Please Don't Give Me Sick Scripts

As the former top killer in the organization, Fuyuki Yang retreated to the second line after a near-death operation and got a body that coughed up blood from time to time. No one knew that while in coma, Fuyuki Yang had a dream about the past and future. In the dream, the young tamer who scorned love would lock him in a spacious safe house after he fell ill. The corners of the furniture were smoothed, and the existence that could be used as weapons was confiscated. His partners who had just received the whiskey code were coming and going in the safe house, with emotions in their eyes that he had never seen before. As for Fuyuki Yang, he is frail and sick and has no strength to resist, so he only has to do a few things every day. Eat, sleep, and be stuffed with soy sauce. Fuyuki Yo:... So why exactly is this happening? [In short, this is the world of a novel] said the voice in my head. [As for why, after all, this is not a serious novel] Fuyuki Yang woke up from his coma. He was sitting on the hospital bed. The ECG monitor next to him sounded an alarm and he kept coughing due to his emotional fluctuations. The hand that patted his back was firm enough. Fuyuki Yang's face was pale, his golden eyes reflected the faces of his partners, and in his ears were their concerned voices asking about his health. From this moment on—— Fuyuki Yang decided to save himself. - In the third year since he voluntarily applied to work as an undercover agent at the Port Mafia, Fuyuki Yang has spent much less time with his cubs and partners. He breathed a sigh of relief, and not long after he fell asleep peacefully, the dream he had had changed. The layout is still the same, but the location of the safe house has changed, and there are also a few more people entering and exiting the safe house. Fuyuki Yang woke up again and opened his eyes in the dark night. His soft lips were bloodless and his breathing was rapid. It took him two seconds to realize that he was covered with the coat of a certain port mafia cadre. "Fuyuki-kun." As a cadre, his boss asked him with a smile, "I kept calling everyone's names in my dream." [Go home, go home, kid] Three years later, the voice in my head shook its head again and sighed. [The only way out is to take the public examination, if you continue like this, there will be no hope] Fuyuki Yang was silent. Fuyuki Yang lay back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, not wanting to speak. - Whether it is the black organization or the port mafia, there is always a unified evaluation of Fuyuki Yang. He looked like a weak man, but he was strong and confident when he held the gun. Behind him was the fire caused by the explosion, but his eyelashes were stained with moisture due to violent coughing. Whenever you are rescued by him and ask him worriedly if he is okay, a smile will appear on Mr. Fuyuki's beautiful face. He will gently tell you that it is okay, then say thank you, then lower his eyes and continue to calmly lay out the steps of each task. "So where is Leader Fuyuki now?" Asked the newly joined member of the organization. "This is a topic that cannot be brought up." Vodka far away. "They have been fighting each other at the training ground for two hours since the eldest brother found a box of books on the public examination in his room." Newcomer:? ? ? What's the test? What public? ? Can we still take the public examination in our industry? ? ●XP's work, the highlights are basically in the introduction, please see Chapter 1 for details. *2025.2.25 —— *Push my advance receipt→ "But I just want to be a villain" As the top executive of Port Mafia, Kirishima Mitsuki's daily job is to eliminate potential threats to the leader, investigate traitors in various departments, and then personally eliminate the traitors. Probably because of this, most members of the Port Gang never dared to take the initiative to talk to him. Kirishima Mitsuki's name became synonymous with terror. As soon as he stepped into the headquarters, there would be no man's land within three meters. Until one day, Kirishima Mitsuki, who was accidentally bound to a mind-reading system, heard the voices of his subordinates. [Because I failed the mission, I listened to Mr. Kirishima teach me a lesson for ten minutes. How good is it?] [Enviable level] [When Officer Kirishima punched him, the first thing that came over was the scent, although he would probably die if he was hit] [0 people care that you have all spoken to Mr. Kirishima. It's so funny that I didn't break my defense at all] Kirishima Mitsuki's face was expressionless, and he glanced at the subordinates in front of him who lowered their heads and regarded themselves as savage beasts. He just thought that he was too busy at work and had hallucinations. However, the inexplicable sound became more and more intense, and one day it suddenly turned into—— [Kirishima really likes to take Chuuya on missions. He doesn't know what tricks Chuuya uses, so he can simply tell him tomorrow that Chuuya will surrender himself to the police station late at night and prepare to exit the port and go to jail] [Q: Where did this guy learn to pretend to be pitiful? Hey, Kirishima couldn't tell at all that the injuries on his body were caused by himself... Oh, I really can't tell. Is that guy Dazai intending to be mute by just staring and not speaking?] [Hehe, I will blame Dazai first, and then Chuuya, Mitsuki will be mine alone] "Dazai." After a moment of silence, Kirishima Mitsuki narrowed his eyes, trying to confirm the credibility of the voice he heard. "Do you have any contact with the police?" Osamu Dazai blinked and replied innocently. "Oh." Kirishima Mitsuki breathed a sigh of relief, "That's okay." System: Nothing is wrong! Of course something happened! Why is this your focus? ! ! Wide awake! Wake up! - Yuya Kazami, a public security officer, heard that when Chief Furitani was in the police academy, he once had a companion who was proficient in sniper combat. His companion graduated from the police academy together with him and joined the police together. Although he broke the rules and grew long silver hair, after repeatedly submitting perfect answers to tasks, no one questioned whether his long hair would affect his actions. "Then he is now...?" "Sacrificed to protect the hostages." The wind and clouds were calm in the valley, and after leaving this sentence, he regained his proper expression as a bourbon. "The forensic doctor examined his body, and we discovered at that time that he had lied about his age and was only twenty years old when he left." Kazami Yuya looked at the photos in the file and was in awe of the police officer named "Kirishima". Then one day, Kazami Yuya saw Kirishima Mitsuki stepping on someone's head at the action site. The young man's expression was indifferent, and his long hair fell from his shoulders as he lowered his head. When Feng Jian froze in place, he was about to frown—— [! ! Wait, Chief Jianggu! Kirishima is not dead! He went to be an undercover agent! What should I do? Will my sudden appearance disrupt the above plan?] Kirishima Mitsuki:...... Kirishima Mitsuki's pupils were shaken. What kind of undercover agent? Did the police know that he did not hesitate to sneak into the police force and work as an undercover agent in order to obtain information? ? Kirishima Mitsuki pondered: The Japanese police are so terrifying, how about I kill people now and silence them to avoid future troubles? Intention: From escape to resistance, move forward bravely