On How to Pursue Hong Kong Black Cadres

Now there are two things that are rumored in the dark world.

First, the Port Mafia has absorbed a precious healing power user.It is rumored that this supernatural ability can instantly heal people alive, and even the wounded at the dying moment can be pulled back from the hands of death.

Second, Zhongyuan Zhongya, one of the five major cadres of the port mafia, picked up a very powerful superhuman named Jin, and was taught by Zhongyuan Zhongya himself by his side.

In such a short period of time, the port mafia has absorbed two people with supernatural powers. The injection of newcomers means that this behemoth that pervades Yokohama's night is still flourishing.

In treatment room No. 2, Tsushima Masaoomi smiled brightly at the man whose intestines came out: "Don't worry, it will be fine soon."

The man lying on the hospital bed was inexplicably relieved, the hole in his stomach didn't hurt anymore, and he could even smile back at General Tsushima in a white coat.

Masao Tsushima watched his favorability rise to 10, stuffed his intestines back with his rubber-gloved hands, and slapped them directly without even having a healing skill to suture.

"How do you feel?" Well, the vitality has reached 35, and another one is needed. Masaki Tsushima is hesitating whether to directly treat him or not.

"Thank you Tsushima-san, I feel much better." He really felt better, although the wound hadn't healed yet, he was able to get up without being so uncomfortable, which made him feel that the doctor who just arrived was really kind.

With a favorability level of 23, Masao Tsushima took another healing skill: "Don't be spicy, take a good rest, you can go when you're done."

"Thank you, thank you!" The man bowed ninety degrees, with a favorability score of 35.

Tsushima Masaoomi couldn't hold back his already stiff smile, nodded and walked to the next bed.

"Hello." He took out a candy from his coat pocket: "Eat a candy, it will make you feel better."

Favorability is 10, Tsushima Masaoomi displayed his healing skills with a straight face.

After staying in the treatment room for a week, he has learned to accept the weird random tasks and follow the prompts to complete them.Almost as long as he wants to heal people, random tasks can be triggered, and the number of skill uses obtained from the task target is almost the same as the number of uses used, and he doesn't earn much.It's just a little effort, but a waste of time.

Today is the same, I don't know where these people went to fight, as long as they are seriously injured and still alive, they are all pulled over, and it took nearly an hour to get it done.

After sending away the last patient whose life value was fixed at 60, Masaki Tsushima stretched his waist and thumped his shoulders.He has an assistant, this assistant, it's just that the other party has asked for leave due to special circumstances today, so it's really hard for him to work alone.

The leader said that he would send someone here to help, but he refused. Professional nurses helped cut the flesh and take the ammunition for the simplest bandages, but thinking about the fact that someone who knows nothing came here to toss him, he really couldn't bear his conscience.Tsushima Masaoomi didn't want his patient to die of pain because of the unprofessional nurse.

The entire treatment room was empty, only him and rows of beds.The No. 2 treatment room where Masao Tsushima is located is a "transfer station". As long as the health value is pulled to more than 50, they can be allowed to leave. As for whether they go to the next door to continue treatment or go home directly after leaving, it is not up to him.

The phone vibrated, and Tsushima Masaoomi, who picked up the phone, looked at the caller ID on it and raised his mouth: "Issei." It was his friend Kazunari Mori, the classmate who was going to be an exchange student.

"Ah, let me tell you, what have you been up to lately, general minister? I wanted to find you but there was no one there." Mori's half-truthful complaint came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little busy at work." The resident in treatment room No. 2 waited for the wounded who didn't know when he would show up. In fact, it was Mr. Zhong Yuan who changed clothes and left after a phone call. It was really busy and busy.

"Hey, hey, you don't even go for a run, so you're really in trouble?"

"I'm fine. The salary here is good. Well, the work is a bit tiring."

"You are not short of money."

General Tsushima didn't accept this.

"I don't care, you must accompany me tonight! I'm leaving in two days!"

General Tsushima paused slightly: "Sorry, I've been busy recently and forgot."

"Let's meet, today? Tomorrow?"

"I'm asking for leave now." It shouldn't matter if Mr. Zhongyuan is so easy-going.

Mori Kazunari: "That's what you said! We must get together today!"

"Well, hang up first."

General Tsushima first sent an email to Liu Hongyi, canceling today's shooting practice, and then directly called Nakahara Chuya.

Ever since he knew that Zhongyuan Chu was also the ceiling of the port mafia's combat power, and he had won the trust of the other party, Masao Tsushima never sent emails if he could make a phone call.

At this time, Zhong Yuanzhong was also at a reception: "What is it?"

"Mr. Zhongyuan, I'm very sorry. I know that tonight's task has been arranged long ago, but I have something to do later, can I ask for leave?"

Nakahara also glanced at the task target not far away. It was the person the leader wanted Masao Tsushima to try to attack, and Nakahara Nakahara agreed to his request for leave.

"Only this one time."

Masaki Tsushima breathed a sigh of relief and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Mr. Nakahara."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who hung up the phone, also took a sip of the red wine. Even if he couldn't see it, he knew that he must have smiled like an idiot, but that smile was quite useful to other people.

Put down the red wine glass, since Tsushima Masaoomi is not coming, let's solve it directly without wasting time.

Masaki Tsushima, who had asked for leave, changed his clothes, and after thinking about it, he still put on the entry ceremony he got from Mr. Nakahara, and then happily walked out of the port mafia building.Going forward, it is impossible to take a taxi outside the Ganghei Building. The taxis roar past without any intention of stopping, so the road ahead is better.

After taking a taxi, it was only when I arrived at the place that I realized that Mori Kazunari hadn't arrived yet... Masao Tsushima was squatting by the river thinking whether he was out of touch with society, and when he saw two legs standing upright downstream.

???

!!!

He quickly jumped off the river dam, and after confirming that there was no one there, he teleported directly into the river and grabbed the man's leg, thinking in his heart that I wanted to use skills on him.

This time, however, nothing happened in the system.

General Tsushima paused for a moment, ignoring the other sinking into the water, dragging the man's chin and starting to swim to the shore.

After landing smoothly, he patted the unconscious black-haired man with his eyes closed, but there was no response.When Tsushima was about to check the opponent's mouth and nose, the man suddenly cheated, and Tsushima sat down on the ground in fright.

"Ah, I didn't die yet." He uttered the words clearly and looked disappointed, which made Masaki Tsushima feel that the drips of water falling from his head were more energetic than him.

After understanding what he said, Tsushima Masaoomi stood up with a cold face, sulking as he twisted his wet clothes.

He saved a person, a person who committed suicide by jumping into the river, and his breath was blocked in his throat as if he had done something bad with good intentions.

Those beautiful iris eyes suddenly lit up: "This lovely little... is sir." The light dimmed instantly, as if everything had lost its meaning again.

Masao Tsushima twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally took a deep breath: "Since there are still things you like, why do you want to commit suicide?"

"Is there something you like?" Osamu Dazai smiled like a flower this time: "I want to find a beautiful lady to die in love with and experience that beautiful moment." The smile on his face suddenly disappeared when he said that, and even brought a smile on his face. Looking at Masaki Tsushima with a scrutinizing expression: "Unfortunately you are not."

Masaki Tsushima felt that he was looking for abuse!He left angrily, and finally took out the water-soaked mobile phone, but fortunately, although the wallet was flooded, it still stubbornly stayed in his trouser pocket.

Osamu Dazai: "This lovely gentleman, meeting is fate, why don't I treat you to dinner."

His eyes fixed on Tsushima Masaoomi's hand, the style of this glove is really familiar.

The author has something to say:

Nakahara Nakaya, the conscience of Hong Kong and black, solved the mission goal for General Tsushima today. _(:з」∠)_