NIS Agents Tearing Up the Japanese Empire - Chapter 290



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Episode 290

Shadow Government (4)

Night has come, darkness has fallen over the city, and a curtain of silence has fallen over the streets.

People on the streets hurriedly went home, and those without homes also dispersed to find a place to end the day.

Darkness fell on Vladivostok, the largest port city in the Primorsky Krai, and the streets were deserted.

If one stands on a wide street, he will find himself standing alone from one horizon to another.

Beria was just like that now.

“… … .”

Beria looked around, felt slightly nervous, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Obviously, he was planning to finish his work for the day and go home to rest comfortably.

Yeah, that’s what I was thinking… … .

‘When I came to my senses, it was the complete opposite.’

I was walking along the road without thinking much, and before I knew it, I had reached the roadside located in the opposite direction from my house.

Of course, there were things that happened here and there.

Like a cat suddenly having a fit and throwing a tantrum, causing a trash can to fall over and you have to turn around to avoid it, or drunken workers blocking the road by grabbing each other by the collar and fighting.

This is something that happens often, so I tried to avoid it… … .

‘Where am I? Is this the outskirts road?’

It seemed like I took the wrong road.

‘Did I take the wrong road? Me?’

If he were an ordinary person, he would have been slightly angry at having taken the wrong path and would have felt ashamed and gone back the way he came, but Beria didn’t do that.

No, he wasn’t in a position to think that way.

“I know you’re there. Come and show yourself to me.”

Beria didn’t know where his opponent was, but he shouted with great energy and looked around.

But no matter how much I looked around, there was no sign of people on the streets.

‘… …Was it a mistake?’

At that moment, when Beria was thinking like that and letting his guard down.

A loud engine noise was heard from the alley, and a car quickly came out of the alley.

-Squeak.

The heavy car made a sharp turn and stopped right in front of Beria’s nose, and the driver’s door opened.

And then someone familiar got off.

“It’s been a while, Berry.”

“… … This teacher.”

“You still remember me.”

The Ghost of Gyeongseong.

He returned to Vladivostok.

“I heard you left for America a while ago, but I didn’t know you’d come back already.”

“Looking at the situation back home, it seems like the situation here is more urgent than in the United States.”

“okay.”

Beria would have already heard about me through the spy network that the Soviet Politburo had planted inside the United States.

The Soviet Politburo probably knows more or less what I was up to in the United States and what happened as a result of it.

The ghost of Keijo, who was active in Asia and brought the Japanese Empire to its knees, has disappeared without a trace, but you may have heard news that an unidentified Japanese terrorist named Geronimo has suddenly appeared in the United States.

Then wouldn’t you naturally think there would be some connection between the two?

Well, the Japanese Empire either didn’t even think about the fact that I had gone to America, or they were afraid of their actions being revealed, so they kept quiet, but the Soviet Union likely knew.

Aren’t they the ones who are most interested in my whereabouts in the first place?

These guys are the only ones who persistently dig in and observe me wherever I go.

and…….

“Let me make this short, why is the Soviet government interested in the independence army?”

First, he thrust a pistol at Beria’s forehead and pushed him against the wall, then he asked him the things he was curious about.

Beria, who suddenly had a gun pointed at his head, waved his hands in great embarrassment.

“Oh, no! I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but I don’t think it’s what you’re thinking right now, sir!”

“Do you know what I’m thinking right now?”

I wasn’t thinking about anything right now.

Because I didn’t have any thoughts.

So, Beria must not be able to read my thoughts at all and is just shaking his eyes.

“Uh, I… … That’s… … .”

“I don’t know.”

“I, I don’t know what that is, but anyway, it’s not what you think, sir! First, listen to what I have to say and then think about it… … .”

“Listen to my story.”

I put the gun away and asked Beria again.

“3 minutes.”

“Three minutes?”

“You have three minutes to convince me or pull out the gun on your waistband.”

Beria’s gaze turned to the pistol holster on his waist.

Beria was in a position where he could have reached out and grabbed him at any moment, but he didn’t.

Instead, he tried to calm me down while becoming even more flustered.

“Oh, no. How could I… … Heh heh.”

“Then explain, it’s already been 30 seconds.”

“Ah! That, that’s… … .”

Even though the pressure interview started suddenly, Beria showed no sign of panic and began to make excuses one after another as if he had prepared them in advance.

“The reason we supported the independence army from our side was to uphold the will of the eternal leader of the people, Comrade Lenin, and to fight against the Western empires that oppress others… … .”

Beria talked all sorts of nonsense to save his life.

Because the explanation was so long-winded, there were times when I didn’t quite understand what was being said, but to summarize, it’s like this.

“So, are you saying that after South Korea became independent, you actively supported the independence army in order to maintain close relations?”

“That’s it!”

-bang

“?!”

When sparks flew at Beria’s feet, he flinched and stepped back.

“Are you asking me to believe that now?”

“Haha, I don’t know why you don’t believe me. Our Soviet Union was created to fight for freedom and equality for all people… … .”

“Stop talking nonsense and tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Huh? Your true feelings? What are you talking about…?”

“If you want to see the Kremlin explode tomorrow, you can make more noise there.”

“… … .”

If someone else had said it, Beria would have just laughed it off, but since it came from my mouth, even he wouldn’t be able to take it lightly.

Even now, you can see that he is very flustered as soon as he hears what I say.

“Ah, no, you should talk first. If you’re being so harsh, what should I do…?”

“The answer first.”

As I sharply made excuses, only then did Beria open his mouth, looking a little more serious.

“… … An order has come down from above to closely support the Ghost of Gyeongseong.”

“Orders? Support me? Why?”

“It seems like the higher-ups are trying to bring you to our side and use you as a reliable local human resource for the Asia branch… … .”

“That story again?”

It was a story that I had heard so many times before that it was drilled into my ears.

And it was a story that was rejected over and over again.

“I told you last time that I didn’t want to do that.”

“Well, that’s true, but… … .”

Beria hesitated and looked at me.

Looking at that, it seemed like something had happened inside the Soviet Union again.

I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but if the route was going back and forth like this and doing things like that…

“It looks like the person above has changed.”

“… … You know a lot.”

“Because I’m used to it.”

I have experienced many times when superiors change and the organization’s direction becomes confused.

That is why we can sympathize with Beria’s situation.

Suddenly, the person in charge changes, and all previous missions, information, and orders are treated as if they never existed, and difficult-to-understand orders are given out right away.

Then, the people below will not be able to adapt and will just die.

Then, performance hits rock bottom, and the superiors who don’t understand this situation keep getting angry and making a fuss, saying, “Can’t you do this?”

Well, this may vary from time to time, but that’s exactly what I experienced.

“So if I refuse you this time, you’re going to blow your balls off, right?”

“… … .”

I asked him casually with a cigarette in his mouth, but instead of answering coolly, Beria turned his head away and avoided answering.

Usually in cases like this there was only one answer.

‘I guess I’m really about to lose my neck.’

If he had been the original Beria of history, by now he would have been holding on to the solid Stalinist rope in Georgia and building his own foundation while making great strides.

But what about now?

Having failed to properly address Stalin, he was living in exile, not exile, in Vladivostok, the farthest place from Moscow.

I will skip explaining what it means to be distant from the center in politics, as it would be a waste of time, and if we just look at Beria’s current situation, he is a local big shot, but he is not at a level where he can exert influence over the center.

In Moscow, if you cough even once, you could be branded a reactionary and have your head blown off overnight.

So, Beria must be watching me closely while being as careful as possible.

Perhaps it was for this reason that he decided to provide large-scale support to the independence army.

‘I guess he must have made a somewhat unreasonable request to his superiors in order to achieve some results… … .’

‘The higher-ups probably actively supported Beria because they thought it would save face if he accomplished what his predecessor could not.’

A picture appeared in my head.

‘It seems that even if Beria is defeated, he is defeated firmly.’

Clearly, in the original history, he was a guy who never knelt down to anyone except Stalin, but why is he like that now… … .

“I… … Teacher, I think this will probably be the last time I can support you.”

“… … .”

“If you need, I can also give you the new tank development plan that is currently under development in Moscow. Security there is somewhat weak, and the higher-ups have high expectations of you… … .”

Beria knew very well how much I hated the Reds, so he must have guessed that I would not join hands with the Soviet government.

So, he decided to change course and appeal to my human emotions by showing me that he would be loyal to me until the end.

‘They’re struggling to survive.’

But I didn’t hate that Beria.

Anyway, if this guy really died, it would be more problematic to gently persuade the other guy who came after him to join my side.

There is no time or reason to do that in the first place.

and.

“I don’t think we’ll need the tank blueprints.”

“… … I guess so.”

“And it would be difficult for me to join hands with that government and become a dog of the Politburo.”

“… … Yes, I understand.”

Beria looked at me with the calm expression of a condemned man standing in front of the gallows.

Then he said his final goodbyes to me with a comfortable smile.

“It was a short time, but I am grateful for the time we spent together. Thanks to you, teacher, I was able to become a branch manager in a big city like this.”

“So? Are you satisfied with this?”

“yes?”

“A man must look higher.”

“yes……?”

I dropped my half-smoked cigarette on the ground and looked at Beria.

“If a Georgian bank robber became the ruler of the Soviet Union, why can’t you?”

“Huh? W, what… … .”

He stepped on the cigarette butt that had fallen to the ground, put out the embers, and made a suggestion to Beria.

“The latest military technology I brought from the United States.”

“Military technology… …?”

“Is that enough to pay for your life?”

“… … .”

Tears poured out of Beria’s eyes, which had been as cold as ice.

“teacher……!”

“It looks like the British guys have made something interesting this time… … It’s something so cool that it makes the technicians there turn their eyes.”