I disguised myself as the second personality of a beautiful girl

He did not die on the spot. In addition to his strong body and entering a state of alienation, the other function was the armor.

It effectively offsets part of the bullet's kinetic energy.

Otherwise, more serious consequences may occur.

When fighting a killer in hand-to-hand combat, it is also thanks to the armor that the opponent does not have too many options to attack.

The opponent's dagger couldn't cut through the windbreaker, so he could only attack the wound on the abdomen, the seriously injured shoulder, and the face, which were unprotected parts.

Makes defense much easier.

Therefore, he needs to repair his clothes or buy more powerful armor.

Now.

Orihara Kaede was naked from the waist up, leaning against the wall. There were white bandages on her shoulders and abdomen. The suit she was wearing was not in the ward. It was obviously taken away by old man Matsumoto.

"Call me?"

When no response was received, Mon5 hesitated for a moment, stretched out his tentacles and knocked on the door panel.

Soon, old man Matsumoto came over after hearing the noise. Seeing that he was in good condition, he smiled and asked: "Brother, are you awake? How are you feeling now?"

"weak."

Orihara Kaede answered.

"This is normal. You are using hormonal drugs, and you are using them when you are seriously injured... It consumes your vitality and makes you weak for a few days. You need to check the nutritional supplement during this time. There may be sequelae. It depends on the follow-up observation.

.”

Matsumoto Caojie has not commented on the issue of using drugs to harm one's body.

He understands it very well.

At that time, the situation was critical, and he was about to die. Survival was the first priority, and whether he was healthy or not? Isn't this a joke? He was already eating instant noodles, how could he still be healthy?

Orihara Kaede nodded.

This diagnosis is absolutely correct. This illegal doctor is indeed very capable.

"It does a lot of harm to the body, and we lose money, but we can replenish what we eat, and we will make up for it after eating." Mon5 laughed out loud, found a big tonic and sucked it in one meal and it was done.

A matter of time.

"Last night, the Western Factory was unintentionally helping the stronghold."

Old man Matsumoto glanced at him thoughtfully, "Brother should be here."

"Yes, I was injured there."

Orihara Kaede answered truthfully, there was nothing to hide.

The movement at that time was actually not that small.

It's not a no man's land.

Being noticed by others is inevitable.

As for the issue of being exposed to the outside world, he is not worried. No matter what he does with his current identity or how much public opinion he gets, it will not affect his original identity.

As long as he guarantees this, he will have nothing to worry about.

The exposure of the nine-tailed fox as a trump card is indeed a problem and may attract the attention of the Chaogiri family and other forces.

Others are not a big problem.

The harvest this time is not bad. If you add some high-end equipment, you should be able to cope with it.

"Well...well..."

Old man Matsumoto nodded with appreciation and affirmation, and said with a smile: "I have heard about it. You defeated the first stage Ghost Claw. It was very powerful. It was indeed very powerful. Very few people nowadays can use technology to make up for their skills.

With your extraordinary swordsmanship skills..."

As he spoke, his eyes showed a little nostalgia and loneliness.

"I wiped it, was it exposed?" Mon5 spoke up.

"You don't know yet. In fact, there was an eyewitness at the time, an information dealer. Speaking of which, that guy was also unlucky. He was shot just after taking the video of you killing Ghost Claw..."

Old man Matsumoto made a head-opening gesture.

"You deserve it, you damn paparazzi!"

Mon5 cursed.

"Afterwards, the video was posted on the Internet. Although it was quickly suppressed by the [company] and there were dedicated personnel to check the source, a small number of people still knew about it. Now the spread is basically word of mouth..."

"Although it's less than a day..."

"But little brother, you are famous in the circle."

Old man Matsumoto is sitting beside the bed, which is actually a mixed blessing.

The good thing is to be well-known. This kind of publicity will bring more customers and more orders. It will also train new people in the company and get corresponding resources.

The bad ones are also famous, and there will be more probing eyes and more unkind eyes.

Of course, it won't be done very obviously.

On the surface, Tokyo is peaceful and prosperous, but in fact it is just a facade. The tentacles of interests are everywhere, and they are fighting all the time. Large and small forces, consortiums and organizations...

Capital is chasing profits, and there are undercurrents.

"picket?"

After a moment of silence, Orihara Kaede realized something.

If he was just a small player and something like this happened, would the company take action to suppress it?

Capital pursues profit, pursues profit...

“…”

Old man Matsumoto made a gesture of looking up at the sky.

It was obviously a hint that there was someone above.

"Good guy, I understand..." Mon5 suddenly understood.

"You have become a member of a certain faction in the company, probably Honda's. Otherwise, how could I possibly help you? Seeing that you have such great potential and you grow up, you must be a big shot. Whoever you pull over will become stronger...

"

"Thank you for reminding."

Orihara Kaede nodded in greeting.

"That's not necessary, that's right..."

Old man Matsumoto stood up, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and heard the muffled thunder above the clouds outside. He sighed faintly: "The storm is coming...it's going to be uneasy again."

"He's hinting." Mon5 guessed.

After hesitating for a moment, Orihara Kaede placed the two silver stars on the bedside table, "Can you help me make another set?"

Hearing this, old man Matsumoto looked back, was silent for a while, and finally nodded, "Just one will do. It's too troublesome to make another set. I'll help you make up for it."

"grateful."

"Oh, you actually said thank you?" Mon5 was surprised, so he jumped in directly.

But this did not disturb the conversation between the two. Old man Matsumoto nodded: "Young man, your future may not be easy, especially in the company... I'm sorry, I can't say more."

"Okay...it's time for me to go."

Orihara Kaede put her things aside and planned to get out of bed.

"Hold on."

When old man Matsumoto came back, a high-end black suit and a bottle of unknown medicine fell on the bed. "This is the blood sample of Ghost Claw in your pocket. Remember to have any interesting samples in the future..."

"must."

"...definitely next time." Mon5 added.

"..."

Putting on a well-fitting black suit, Orihara Kaede left Matsumoto Clinic with somewhat frivolous steps.

This is an Italian-style black suit tailor-made for him by Matsumoto Caoke. It has a combat-style lining and can hold a pistol. When he was in the ward, he put his Glock 34 in it.

Except for the Silver Star, the others are all on loan at the clinic.

It's not convenient to take it home now, so I have to wait until next time to pick it up.

He was actually relatively new to firearms, so he started studying them as soon as he left home and even tried firing a gun.

The effect is good.

Finally, in order to return home safely, Orihara Kaede held the Glock 34 in her hand, politely borrowed the mobile phone from a street gangster, and made a call to Hoshinomiya Shiraha.

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