NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 71



Only Krnovel

Rabbit Hunting (8)

A butler lying motionless on the floor and a criminal wearing a stolen officer’s uniform standing above him.

And Song Byeong-jun’s gaze as he watched this… … In this situation that looked dangerous to anyone, Song Byeong-jun tried to call someone by shouting loudly.

In any case, the villain was alone, and if the servants working inside the mansion or the soldiers outside heard this and came running, they would have been able to subdue the villain easily.

Believing so, I opened my mouth wide and took a deep breath.

“There’s no one there… … .”

But his mouth was soon forced shut.

In an unexpected situation, his bad teeth chewed his soft tongue, causing blood to spurt out.

“Ugh… … . Ugh… … .”

The assailant met Song Byeong-jun’s gaze, who was bleeding from his mouth, and gently put his index finger to his mouth.

“fizzle.”

Then, he immediately struck Song Byeong-jun’s leg with the club he was holding.

-Bam.

It was a cute sound.

But its power was not like that.

“Ugh!”

Song Byeong-jun’s body collapsed.

He wanted to scream at the pain shooting up from his legs, but unfortunately he couldn’t because the assailant covered his mouth.

“Ugh. Ugh… … .”

Even so, Song Byeong-jun endured the pain and sent an angry gaze at the stranger, as expected of someone who had once passed the military service examination and served as the king’s bodyguard.

“Your Majesty, you seem angry.”

“… … .”

“Well, it would be understandable to be angry if you were just resting in the house when a stranger suddenly barged in and started a ruckus.”

“… … .”

“But when I saw Lord Noda, I also got angry.”

“Ugh… … .”

Song Byeong-jun tried to answer, “What on earth is…?” but the only sounds he could make were “eung” and “eung.”

If he had known Morse code, that alone would have been enough to communicate, but sadly, Song Byeong-jun did not know that.

“It is not a cliche story about feeling anger as a Korean toward a traitor who sold out his country.”

“Ugh… … ?”

Song Byeong-jun seemed to have answered, “Then what is it?”

“It’s just a personal grudge.”

“Euh… …? Euh euh!”

If it were normal, Song Byeong-jun wouldn’t have been interested in this guy’s personal grudge.

But in this situation, my mind was filled with curiosity and wonder about him.

“Oh, are you curious?”

“Eup!!”

Song Byeong-jun nodded vigorously.

Then, he looked up at the stranger with a longing look as if telling him to speak quickly.

“It’s nothing. I was just cleaning Lord Noda’s back room when some shit splashed on my face… just a little bit. That’s all.”

“… … ?”

“How about it? Compared to Lord Noda selling something that couldn’t be sold, isn’t it better to kill someone for getting a drop of excrement splashed on their face?”

“… … .”

Song Byeong-jun didn’t say anything.

No, I couldn’t say anything.

It wasn’t that the guilt of selling out his country had engulfed him all over, it was just that the villain had blocked his mouth so he couldn’t do it.

If not, he would have screamed with all his might to gather people.

“It is truly a pleasure to see Lord Noda, who usually makes people keep their mouths shut, keeping his mouth shut like this. Isn’t that right, Lord Noda?”

“… … .”

“Seeing the mouth of your majesty, who was just twitching his beak excitedly, closed, I feel my heart at ease.”

As he spoke, the assailant took out a grenade from a small pouch on his waist and stuffed it into Song Byeong-jun’s mouth.

Then he smiled and said to Song Byeong-jun.

“This is called a safety handle. If it falls, the ball will hit the detonator and explode with a bang in a few seconds. So if you want to live a little longer, you have to hold on tight, right?”

As soon as the assailant finished speaking, he pulled out the safety pin.

“!!!”

“Now, Lord Noda. If you spit out a grenade here, neither you nor I will be able to avoid death. If you do so, even at the moment of death, you will be considered a great man who sacrificed his life for the Empire of Japan.”

“… … .”

“If you just relax here for a moment… … . Your Majesty, you will become an unparalleled hero. The great hero who died together with the ghost of Gyeongseong that no one could do anything about, Marquis Noda Heijiro! What do you think?”

“… … .”

But Song Byeong-jun couldn’t hear his words.

What was monopolizing Song Byung-jun’s attention right now was not the culprit who had beaten his butler to death and placed a bomb in his mouth, but the small grenade he had placed in his mouth.

“It seems that Lord Noda doesn’t have the courage to do that. It’s really… … . It’s too bad.”

The assailant licked his lips as if he was disappointed, then immediately took out a camera from somewhere and took a few pictures of Song Byeong-jun’s tense face.

The strange man, who had captured Song Byeong-jun’s frightened expression under the bright gas lamp light illuminating the dark night, only then smiled in satisfaction.

“Because Lord Noda is such a good person, I think his portrait will turn out well.”

Then he put the camera away and turned around.

“If Lord Noda can hold out until morning, today’s incident may just pass as a passing incident.”

Before leaving, the villain did not forget to cover the body of Song Byeong-jun’s butler, who had either lost consciousness and collapsed or had simply gone to heaven.

Thanks to that, Song Byeong-jun had to feel the pressure of something heavy pressing down on his body.

The culprit who had created such a horrible situation in Song Byeong-jun’s life disappeared into the mansion.

“… … .”

And Song Byeong-jun was left alone.

Blood was seeping out of his torn tongue, filling his mouth, and he couldn’t even breathe freely because of Butler Kim’s body pressing down on his stomach.

As time went by, it became harder and harder to breathe and I was suffocating.

‘Fuck… … . Fuck… … . Fuck!’

It was the biggest crisis in Song Byeong-jun’s life.

For the time being, I turned my head to the side and gently bled out the blood that was gathering in my mouth, but that didn’t solve the problem.

As he continued to bite down on the heavy metal, his teeth, which were already weak, began to hurt, and his jaw joints began to creak and groan in pain.

‘I can’t die like this… … . At least I can’t die like this… … !’

Song Byeong-jun felt very wronged.

I couldn’t sleep on a moonlit night, so I went out into the yard to get a drink, and this is what happened.

Of course, he also thought that something like this would happen someday.

When I heard the news that other people had been injured or killed by the rebels who were running around claiming to be independent, I thought that I too would experience something like this someday.

That is why he usually took bodyguards with him when he went out, and even acted as the safe-keeper for the commander of the Korean garrison, thereby allowing Japanese soldiers into his mansion!

But all those efforts were in vain.

He was too complacent, and the price for that was now dying a slow death.

The pain from the wound on his torn tongue at the moment of death had long since been forgotten in the face of the fear of death.

‘I can’t die like this… … I can’t… … !’

If he were an ordinary person, he would have given up everything at this point and quietly accepted death or taken the time to look back on his past life, but unfortunately, Song Byeong-jun was a person who was different from those leisurely people.

He was the son of a gisaeng, the lowest class of people in Joseon, a country where the legal ladder system known as the caste system was rampant.

His father and mother did not love each other and gave birth to him, he was just a byproduct of a one-night stand between a man and a woman.

In this way, Song Byeong-jun’s life was created and born in a situation that no one wanted.

And so it comes to this point.

Although many people knew of his pitiful situation and showed him kindness, Song Byeong-jun crawled up to this point by stabbing them in the back of the head.

It was a life lived only for success.

It took countless people’s blood and tears to get him to this position.

That is why Song Byeong-jun did not give up his life easily.

‘I’ll survive somehow! And the ghost of Gyeongseong… … I’ll find that guy and destroy him!’

Song Byeong-jun’s will to live was rekindled.

Fortunately, the only things he can’t move are his leg, which was hit a moment ago, and his mouth, which is holding the grenade tightly in its mouth.

Both hands were free.

“Ugh… … . Ugh… … .”

He pushed away with all his might the body of Butler Kim that was pressing down on his body.

When he was young, he could lift even a log as if it were straw, but at the age of sixty-five, the weight of his life was heavier than a thousand-pound weight, and so was the body of Butler Kim that was weighing down on him.

“Ugh… … Ugh ugh!!!”

Song Byeong-jun squeezed out his last bit of strength, burning with an iron will to live.

Then, as if it were a lie, Butler Kim’s heavy body began to move little by little.

‘That’s it! That’s it! I’m alive now!’

He once again had the feeling that he had won.

Just as countless people have tried to kill him over the years but failed, the ghost of Gyeongseong that made Gyeongseong tremble was also unable to kill himself.

‘Wait, Inooom… … . I will definitely find you and tear you limb from limb… … !’

Song Byeong-jun’s will to live gradually changed into a flame for revenge.

He pushed Butler Kim away with all his might, vowing that he would definitely kill the ghost that was stirring up Gyeongseong.

And when the pressure that had been weighing on my body had somewhat subsided.

“Oh really… … . Did you really want to live that much?”

A voice that shouldn’t be heard was heard.

Song Byeong-jun’s eyes rolled around, searching for the owner of the voice.

But the owner of the voice was not visible.

“Do you still have such attachment to this world?”

The voice was slowly getting closer.

Then Song Byeong-jun’s hands became anxious.

I had to get out of here as soon as possible.

“Your Majesty Noda.”

But the voice he so feared was now heard right at his bedside.

When I slightly raised my eyes, I saw a dark shadow looking down at me.

Although his face was not clearly visible because of the dark shadows, his black eyes looking down at him were clearly visible in the pitch-black darkness.

“You’ve enjoyed everything you could have enjoyed, done everything you wanted to do, and lived a long life… … So why do you want to live any longer?”

“… … .”

As the assailant spoke, he immediately poured a bucket of water on Song Byeong-jun’s body.

“How many people have shed tears and died because of your greed… … How can your Majesty wish to die in comfort in bed?”

“Th, think about it… … .”

Song Byeong-jun unconsciously begged for his life at the voice that was so creepy.

But he couldn’t even say that because of the grenade in his mouth.

If I let my guard down even for a moment, it felt like the grenade in my mouth would drop and explode.

“While Your Majesty was struggling to survive his one and only life, I went to the inner quarters for a moment.”

The assailant showed him a large, familiar-looking bag.

Song Byeong-jun immediately recognized the owner of the bag.

“Ugh!!! Ugh!! Ugh!!!”

“I knew you would react that way.”

It was a bag containing the secret funds of high-ranking generals of the Joseon Garrison Command, which Song Byeong-jun had been managing on their behalf.

Inside, there were money, gold bars, and various financial products that had been collected by squeezing the lower classes from all over Joseon over the years, like squeezing a dry rag.

If that were to disappear, there would be no way for him to avoid responsibility even if he were to survive here.

“Eeeeek!!!”

“As expected, Your Majesty, you don’t care about your family and think of money first. I knew it.”

“… … ?”

The assailant suddenly mentioned his family.

Then he pulled out a dagger stained with someone’s blood and thrust it in front of his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t kill you.”

Then suddenly he took out a lighter.

“The weather is really nice… … . Isn’t it?”

“… … ?”

“In this kind of weather, it would be normal for there to be a foul odor coming from the back room, but there’s nothing like that today.”

“???”

Now that I think about it, a pungent smell was coming from somewhere, it smelled just like the oil you put in your car.

Song Byeong-jun realized that the smell was coming from his own body, but it was already too late.

“It’s a few months late, but happy sixty-fifth birthday, Lord Noda.”

The assailant threw the lighter away.

Then the flames rose up.

“Kuaaaah!!!”

Eventually, Song Byeong-jun could not bear the pain and screamed, and soon a loud explosion was heard from his mansion.

NIS Agent Tears the Japanese Empire Episode 72