I disguised as the second personality of a beautiful girl

Chapter 101 "Courtesy"

He didn't die on the spot. Apart from his strong body and his alienation state, there was another function of armor.

Really offset part of the kinetic energy of the bullet.

Otherwise, more serious consequences may result.

When fighting a killer, it is also due to the armor that the opponent does not have too many options for attacking parts.

The opponent's dagger couldn't cut through the windbreaker, so he could only strike at the wound on the abdomen, the seriously injured shoulder, and the face, which had no protective measures.

Makes defense much easier.

Therefore, he needs to mend his clothes, or buy stronger armor.

Now words.

Orihara Kaede was naked from the upper body, leaning against the wall, with white bandages on his shoulders and abdomen, and the suit he was wearing was not in the ward, obviously taken by the old man Matsumoto.

"Call me?"

There was no response, Mon5 hesitated for a moment, stretched out its tentacles and knocked on the door panel.

Soon, the old man Matsumoto who heard the movement came over. Seeing that he was still in good condition, he asked with a smile, "Brother woke up? How do you feel now?"

"weak."

Orihara Maple replied.

"This is normal. You are using hormonal drugs, and you are using them in a seriously injured state...It consumes vitality and is weak for a few days. This time depends on the nutritional supplement situation, and there may be sequelae. See follow-up observations. .”

Kusaka Matsumoto did not comment on the problem of harming one's own body with drugs.

He understands very well.

At that time, the situation was critical and he was about to die. Survival was the first priority. Was Guan Jian healthy?Isn't this a mess?I've reached the point of eating instant noodles, is it still healthy?

Orihara Maple nodded.

This diagnosis is correct, this illegal doctor is indeed very capable.

"It's really harmful to the body, and it's a deficit, but we can make up for what we eat, and we'll make up for it after eating." Mon5 laughed aloud, and found a big tonic to inhale and it's over.

time issue.

"Last night, in the western factory, Wuxin helped the stronghold."

The old man Matsumoto glanced at him thoughtfully, "Brother should be there."

"Yes, I was injured there."

Orihara Feng answered truthfully, there was nothing to hide.

The movement at that time was actually not small.

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 has, it will not affect his original identity.

Guaranteed this, he has no scruples.

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

Others are not a big problem.

The harvest this time is not bad. If we add some advanced equipment, we should be able to handle it.

"En... um..."

The old man Matsumoto nodded appreciatively and affirmatively, and said with a smile: "I've heard about it. You defeated the ghost claw at the first stage. It's very powerful. It's really very powerful. People nowadays can use technology to make up for their skills. Few With your extraordinary swordsmanship skills..."

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

"I rubbed it, exposed?" Mon5 opened his voice.

"I don't know yet. In fact, there was another witness at the time, an intelligence dealer. Speaking of which, that guy was unlucky. He was shot just after filming the video of you killing Ghost Claw..."

The old man Matsumoto made a movement of his head blooming.

"It deserves it, the dog beats the paparazzi!"

Mon5 swears.

"Afterwards, the video was posted on the Internet. Although it was quickly suppressed by [the company], and the source was also checked by a special person, a small number of people still knew about it. Now the dissemination is basically word of mouth..."

"Although less than a day..."

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

The old man Matsumoto sat by the bed, which was actually a good thing and a bad thing.

The good thing is to be famous, so that there is a degree of publicity, which will bring more customers and more orders. It will also train new people in the company and get corresponding resource tilts.

Being bad is also famous, and there will be more probing eyes, more unkind eyes.

Of course, it won't be obvious.

Tokyo is peaceful and thriving on the surface, but in fact it is just an appearance. Tentacles of interests are everywhere, and they are constantly confronting each other. Large and small forces, consortiums...

Capital is chasing profit, and undercurrents are surging.

"picket?"

After a moment of silence, Orihara Feng realized something.

If he was just a small character, if something like this happened, would the company take action to suppress it?
Capital chasing profit, chasing profit...

"... "

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

Obviously implying that there are people above.

"Good guy, I see..." Mon5 suddenly realized.

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

"thanks for reminding."

Orihara Maple nodded in greeting.

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

The old man Matsumoto stood up, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and heard the muffled thunder above the clouds outside, and sighed faintly: "The wind and rain are about to come...it's going to be rough again."

"He's hinting." Mon5 guessed.

After hesitating for a while, Orihara Feng put the two silver stars on the bedside table, "Can you help me make another set?"

Hearing this, the old man Matsumoto glanced back, was silent for a while, and finally nodded, "One is enough, it's too troublesome to do another one, please help me make it up."

"grateful."

"Shit, you actually say thank you?" Mon5 was surprised, so he interjected directly.

But this did not disturb the conversation between the two. The old man Matsumoto nodded: "Young man, I am afraid that your future road is not easy, especially in the company... Sorry, there are too many, I can't say more."

"Okay... I should go."

Orihara Feng put his things aside and planned to get out of bed.

"Hold on."

When the 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 the ghost claw in your pocket, remember to have some interesting samples in the future..."

"must."

"...Next time for sure." Mon5 added.

"..."

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

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

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

It is not convenient to take it home now, so I have to wait for the next time to pick it up.

In fact, he was relatively new to firearms, so he began to study them as soon as he went out, and even tried firing a shot.

The effect is good.

Finally, in order to go home safely, Orihara Kaede held a Glock 34 in his hand, borrowed a mobile phone politely from a street gangster, and called Hoshigong Baihagi.

　I, guilty, wrote 7k today...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)