I Poach from the Organization to Build Up the Police Department

To save someone, Yukina Jin opened the Yokohama Police Department app. On his first day at work, he was shocked to discover that no one in the department had a stat above single digits, and their passive skills even came with the full package of [Three Tricks for Slackers]. Yukina Jin: ...A management player never gives up easily. To rebuild the police department, he resolutely infiltrated the Black Organization... and started poaching its members. So, at the end of the road. Scotland leaned against the wall, gasping for breath as he reached into his coat. Just as Rye was about to reveal his true identity and stop him from taking his own life Scotland pulled out a sniper rifle. Rye: ...? Scotland, expression cold: Become an informant for the Special Forces, or die by my rifle. The Yokohama wilderness. After losing his partner, Verlaine grieved amid the smoldering ruins. A certain leader arrived at a leisurely pace, just as he was about to swoop in and take advantage Randou, who had only recently vanished, walked out of the forest in a Special Forces uniform. Verlaine: ...?? Randou: ...I'm not some two-timing heartbreaker. I only got out of the freezer the day before yesterday. Tokyo Airport. Fukuchi had just finished explaining his life ambitions to his dearest friend. A pair of handcuffs snapped around his wrist. Fukuchi: ...? The former president, now the deputy captain, hesitated. “Given your past record, perhaps you could apply for a slight reduction in your sentence.” Energy is conserved. The Yokohama Police Department's expansion came at the expense of the rapid shrinkage of the distillery, the Port Mafia, the Special Division for Unusual Powers... and all the other major organizations. Many years later, a world within a certain book finally established a passage to this one. To maintain order during the merger, every member of the Yokohama Police Department's Special Forces was deployed. At the head of the team, a silver-haired shark of a man irritably bit down on his cigarette. He slightly raised the hand holding a Beretta, and as his sleeve slipped back, a pair of electronic handcuffs glowed red. The Demon with the drooping hat sighed silently. A tracking device of the same design was fastened around his exposed ankle. Doctor Mori smiled as he toyed with a scalpel, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Silver Wolf and Taneda. They were Yokohama's blades, sharp enough to cut down every evil in the world. Next Book Divider The Strongest Sanatorium on Earth The Rehabilitation Bureau had a task that sat at the very top of the Nightmare-Level Mission Rankings. No one dared touch it. Before retiring, Kang Ke casually accepted this Super S-Rank sanatorium construction mission. The moment he arrived, the sign in the empty lot lit up with red text: [Patient: Mastermind Behind the Scenes. Cause: Black Death curse. Please begin treatment as soon as possible.] The Black Emperor suppressed the gloom in his eyes. “I am merely a pawn in His Majesty's service... Actually, I admire benevolence.” Later, he really did become a benevolent ruler. By day, he was forced to govern the country with painstaking care; by night, he had to go out and grow melons. [Patient: Star-Destroying Leader. Cause: Pheromone imbalance. Please begin treatment as soon as possible.] The cold, impatient Alpha general wiped down his gun barrel and lied to his face. “I'm just the marshal's minesweeper. Actually, I want to save the world too.” Later, he really did become a general who saved the world. By day, he was forced to command all four armies; by night, he had to return to the sanatorium and repaint the walls. [Patient: Destructive Heavenly Dao. Cause: Soul completely annihilated. Please begin treatment as soon as possible.] The Heavenly Dao, gentle and kind in appearance, tended the flowers with hands that had only just annihilated the previous sanatorium director. “I'm merely a puppet of destruction. I never cared for fighting.” Later, he really did become the will of universal peace. By day, he was forced to maintain the universe; by night, he had to... ahem, voluntarily warm the director's bed. Kang Ke went on to treat a certain Lich King's servant, a certain Saint's forerunner, a certain arms dealer's underling, a certain schemer's pawn, a certain nation's sacrificial offering, a certain sword immortal's attendant... Everyone was amazed. The sanatorium was a place of outstanding people and spiritual influence, inspiring all to goodness. Only the villainous bosses locked up there, who went out early to save the world and came back late to undergo labor reform, knew the truth: That seemingly calm, easygoing, frail, and sickly director was the greatest evil in the universe! #HateHate# #You think I wanted to become a better person? The damn director forced me to!# #Heh, the director's gotten even better at playing the harmless pig while eating the tiger.# #The strongest villain on Earth, forcing people to be good!# When Kang Ke first arrived at the sanatorium, he asked the System a question: “What do you think is most important for a sanatorium?” The System: “...The wards? The patients? A people-first approach to service?” “Wrong.” Kang Ke replied nonchalantly, “Making this director happy.” Playing dumb and acting weak? No problem. But once the deception begins, he'll keep it up to the bitter end, even if he has to do it on his knees. Core Theme: People live to find redemption for themselves