, then infiltration… If it’s assassination, then assassination. He’s a master of disguise, and he’s also skilled in various martial arts and martial arts, and he seems to have considerable wealth….”

At first glance, it almost felt like someone had created this character to mess with him.

No, it’s suspicious that such a great person has been quiet for so long and is causing trouble at this time.

‘Where does this guy come from to have this kind of skill… and where does the money he operates come from?’

The Ghost of Gyeongseong’s mysterious disguise and infiltration skills were amazing, but even more amazing was his ability to raise funds.

I’ve definitely never heard of ghosts making money anywhere.

But I haven’t heard any stories of money falling out of his hands.

‘It’s clear that the funds are continuously being raised from somewhere… But where on earth do they get the funds from?’

It has been confirmed that the Ghost of Gyeongseong is currently a staunch supporter of the Provisional Government of the Republic of Korea in Shanghai and is now trying to launch a new business.

That was all.

It only contained what he spent, rather than where the ghost got his money from.

“shit.”

No matter how hard I tried to dig into the opponent, all that came out was the information the opponent wanted to show me.

Sasaki put a cigarette in his mouth, frustrated by the situation where the word investigation didn’t make sense in the first place.

And when he tried to light it, the matchbox next to the office worker’s cactus made of cigarette butts was empty.

“Ugh… Now there’s no fire.”

Sasaki felt even more frustrated in a situation where nothing was working out properly and looked for fire.

“If anyone has any lights, please lend me some.”

“Here it is.”

As Sasaki looked for a light, someone next to him suddenly reached out and turned on a lighter.

“Oh, okay, thank you.”

Sasaki lit a cigarette and looked back at the person who had lent him the light, only to see an unfamiliar face there.

“······who?”

Although he was clearly a stranger, there was something about the atmosphere he gave off and a subtle sense of familiarity that made the stranger feel familiar.

The strange feeling of being familiar yet unfamiliar filled Sasaki with fear.

Sasaki quickly put his hand on the holster on his waist.

Then I heard the other person’s voice.

“If you pull that out, you die.”

“······.”

Familiar situations, familiar voices.

Sasaki finally realized who the person in front of him was.

“The Ghost of Gyeongseong···!”

“Sigh… How long are you going to keep talking about that ghost? And how long has it been since you left Gyeongseong?”

The ghost brought a chair from somewhere and sat down opposite Sasaki.

Then he glanced at Sasaki’s right hand, which was wrapped tightly in a bandage, and said a word.

“Are you still not fully recovered?”

“······He runs wild without even knowing where he will die.”

“Haha, the beak is still alive. This is why I like the Japanese. Even if I die soon, my mouth will still be alive.”

The ghost snatched Sasaki’s documents from the spread on his desk and slowly began reading them.

“Hmm… I guess they recorded my movements very carefully, in case someone thinks I’m Japanese.”

“······.”

“Huh, a first-class security document? Is this all?”

“······.”

“The high-ranking police, who are known for catching independence activists, are calling this an investigation? This is going crazy.”

The ghost simply threw the documents containing his information into the trash can.

“Inspector Sasaki.”

“······Why are you calling me?”

“Instead of all that useless information, should I give you one really good piece of information?”

“?!”

Sasaki’s face turned red with confusion at the ghost’s words.

“Huh, such nonsense···!”

“What are you talking about? The guys chasing me are so annoying that tag is no longer fun.”

“Wow, tag?!”

The ghost took off his hat and revealed his face.

Then he took a pencil out of the table and sharpened it with a pencil sharpener.

“From now on, I’m going to reveal the information one by one, and you’re going to reveal the information to me one by one. What do you think? It’ll be fun, right?”

Although he was embarrassed, Sasaki quickly regained his composure and asked the ghost.

“······What do you want from me?”

“If you knew what I wanted, could you answer me?”

A cold sweat broke out on Sasaki’s forehead.

“Just kidding.”

“······.”

“I told you it was a joke?”

“······.”

The ghost lifted the hem of his coat and revealed the grip of a pistol holstered inside the coat.

Then, a smile spread across Sasaki’s face, like that of Pavlov, the Soviet Union’s greatest trainer, and his happy dog.