Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Iwai Sohisa lazily put his legs on the counter, a toothpick in his mouth. His serious look really exuded the aura of a tough guy.

However, when Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes fell on the hat on his head, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

A pair of bright yellow earmuffs were pinned on an ordinary felt hat. The combined effect was like a puppet's head mask, which was extremely inconsistent with his original temperament and looked extremely eye-catching.

"Boss, I want to buy something." Mitsui Tsubasa looked directly into Iwai Sohisa's eyes and said calmly.

Iwai Munehisa did not respond immediately, but just looked at him silently. Then he glanced at the burly bodyguard standing behind him, and an intriguing expression appeared on his face.

After a moment, he finally straightened up slowly, put his feet on the ground, pointed at the laptop in front of him, and said calmly: "The conflict outside just now was recorded by the anti-theft surveillance camera outside the store."

"So? Are you planning to call the police?" Mitsui Tsubasa frowned slightly.

Is this person threatening me?

"No, I have some grudges against those people, so you guys helped me solve a problem. The surveillance video will be deleted soon." Iwai Munehisa shook his head and replied in a cold tone, "I just want to tell you that they are backed by the Hashiba Group, the largest underworld organization in this area. You'd better be careful in this area in the future."

"As for me, I just want to run my shop quietly and don't want to get involved with any gangs or other forces."

"Just tell me what you want to buy, and leave once the transaction is complete."

Mitsui Tsubasa glanced at him indifferently.

This matter is not up to you...

However, let's finish this transaction first.

"I want a realistic model gun, the best kind."

"Heh, it seems you came prepared..." Iwai Munehisa pondered for a moment and nodded, "Okay, let's just consider it as a small thank you for your help just now. Let's talk inside."

The "inside" he referred to was a workshop filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items and several manual assembly tables with many gun parts scattered on them.

As soon as you enter this space, the strong smell of gun oil hits your nose.

Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't help but frowned and found a place to sit down.

Kotetsu stood silently behind him, his vigilant eyes always fixed on Iwai Munehisa.

The indelible underworld aura emanating from this man is undoubtedly a dangerous signal.

However, the conspicuous gecko tattoo on his neck is... a little too weird.

Feeling Kotetsu's sharp gaze like a knife, Iwai Soujiu stood up uncomfortably, changed his position, and kept a greater distance from them.

"So, tell me what you need. What type of gun do you want? Do you have a preferred model?" asked Iwai Munehisa.

Mitsui Tsubasa began to think seriously.

He is not good at using firearms, and his fighting style is mainly based on swordsmanship.

Even when using firearms, they are more accustomed to shooting at close range.

Therefore, those that require precise aiming are not suitable, those that are difficult to control with one hand are not suitable, and those that are not powerful enough are certainly not considered.

His choices are actually very limited: pistol, submachine gun or shotgun. Considering the weak power of firearms in the later stage, if it is only used as a supplementary weapon...

"I want a shotgun, an automatic one with a large magazine capacity and the more powerful the better. I don't know much about firearms, so just show me the best one." Mitsui Tsubasa said bluntly.

Iwai Munehisa pondered for a moment, then stood up and walked to the gun cabinet beside him, and took out an object wrapped in black cloth.

"This is the SRM M1216, a combat shotgun designed and manufactured by the American Sam Company. Theoretically, it can fire 12-gauge shotgun shells, and the magazine capacity is up to 16 rounds. Some gun enthusiasts believe that it is one of the most powerful shotguns currently available, and it should be very suitable for your needs."

"I'll make an exception and sell it to you this time. However, I have to remind you not to point the gun at others casually. Be sure to hide it properly in your bag when carrying it. If the police find it, it will be a big trouble, because this type of imitation gun is much more sensitive than ordinary ones."

"Any other questions?" asked Iwai Munehisa.

Mitsui Tsubasa picked up the gun and tried it out. It was indeed a fine product. From the touch to the material, to the weight and details, everything showed its high quality, and it could be said that it was so realistic that it was indistinguishable from the real thing.

Although it feels a bit heavy to hold in one hand, it should not be a problem for him to use it in the impression space, especially after his physique is strengthened, it should be easier to use.

"How do I open this magazine?" Mitsui Tsubasa encountered a little trouble.

Iwai Munehisa took the gun, demonstrated it skillfully, and explained, "This gun uses a rotating barrel, which is divided into four independent magazines, each of which can hold four bullets. I put a lot of effort into building this barrel."

Mitsui Tsubasa silently observed the complex rotating barrel.

No wonder the Hashiba Group has been entangled.

With such advanced firearms modification technology, Iwai Munehisa can truly be called a master.

Unfortunately... simulation is just simulation after all.

"Just choose this gun, and give me some bulletproof vests, the best ones." Mitsui Tsubasa made a new request.

"Wait a moment." Iwai Munehisa glanced at him, turned and walked into the warehouse.

After a while, he came back with a big box.

The box was made of transparent plastic, and from the outside one could see the neatly stacked bulletproof vests inside. When he placed it heavily on the workbench, it made a dull sound, indicating that it was quite heavy.

"This is domestically produced, the same 'Type 3 bulletproof vest' used by the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force. They are all one size fits all, you can try it on to see if it fits," said Munehisa Iwai.

Mitsui Tsubasa's heart moved.

He suddenly thought of where to find real weapons...

Chapter 19 A Long Day

After finishing shopping, Mitsui Tsubasa quickly put on a bulletproof vest and a loose casual clothes on the outside, and a long-lost sense of security surged in his heart.

Although the heavy bulletproof vest made him feel a little uncomfortable, it was better than suddenly encountering an accident one day.

The mastermind may be hiding in the dark, and every passerby is a potential threat.

He walked into the quiet alley, carefully confirmed that there were no surveillance devices around, and then looked down at his attire.

In his left hand he held a large bag of medicines, in his right hand he held a black plastic bag containing spare bulletproof vests, and on his back he carried a large canvas bag containing his shotgun.

This look is no different from the middle-aged women who rush to the supermarket at 8 o'clock in the evening to buy discounted goods.

For him, Mitsui Tsubasa, the eldest son of the Mitsui family, maintaining his image is very important.

So he just nodded slightly to Kotetsu, without any further words needed.

"..."

Kotetsu silently took the bags from his hands, and a hint of confusion appeared on his expressionless face.

After unloading the burden on his shoulders, Mitsui Tsubasa suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

"A dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist."

There is nothing more to this than good advice.

Mitsui Tsubasa raised his hand to straighten the wrinkles on his clothes, then walked into Shibuya Central Avenue with his head held high, transforming into the elegant and handsome young man again.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and the flow of people on Central Avenue became more dense.

The vendors on the street are doing their best to attract customers, and the noise is like a tide.

The scheduled plan has been completed and it is still early, so Mitsui Tsubasa is considering whether to find a place to relax.

In the distance, the huge poster of Shibuya Cinema is particularly eye-catching. When the crowd passes by there, it disappears like a drop of water seeping into a sponge.

This year... By the way, "Your Name" seems to be the box office champion. He remembered that it was released in the second half of the year.

At that time, he can invite Wu Jianmiao to go to the movies together. Strengthening community relations is also part of the job.

Maybe I can even get two tickets to the premiere and give Miaomiao a little capitalist surprise.

As for now, let’s just forget it. It’s too pitiful to watch a movie alone.

The only thing more pitiful than this was when a person was eating at Haidilao and the waiter put a doll on the chair opposite.

I don’t know which genius came up with this marketing strategy, which not only kills people but also destroys their hearts. He has remembered that blow for decades and still can’t forget it.

Recovering his thoughts, Mitsui Tsubasa looked enviously at his peers who were playing and fighting freely, then turned and walked towards the subway to go home.

'Destruction' is chasing him from behind, and he is running in front. Before the outcome of this race that risks everything is decided, he is afraid that he will not be able to enjoy a leisurely life in peace.

I always feel like I can try harder today. Side quests are also quests.

It’s been a long day…

……

Not long after, in front of Huiye Building.

Mitsui Tsubasa walked straight to the elevator and ordered without looking back: "Kotetsu, come to my room. I have something to ask you."

"Yes." Kotetsu replied in a low voice and followed him into the elevator.

In the elevator, Kotetsu stood silently in the corner, cleverly blocking the surveillance camera with his body.

Mitsui Tsubasa didn't pay attention to his movements. His eyes were focused on the LCD TV in the elevator, and his mind had already begun planning his next move.

The cooperation with Wu Jianmiao requires some assistants who are proficient in business. Lu Brown also needs people to monitor him in turns. At the same time, his own security level also needs to be strengthened. It is best to replace them all with trustworthy people.

The task was heavy and manpower was needed everywhere, and Mitsui Tsubasa felt that he was overwhelmed.

He decided to try to recruit Kotetsu into his team. After all, this man was both capable and loyal, and had followed him for many years, so he should be trustworthy.

"Ding."

The elevator door slowly opened, Mitsui Tsubasa stepped out, and then pushed open the door.

A familiar scent of incense wafted in his face, bringing him a sense of peace of mind. After a whole day of running around, his tense nerves finally felt a little relieved. Only in this absolutely safe room could he truly relax.

"Sit down." Mitsui Yi sat directly on the sofa without even taking off his coat. He casually took out a bottle of unopened drinking water from under the table and took a few sips.

Kotetsu stood respectfully at the entrance of the room, placed a few shopping bags on the locker, and then stood quietly.

Noticing that Kotetsu didn't follow, Mitsui Tsubasa smiled gently and invited again: "Don't be so reserved. We have known each other for more than three years. Let's sit down and chat."

Only then did Kotetsu walk into the living room and sit down on the sofa opposite Mitsui Tsubasa, maintaining an upright posture and looking extremely proper.

Mitsui Tsubasa stared at Kotetsu sharply, trying hard to recall his detailed background information.

After thinking for a moment, he asked casually, "Kotetsu, I remember that before you became my personal bodyguard, you were a member of the special forces, right?"

"Yes, young master, I used to be a mid-level officer in the special forces." Kotetsu answered with some confusion, not understanding why the young master suddenly asked this.

After three years of peaceful life, he almost forgot those tense and exciting years in the army.

"Do you miss the past? Don't you feel bored as a bodyguard?" Mitsui Tsubasa handed Kotetsu a bottle of water and considerately unscrewed the cap for him.

Kotetsu looked a little confused. He took the water bottle, took a sip and said, "Life in the army is mainly various trainings. There are not many missions even in peacetime. Apart from the time spent with my comrades, there is not much else worth remembering."

He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the young master's sudden purchase of model guns and bulletproof vests was due to some misunderstanding of military life?

How could he explain to the young master that those thrilling and exciting battle scenes in movies and TV dramas were all fictional?

The real battlefield has nothing to do with romance.

Thinking of this, Kotetsu couldn't help but feel a headache.

Recently, the young master seemed to have been planning something. As a personal bodyguard, he could sense some abnormalities. But he did not delve into the details. As a bodyguard, he should not cross the line too much and just be loyal to his duties.

Now it seems that the mystery is about to be solved.

"I've been thinking recently that it's probably time to break away from my father's protection and form my own team." Mitsui Tsubasa's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

However, these words were like a huge rock hitting the water, causing waves in Kotetsu's heart.

"My chance has finally come..."

Subconsciously, Kotetsu's clenched hands left deep indentations on the sofa.

His heart was beating violently, as if he was instantly back on the battlefield covered in bullets and gunfire.

Kotetsu raised his head, and a flame of ambition burned in his originally calm eyes.

Chapter 20 The Uncomfortable Truth

Looking at Kotetsu's eyes, Mitsui Tsubasa felt certain that the matter was halfway accomplished.

He was not afraid that Kotetsu would refuse, but was worried about the other party's lack of ambition.

People without desires are the most elusive, just like you can never sell shampoo to those middle-aged bald men. Even if you give it to them for free, they may refuse it - this is a lesson he learned from his own experience in his previous life.