I became Stalin chapter 138

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The news of the attacked Kwantung Army Quarantine and Water Supply Department spread slowly over the stretches of the Japanese imperial bureaucracy.

It was a shocking fact that, despite their existence and purpose being top secret, the Bulyeongseons attacked the invincible Kwantung Army unit, killed the commander, and stole the unit’s confidential documents. Even the contents of the experiment that took place there, shocked people.

Accordingly, the Japanese Government-General of Joseon became ferocious day by day, trying to find and punish left-wing forces, calling them “impure elements.”

But the more they stepped on them, the more they spread like wildfire.

“… I salute you for your courage.”

“thank you sir! Whoa!”

Secret liaison office of the Korean Communist Party. I rented a fairly large building and put up a sign saying what kind of boss it was, but it was a space like a magul for the governor-general, where all kinds of work were prepared. A middle-aged man and three young men exchanged conversations there.

“Here is a pistol. The bomb will be brought by a friend named Jo Ga, who was sent from Geonjun. maybe… A famous gunslinger from the Soviet Union?”

“Okay. You have prepared a lot to catch one.”

“It’s about punishing the people’s enemies. fast… .”

The Japanese were in a dilemma. However, if you are in a corner, how to do something about it. They plundered the Korean peninsula harshly day by day. Even a grain of rice in the house was scraped off and taken away. The sons and daughters of Joseon were dragged one by one to the battlefield. As a bullet catcher, as a conscripted laborer, at will.

“Our target is… He is like a spearhead of imperialism who takes the lead in promoting the special support system for crane soldiers. You must kill him! There are many empty guests who come to this lecture, so it would be nice if they could finish it together… .”

You too will die together. The middle-aged Communist Party member looked at the youth with sad eyes. Sniping and terrorism could be said to be the main specialty of socialists. But those who perpetrated it usually did not come back.

But the young people were not paying attention.

“Teacher, don’t worry. If we dedicate ourselves to driving out imperialism, liberating the nation, and leading the world proletarian revolution, how could our lives be wasted?”

“… regret your life everyone. Don’t you think young bloody young men like you must be alive to work for the liberated country?”

“Do you know that, sir?”

“Well? What do you mean?”

The young men grinned. Among the young interigenzians in the fortress, this phrase was fashionable.

“If you must live, with the people, if you must die, for the people!”

* * *

“Come on, line up, line up! You can all get in, so stand in line! If you’re chaotic like this, you’ll be late, right?”

Kayama Mitsuro was the most famous literary writer in Joseon.

He had such a high reputation that he was listed at the beginning of the Tokyo Samjae, who wrote novels such as Moojeong and Danjongaesa. Among those who read or read lines in Gyeongseong, there was no one who did not read Mujeong.

He changed his name from his original Joseon name, Lee Kwang-soo, to his Japanese surname, Kayama Mitsuro, and around this time he was encouraging young people to apply for the Crane Army for the sake of the empire.

Curious what he was saying, who is famous as a great writer, young people from Gyeongseong gathered at the Chosun Theater, and the theater janitor had to shout at his young man to stand in line.

“Hey, this is great. Who the hell is Lee Kwang-soo? You mean that popular?”

“You mean, you’re a famous writer, aren’t you?”

At the edge of the crowd, three young men were chatting while looking at the large signboard of the theater. They all had long coats, fedoras, and smoked cigarettes.

“By the way, whoever is coming… Ah!”

“Nice to meet you. I am Joe from Vladivostok.”

The one they were waiting for has arrived. Holding a heavy leather briefcase, he spoke in Korean with a strange accent.

Joga, who lived for a long time in Vladivostok and became a nickname, was a kind of guesthouse introduced by the National Founding Committee.

“Are you all ready?”

“Oh, that’s right. The author just entering over there, that guy… .”

“Are you saying that you are the author of Mithronga?”

Speaking awkward Korean, Joe in Vladivostok put a big fist in his chest and rubbed it somewhere. The three men from the party also touched their inner pockets and their waists.

Security inside the theater was poor. It is impossible to search for visitors one by one in a place where there is no room to step when so many people have come. Several guests sitting noblely on the podium looked at it with delight.

“ladies and gentlemen! nice to meet you. My name is Jinei Aoki, who will host today’s event. I would like to express my gratitude to all the young people who gathered with loyalty for the future of the empire!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”

Before the lecture started, the host, Jin-A, introduced guests from all over the world. Following today’s protagonist Mitsuro Kayama, director of the Government-General’s Office of Police and a fellow officer, and even the first female doctor in Joseon, Amagi Katsuran (天城 活蘭).

It was an appointment that could tell how much the Governor-General attaches great importance to this lecture. Of course, they talked about the war situation of the empire in clever words.

‘Our loyal imperial army has a feeling that there are not enough people to illuminate the vast land and sea of ​​Donga with the blessings of His Majesty the Emperor… .’

It was people like Lee Kwang-soo and Kim Hwan-ran who became their tongues and entice young people.

However, the audience cheered enthusiastically. To the extent that I doubt that there is an uneasy atmosphere around Gyeongseong. Thousands of young people were all showing their ‘loyalty’ to His Majesty the Emperor.

“Thank you for giving such a great lecture!”

“I saw it last time and came back with my friends. I cried with emotion!”

“Thank you, thank you. Young people are the future of our Japanese Empire!”

The enthusiasm of the students was doubled when the main characters of the lecture, Mitsuro Kayama and Kwang-soo Lee appeared. Lee Kwang-soo held hands one by one, shook hands, greeted each other, and gave a loud speech.

“Everyone! Who are you! It’s a name we’ve always admired. It is our light and the path to follow. It is a name we have been thirsting for through tears!”

“Wow!”

“You are talking about the co-prosperity of Daedong-Ah!”

Applause erupted from the theater at Daemun-ho’s exuberant speech. But it wasn’t just applause. A few large young men abruptly rose from the front row of the audience.

“Fuck the bullshit! What kind of communal sphere in the Great East Asia!”

All eyes of the audience were focused on them. Outside, a group of police officers were buzzing, but because of the large crowd, they could not run and beat them with their clubs. Taking the opportunity, they pulled out their pistols.

The people on the podium were shocked by the sudden change and did nothing. Lee Kwang-soo’s eyes widened and he was speechless and took a step backwards.

“I have come to condemn you for lying to the youth of Joseon today!”

“Long live Korean independence! Go away from Japan!”

“What? It’s a bad spirited man! scene! scene… !”

Tang, Tang, Tang, and Vladivostok Joe agilely jumped onto the podium and fired their pistols. The three young men from the Communist Party of Korea also took out their pistols and fired pistols at the guests who were evidently high-ranking officials of the Japanese Empire.

The crowd shuddered at the sound of gunfire. People trying to run from the theater fell and tangled up and trampled on each other. Police stationed in the theater blew their whistle and entered, but Joe Vladivostok spoke with a loud voice.

“Hey! These pro-Japanese bastards! This is a bomb!”

“Ahhhhhh!!”

bang! Whoa, whoa, whoa! A bomb disguised as a briefcase exploded on top of the guests on the podium, already covered in blood. The sheet metal on the ceiling of the theater fell by the shock wave and hit people. The theater was filled with only screams and moans.

“Are you dead?”

“Perhaps? We are now estranged.”

The four who destroyed the theater were now looking for a way out. And on both sides of the stage above the stage, they saw the doors leading out to the actors’ waiting room.

As I was just running up, I saw a guy crawling towards the exit bleeding from his lower body.

“this guy… ? Isn’t this guy from the society?”

“Ugh… Uh huh… Please save me… Whoops!”

There was no intention of keeping the pro-Japanese groups alive, but the only thing they brought was a pistol, so they ran out of bullets. Without doing anything, the young men kicked his hated waist with one punch. Jin-A grabbed her lower abdomen and rolled on the floor.

“Are you going to be pro-Japanese or not?”

“I won’t, never again… !”

Jin-A couldn’t help but tremble and cry because of the pain coming from below and the fear of the terrorists, the evil spirits. The young men looked down on him as if he was in good shape.

Meanwhile, the police who broke through the tangled seats and rushed to the podium shouted.

“Stand there! Those who are evil spirits!”

tang, tang. The police fired pistols, but not a single shot was hit due to lack of marksmanship. However, Vladivostok Joe, whose steps were twisted by a blow to the floor, glared at the police. There is still enough to subdue them.

“I can’t, let’s shoot!”

Tang, tang, too. Famous gunslingers are different. The youth of the Communist Party of Korea admired his shooting skills. One by one, the officers fell, bleeding from the chest, forehead, and nape of the neck.

“Long live Korean independence! hurray!”

When the officers heard it, they shouted out slogans and disappeared like the wind.

* * *

“Damn you idiots! I told you to be so careful… .”

In one day, the governor-general became a chaos. Police Director Danke Ikutaro, who has to take the lead in handling the theater terrorist incident, has become a beehive for the terrorists. Mitsuro Kayama and Katsuran Amagi, who were cherished as lecturers, also died.

I said so much that we should be careful of the communists of the Korean Communist Party, but from the testimony at the scene, it was clear that the gangsters had come and left the mess.

“10 deaths and 25 injuries… you got this right Red bastards… .”

Not to mention the Koreans who died while running wild, many high officials and key pro-Japanese members of Joseon were killed and injured. At least the government-general should pay for their treatment, but he was nervous about the tight finances.

How the hell are you going to fix this?

With this incident, the people of Bulyeongseon who demand the independence of Joseon will begin to run rampant even more. The assassins who must be killed to show the worker bee white system ran away using the chaos… after. As he scanned the report, a strange text appeared in his eyes.

“Lecture host Jinei Aoki. By penetrating and hitting a fragment of the lower abdomen… uh… .”

There was a man who had lost a man because the debris had gone through the wrong places. Aoki… Shim Young? I’m sorry. Thinking of his own man who was still alive even when the situation turned into a mess, Kuniaki Koiso seemed to feel a little better.

“No, your young friend is an eunuch? Heh heh heh… .”

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