I'm in Detective Conan, and I start with the Grand Theft Auto system.

After Lin Shen disguised himself as a waiter, it became much easier for him to move around inside the church.

He carried a tray, head down, his steps unhurried, looking just like a staff member genuinely helping to set up a wedding venue.

The church's layout is not complicated. The first floor is the auditorium, with a corridor on each side leading to the lounge and backstage area.

He walked for about two or three minutes and found the dressing room where the groom, Toshihiko Takasugi, was.

However, there were two bodyguards standing at the door.

A man in a black suit leaned against the wall, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes scanning the corridor warily.

Another person stood directly in front of the door; he was muscular and clearly trained.

The two people saw Lin Shen carrying a tray and their eyes were fixed on him almost simultaneously.

The bodyguard standing directly in front of the door took a step forward, blocking his path with his hand, his tone devoid of any warmth: "What are you doing here?"

Lin Shen stopped, a standard service industry smile on his face, and said politely, "Hello, I'm here to deliver appetizers to Mr. Gao Shan."

The bodyguard looked him up and down, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a walkie-talkie, seemingly intending to confirm something with the person inside.

Seeing this action, Lin Shen silently cursed in his heart: In the movies, those assassins can easily sneak in, so why is it so difficult for me?

Of course, he wouldn't let the bodyguard actually press the call button.

Just as the bodyguard's finger was about to press the side button on the walkie-talkie, Lin Shen moved.

He suddenly raised his right hand, and the metal tray in his hand, carrying a gust of wind, slammed hard into the bodyguard's throat.

Snapped--!

A dull yet crisp impact sound.

The bodyguard's eyes bulged out instantly, and a violent pressure came from his throat, preventing him from even screaming. He instinctively covered his neck with his hands, bent over, and his face was contorted with pain.

The other bodyguard reacted quickly as well. Almost at the same moment he saw his companion fall, his right foot left the ground and kicked Lin Shen hard in the abdomen.

That kick was very professional in both angle and force, clearly indicating that the person had received proper training.

But in the past few days, Lin Shen has been attacked by Xiao Lan with kicks from all angles, from low kicks to high kicks, from frontal kicks to roundhouse kicks. He has taken at least eighty to a hundred kicks.

He had developed muscle memory for this type of straight kick—calmly raising his left leg to intercept the kick from the side, trapping the opponent's ankle between his calf and knee, causing the opponent to lose his balance instantly.

Then, without hesitation, he stomped on the other person's other knee.

A sharp crack—the sound was particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.

The bodyguard's knee was at an angle completely contrary to human anatomy. Before he could even scream, Lin Shen had already punched him in the abdomen.

The bodyguard's eyes rolled back, and his body slumped to the ground.

Lin Shen didn't even glance at him. He turned around and kicked the first bodyguard, who was still clutching his throat and hadn't even caught his breath, in the temple.

The bodyguard didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground as well.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

From the moment the shot was taken to the moment it was finished, the entire process took no more than four seconds.

Lin Shen looked down at the two bodyguards on the ground who were completely unconscious, then looked down at his own hands, and nodded with satisfaction.

Although he is still a novice, he has made significant progress compared to his previous state on Moonshadow Island, where he relied solely on brute force and the system to overpower others.

He bent down, grabbed the collars of the two bodyguards, and dragged them one after the other into the lounge.

Upon entering, he discovered that there was actually an entryway inside, and the main hall was just a few steps further in.

This lounge is ridiculously large, with dark carpets, leather sofas and solid wood coffee tables, and a small wine cabinet against the wall. It's more like a luxury suite in a high-end hotel than a lounge.

Lin Shen gently closed the door behind him and walked inside slowly, carrying the tray.

A middle-aged bodyguard in a dark gray suit was standing next to the sofa, bent over, holding a small bottle of medicine in his hand, and whispering something to Takasugi Toshihiko, looking very serious.

Takasugi Toshihiko sat on the sofa, dressed in a white groom's suit, holding a glass of water, looking as if he was about to take the bottle of medicine.

Then, the two of them saw Lin Shen walking in carrying a tray.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed simultaneously.

The middle-aged bodyguard reacted particularly quickly; his face darkened, his eyes instantly sharpened, and his tone was as cold as a knife: "Who are you? Where are the bodyguards outside?"

Lin Shen shrugged, his tone as casual as if he were talking about the weather: "Oh, those two bodyguards at the door, they let me in."

The middle-aged bodyguard frowned even more deeply. He was clearly not satisfied with the answer, but the situation no longer allowed him to press the matter further.

He paused for a moment, then adopted a relatively calm expression and said, "Alright. We're a little hungry too, so bring the food over."

Lin Shen carried the tray over.

He was about two steps away from the middle-aged bodyguard when the bodyguard attacked without warning.

The middle-aged bodyguard's right fist, powered by the rotation of his waist, struck straight at Lin Shen's abdomen with speed and ruthlessness, showing absolutely no mercy.

In his view, this punch was enough to instantly incapacitate any ordinary waiter.

But when he threw the punch, it didn't hit the soft abdomen he was expecting.

His wrist was firmly gripped by a hand with astonishing strength, like an iron clamp tightly holding his fist, preventing him from moving forward even an inch or breaking free.

The middle-aged bodyguard's pupils contracted slightly.

He looked up and saw that the waiter had a smile on his face that sent chills down his spine.

Lin Shen chuckled softly, his tone carrying an indescribable ease and mockery: "You want to kill me to silence me?"

Before he finished speaking, he slammed his forehead hard into the middle-aged bodyguard's nose.

With a muffled thud, the middle-aged bodyguard's nose bridge cracked with a crisp sound, blood gushed out instantly, and he was knocked back several steps.

He gritted his teeth in excruciating pain and instinctively reached for his waist, wanting to draw his gun.

But before his fingers could even touch the gun handle, Lin Shen had already pressed against him.

Lin Shen grabbed the middle-aged bodyguard by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed his back against the wall with a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Shen raised his right knee and delivered a vicious knee strike that landed squarely between the legs of the middle-aged bodyguard.

Crack—the sound didn't sound like bones breaking, but more like something being completely crushed.

The middle-aged bodyguard's eyes widened suddenly, and his expression twisted to the limit of what a human facial muscles can achieve in that instant!

Pain, terror, and suffocation surged onto his face at the same time. He couldn't even let out a proper scream; only a faint, escaping sound came out of his throat.

Lin Shen gave him no chance to catch his breath, delivering a clean and decisive punch to his temple with his left fist.

The middle-aged bodyguard's body twitched violently, then went completely limp and remained motionless.

Lin Shen released his grip, letting the corpse slide onto the carpet.

He flexed his fingers and turned to look at Toshihiko Takasugi on the sofa.