I disguised myself as the second personality of a beautiful girl

"Let's talk again."

Orihara Kaede chose to skip this topic.

Hold the knife handle.

Gently pushing open the sheath, a section of bright silver was revealed, reflecting his unruffled eyes.

Unsheath.

It has a geometric tip and a straight and narrow blade. The entire straight knife is about 1 meter long, and the blade length is about 80 centimeters. It is made of alloy and weighs about 1.5 kilograms.

These are the data he wrote himself.

Then Yuya Honda acted as the middleman and contacted the craftsmen to customize it.

you get what you pay for.

The knife costing 2.50,000 Asian dollars can only be said to be passable.

However, the manufacturing process is much more advanced than before.

Only when necessary can there be innovation and progress. In the past peaceful times, cold weapons like swords, which were specially made for killing people, almost faded out of people's sight and were reduced to handicrafts and collectibles.

When the mutation disaster comes, conventional firearms have little effect on many mutants. On the contrary, weapons such as swords, which can cause large wounds, are more effective than others.

For example, a man-eating ghost may be alive and kicking after being shot a few times, but if it is decapitated with a knife, it will definitely not survive unless it is taken back in time.

As a result, the birth of evolutionaries with high-intensity physical fitness, paired with swords and cold weapons, quickly became the most cost-effective way of fighting.

From this, the craft of swords and cold weapons regained its vigorous vitality.

This knife...

Although the materials are not good, the craftsmanship is excellent, and it is definitely enough to kill monsters of one or two levels.

"If you make enough money, then you can do well!" mon5 said.

"That's right, I don't have the qualifications to be remembered. You can get it after you become more famous." Honda Yuya didn't care, and then took out a note.

Above is the information he needs.

Detailed information about an ordinary member of the Wuxin Gang.

"How much?" Orihara Kaede asked.

"Well, you don't need to pay for this. It's just a gift from my sister to make you a friend."

Yuya Honda was wearing a tight rubber coat today, with one hand supporting her chin, and the proud and graceful curves of her upper body were on full display, as if someone had been drugged and people couldn't take their eyes away.

Under the gentle and jade-like forehead, the eyebrows stretch into soft and thin arcs, and a fox-like smile appears on the pretty face.

At first glance.

It does have a very foxy vibe.

"A level 3 evolver makes friends with you? Well...that's not right." mon5 reminded him.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

Orihara Kaede frowned slightly. He knew such an obvious thing without saying anything.

As the saying goes, show courtesy for nothing...

"Well, you are so boring."

Honda Yuye straightened up, waved her hand at him, and said in a calm tone: "...I checked your information, don't be angry yet, understanding our customers is our way of survival, otherwise we won't be able to do it for a long time, please understand."

After listening, Orihara Kaede said nothing.

Wait quietly for what follows.

"From the information... you should be short of money. Do you want to find a part-time job?"

"Aung Ha."

Honda leaned back in his chair and looked at the expressionless young man in front of him.

"What job?" Orihara Kaede asked.

"Do you know Night Drive International?"

Yuya Honda took out a box of cigarettes and handed them to Kaede Orihara as usual. After being rejected, he lit one himself and placed it between his gorgeous lips:

"That company, as long as the conditions are met, they will sign a contract with the person, so that the person can legally own weapons, take on tasks on the platform, and earn commissions and resources. It is called private security... in fact, it is

A mercenary who works for you just for money."

"Mercenaries are no different from the women behind us who make money by selling their bodies, right? They do things when they are paid..."

"I agree with her!"

mon5 suddenly said, this is so right, you can’t work on that platform.

"What's the point?"

Honda Yuya took a puff of the cigarette, then blew out a smoke ring and waited for a while:

"The point is... I have a job that is similar but much different. Compared with night driving, this job can only be done on the dark side... Although it is similar in nature, it is completely anonymous and different from selling one's body."

"At least...retain your self-respect."

"What's the difference between a killer and a mercenary?" Orihara Kaede quickly understood the meaning behind it.

Yes.

The job she introduced was most likely a job where you were paid to kill people.

"certainly!"

Honda Yuya patted the table.

"Mercenary? How low does that sound? How cool does it sound to be a killer? The key is freedom, dignity, anonymity, and quick money..."

"I agree."

mon5 nodded silently.

Although it has no head... but it feels that this job is more suitable for Orihara Kaede. This guy is full of killing skills. It would be a pity not to do this job.

And it is currently the most effective and safest way to monetize your skills.

If we rule out the situation that the black businessman in front of us can help others.

"..."

Orihara Kaede didn't say anything. He didn't know how Honda Yuya saw that he was suitable for this line of work.

"cough."

"Anyway, you can think about it."

Honda Yuye just doesn't need to push him anymore, as long as the idea is almost there, he will come back naturally when he figures it out.

This kind of taciturn temperament is the best material, and coupled with the dissection in the laboratory, you may even be able to do it well without any training.

It is exactly the same as the killing machine that some organizations have cultivated since childhood.

Orihara Kaede nodded lightly in greeting, asked about the use of the shielding device, and left.

mon5 also advised him to figure it out.

After all, there is indeed a lack of money, resources, information, and connections...

Basically all are missing.

Wandering around this city of tens of millions of people with their heads covered, those who can get up are very lucky.

…

Fusheng City, outer suburbs.

In this kind of city where buildings and people are densely packed one after another, the concept of suburbs does not exist at all.

However, there are places with few people, abandoned buildings and chaotic public security.

It usually becomes a place for underworld activities.

The unpopular kind.

Kubota and Yuki Ariga came out of a dilapidated shack, drinking wine and cursing at a gang member...

Mainly to greet each other's family.

"Hey, what's going on with that bastard Nakajo Narumi?"

"Damn it, you're missing out, aren't you? We got scolded a lot. We're not human beings."

Ariga Yuuki patted his companion on the back and said with a smile: "Hey, that bastard is not a human in the first place, and now he might be holding his fragrant legs in some place and gnawing on them."

"I guess my head was cut off by some city hunter and I went to the Metropolitan Police Department to collect the reward."

"Fuck, I'll die, but I haven't even delivered all the goods."

"Gan!"

"Okay, okay, okay...it's still early, let's go to the store to have a good time, and then find someone in a remote place to make up the numbers."

After complaining to each other, the two people's depression was relieved a lot.

With cheerful steps, we headed to the nearest custom shop.

only.

Before they could be happy for a long time, a dark shadow blocked their way.

"What are you doing? Do you want to die?"

The Kubota man was drunk and his mind was a little unclear. When he saw someone blocking the road, he couldn't hold back any longer. He yelled at the roadblock, "You are so brave, do you know whose territory this is?"