NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 66



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Rabbit Hunting (3)

That day too, Song Byeong-jun prepared to go out as usual.

There wasn’t really anywhere outside to go, and naturally, no one was looking for him, but he was always wandering around outside.

There was no particular reason.

It was because I felt like I was a king just by walking down Gyeongseong-daero with my bodyguard by my side and doing whatever I wanted.

“Sniff sniff… … . What is that smell?”

“Smell?”

As Song Byeong-jun was about to leave the house, wondering what kind of trouble he would cause outside today, a musty smell from the past that he wanted to forget wafted into his nose.

It was the very smell he had hated so much when he was young and worked as a servant in someone else’s house.

“I guess it’s because it’s summer, the smell is coming from the back room.”

“It’s not just that the smell is rising, it’s that the back room is full of shit and maggots are swarming around.”

“Huh? How could Your Majesty do something like that… … .”

In response to the bodyguard’s question, Song Byeong-jun glared at him without saying a word and quickly turned his head away.

“… … Call someone.”

“Oh, I understand.”

From Song Byeong-jun’s cold words, the bodyguard intuitively felt that his future was firmly in tangled.

‘Should I just run away to Manchuria?’

I had that thought for a moment, but I soon gave up because I felt it would be a waste to lose everything I had built up in Gyeongseong, and I immediately called in an employee and had him do the work.

“Butler Kim!”

“Is it Yongcheol? What about you, sir?”

“The old man said there was a smell coming from the back room, so he quickly called someone to take care of it.”

“Oh, really? Well… … . It’s about time for that to happen.”

As Song Byeong-jun left the house with his bodyguards, the butler called in a private environmental treatment contractor (called “Dung-Peo-Ajusshi” by the public) who was walking around the streets carrying a poop general on his back.

“Did you call me Poopper?”

“Yeah, I’d like you to clear out some of the back room for sponsorship… … How much would you charge?”

“That’s up to the giver. How can someone who just throws shit around decide that?”

“Then, for 3 won… … .”

At the butler’s words, the man put on his load again with a very unpleasant expression.

“Leave it. If you collect the maggots coming out of the toilet and feed them to the chickens, you’ll be healthy on Boknal.”

Song Byeong-jun’s butler sighed, creating a deep furrow on his forehead.

“… … I’ll give you 4 won.”

But the man still had a calm expression.

“I’ll take the shit back to the hardware store and help my father with the farm work.”

“5 won. If you ask for more than this, I’ll call someone else.”

Only then did the man put the load on the floor with a satisfied smile.

“If you say so, then I will have to do it.”

“Whew… … If possible, I hope everything gets resolved before the old man comes back in the afternoon.”

“The old man won’t even know I’ve been there.”

“Honestly… … If you do it carelessly, you’ll end up in trouble, so do it wisely!”

“Yes~”

The butler made a rather ominous threat and then left the building and went into the garden.

‘You’re so concerned about security, but outsiders who enter the mansion are monitored… ‘

At that moment, I felt a presence behind me.

I turned my head slightly and saw a pair of shoes sticking out from behind a sturdy beam.

‘… … There’s no way it wouldn’t exist.’

Since I had come here with the intention of roughly finding out the internal structure of Song Byeong-jun’s house anyway, there was no problem with being under surveillance.

It must have been so bad that when she came in here, she had taken off her silicone mask and had a bare face without any makeup on.

It was my first time walking around the streets of Gyeongseong with my bare face, but it was a good thing since no one here knew my face anyway.

‘Ugh… … . The smell… … .’

When I actually tried to do the dirty work, the stench that stung my nose and the maggots and flies wriggling here and there created a fantastic synergy that doubled the disgust.

As I was cleaning up the mess made by Song Byeong-jun and his employees who sold out the country under the blazing sun, hatred for him began to sprout in my heart.

‘Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill it.’

After cleaning for a long time, the pile of shit that had been piled up like a mountain was finally cleaned up, and Song Byeong-jun’s back room became as clean as his heart.

Oh, of course, the back room was dirty to begin with, so even if it was cleaned, it wasn’t that noticeable.

“after…….”

After roughly finishing up what I had to do, I just roughly wiped my hands and face with the towel I had brought.

Then I heard footsteps of someone approaching me from behind.

“excuse me…….”

When I turned my head, I saw three or four maids standing there, who seemed to be working in this house.

“What is it?”

“It’s hotter!”

“Eat this and be done with it!”

“… … ?”

They immediately handed me a brass bowl with water dripping from it.

‘What? Is this because the butler doesn’t want to pay the tip?’

I looked around, but there was no one else besides the mysterious eyes that had been watching me for a while.

“Come on, stop complaining!”

When I showed slight reluctance, the maids of Song Byeong-jun’s house forcibly put a brass bowl in my hand.

Then, by chance, our hands touched, and the way he wrapped his arms around mine as if he had been electrified by some kind of force made me look like he was in pain.

But her face was flushed… …. She seemed embarrassed.

‘Oh, is that it?’

Usually, these cases were one of two things.

A hitman who naturally approaches the enemy organization who noticed my identity and wants to dispose of me.

If not, then I should say that he is a poor soul who has been bewitched by my beauty trick that cannot be hidden even by his strong smell.

The former was impossible, since there was no one else in this world who knew my face.

That means… … .

“They say that the women in Lord Noda’s house are as considerate as they are beautiful… … It seems like that was true.”

It was a good thing, since I had a lot of questions at the time.

“Ugh… … . It’s refreshing.”

I drank all the cold water and handed the bowls to the maids with a smiling face.

Oh, and of course I didn’t forget to say thank you.

“Thank you. I was already dying from the heat today, but thanks to you, I survived a little.”

“Rice, don’t mention it… … .”

The person I was talking to didn’t even make eye contact with me.

They just played with each other’s hands and laughed.

I took a quick guess at his age; if it were modern times, he would have just graduated from high school and would be entering college.

“It looks like you haven’t been working here for very long?”

“Huh? No~”

“Here, Myeong-suk and Dahye have been working for seven years. And I and Kkeut-bun have been working for ten years!”

It was an unexpected answer.

So, how old are you all?

“Ah… … . Really? Then, how old are you all… … ?”

“Excuse me!”

“Ask a lady her age!”

“This guy and this guy are both twenty this year. He’s eighteen, and I’m nineteen.”

“… … .”

Even a rough calculation would show that everyone had been working in this house since they were young.

“Hmm… … What about your parents?”

“Parents? Those gentlemen brought me here and sold me!”

“That’s right, that’s right! I came here with a month’s worth of cigarette money for Dad.”

“I, I don’t have anything to eat for my younger siblings… … .”

Wasn’t it true that there is no grave in the world without a story?

At a time when everyone is deeply absorbed in their emotions, around dawn, a strange story that cannot be heard without tears is told on the late-night radio.

It was a little harsh, but that was the end of it.

“Hmm… … I see.”

As I was talking to the maids like that, the eyes watching me from afar became very annoying.

I don’t know who it is, but it seemed like I needed to deal with the gaze watching me for a moment in order to really dig up what I was curious about about this mansion.

“I’m sorry… … Could you please bring me another glass of cold water?”

“great!”

Everyone burst into laughter at my words and headed toward the kitchen.

And while they were away, I moved quickly.

The guy who was watching me pretended not to notice me and tried to sneak away when I walked straight towards him.

“hey?”

“… … .”

“hey?”

“… … .”

“Where is the way to the restroom?”

“… … ?”

The person who was running away slightly distanced himself stopped when I asked calmly where the bathroom was.

I didn’t miss that gap, flew straight at him and kicked him in the waist.

“Eww!”

“Um… … Isn’t this the place?”

The opponent collapsed and rolled around on the floor in a horrible manner. I grabbed the opponent by the hair and reenacted the humiliation that King Injo had suffered.

King Injo was fine even after being hit on the head nine times, but this guy’s head cracked open and his mouth opened after only three or four hits.

“Hey, wait a minute… … . Please save me!”

The guy entered a state where he lost all resistance, like the superconducting workers in Shanghai, as if he was ready to tell everything.

“I don’t have much time, so I’m going to ask you two quick questions. If you don’t answer, I’m going to throw you in the trash.”

“Yes, yes.”

Fear was etched into his eyes.

And my face would have been engraved too.

“Who told you to watch me?”

“The butler… … told me to keep a close eye on the outsider so he doesn’t do anything wrong.”

As expected, it is as expected.

So now the important question.

“What did Song Byung-jun hide inside the mansion?”

“Huh? Well, that question is too vague… … .”

“Really? So you don’t know?”

“Mom, it’s not that I don’t know! But you should ask me specifically what I’m hiding… … .”

“Really? Then, should I start by telling you what’s hidden deep inside?”

“I don’t know much about that… …. Ha, but I know where the Great Gamma keeps the wads of cash he’s accumulated through gambling!”

“Really? Where is that?”

“Over there, in the second room in the inner quarters… … .”

Those were his last words.

The unnamed subordinate of Song Byeong-jun had to end his miserable life by hitting his head on the pedestal.

The body was roughly thrown into a toilet hole and some manure was sprinkled on top to finish the matter.

Some may suspect he’s gone, but no one will look into the dungeon.

After finishing the brief investigation and wiping away the bloody traces with the water I had prepared for cleaning the bathroom, the maids who had run to the kitchen returned.

“Here’s water!”

“Thank you.”

Now that the intruder was out of the way, it was time to start asking questions.

* * *

The maids in the mansion had to move around the mansion while doing their work, so they were people who knew everything about housework.

Especially for someone like Song Byung-jun who owns a huge mansion, it would take a lot of effort to clean and maintain the large house.

Of course, they forbade the maids from going out for security reasons, but they probably wouldn’t have expected that they would come into the mansion and steal information like I did now.

“People sometimes gather and hold meetings inside Song Byeong-jun’s mansion.”

There was no way to know exactly what it was.

But given the increased security and more frequent meetings within the mansion over the past few days, it seemed clear that something was afoot.

The problem is, I don’t know what it is.

‘I’m a little curious, but… … .’

I turned my head slightly and looked back at Song Byeong-jun’s mansion.

In front of the overwhelming grandeur of the mansion as big as a whale’s back, the country carrying the shit-bag on its back looked like an insignificant krill.

‘That’s not what’s important.’

I don’t know what Song Byeong-jun is up to, but if I just kill him, all my problems will be solved.

Even if it isn’t resolved, it will certainly cause a major setback to the plans of the unidentified beings.

If they had sprinkled a little more pepper powder, they could have just set fire to Song Byeong-jun’s mansion or, as usual, just exploded a bomb with a bang!

By that time, the other person would have given up anyway.

“Tsk tsk… … .”

I’ll probably get a rough map of the inside of the mansion too.

Now it was time to return to the base and think of a way to kill Song Byeong-jun.

“Ugh, it smells.”

“Mommy, you shithead! Daddy, you shithead!”

“Come here and bury your shit.”

“… … .”

First of all, let’s talk about what to do with this fucking piece of shit.

NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 67