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

After Takagi Wataru's nose was hit on the back of the head by Lin Shen, his hands immediately let go.

He was jolted backward as if he had been electrocuted, covering his nose with both hands.

Blood gushed from between his fingers, quickly staining his palms and shirt collar red.

He bent over in pain, letting out a series of muffled and suppressed howls, tears and blood streaming down his face.

Lin Shen turned around and delivered a merciless kick, sending Takagi Wataru flying to the side, knocking over a long table used for wedding registration, scattering papers and pens all over the floor.

But before Lin Shen could adjust his balance and stand up, a figure suddenly pounced from the right side of his field of vision.

Miwako Sato had somehow rushed over from the other side of the church!

She moved quickly, adjusting her angle as she pounced, and landed precisely on Lin Shen's back.

She slipped one arm under his armpit and grabbed his wrist with the other, attempting to lock his arm behind his back with a standard grappling move.

The moment Lin Shen was pinned down by her, he sensed that the female detective's grappling skills were extremely solid!

Her knees braced against her lumbar spine, and the coordination of her hands and feet, as well as the timing of her exertion, were extremely professional!

If she had just two more seconds, his arm would have been completely locked in place.

Lin Shen didn't try to compete with her in grappling techniques, knowing he couldn't win.

He chose a method that was very unethical, but very effective!

He opened his mouth and, through her clothes, bit down on Sato Miwako's chest.

Miwako Sato's body suddenly stiffened.

That was an attack method she had never anticipated.

The pain, numbness, and shame made her instinctively loosen her grip on Lin Shen's arm and shrink back.

Taking advantage of the moment she relaxed, Lin Shen raised his foot and kicked her in the chest, sending her staggering back several steps.

It was pushed out firmly.

He rolled over and stood up, brushing the dust off his knees.

Miwako Sato clutched her chest and took two steps back to regain her balance.

Her cheeks flushed red, her expression a mixture of shame, indignation, and anger.

She gritted her teeth and forced out two words: "Bastard!!"

Just as she was about to rush forward again, a series of noisy and angry footsteps suddenly sounded beside her.

"He actually hit Miwako!!" It was unclear which male police officer was the first to shout out.

These words were like a spark that had fallen into a gasoline drum, instantly igniting the other police officers who rushed over!

Upon hearing this, their gazes were fixed on Lin Shen, who was dressed as a waiter.

Their gazes shifted from "doubt" to "shock" in a mere second or two, and then from "shock" to "rage."

"Damn it!! Unforgivable!!" A fierce-looking detective with stubble on his chin threw down his wine glass, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed forward.

"Your actions constitute a serious crime!!" another policeman roared as he joined the charge.

"Take this punch!!" The third policeman circled around from the side.

Then came the fourth, the fifth—

In just over ten seconds, nearly twenty police officers in uniform or plainclothes surged from all directions of the church, charging towards Lin Shen like a pack of enraged bulldogs.

Sato Miwako stood to the side, opening her mouth as if to say, "Wait—"

But her words were completely drowned out by the angry roars.

Lin Shen looked at the group of police officers who were yelling and rushing towards him, and unconsciously licked his lips.

A glimmer of excitement welled up in his eyes. He had basically won against the SAT team members he encountered on Moonshadow Island by overwhelming them with firepower. While that method of winning was exhilarating, it always felt like something was missing.

But the scene before us is different!

On the other side were more than twenty criminal police officers whose anger levels were at their peak, ready to have a pure, head-on, close-quarters, fist-to-fist fight with him.

This is what he really wanted to test after practicing karate with Xiaolan these past few days!

It's not about using guns or grenades; it's about relying on your body, your fists, and your reaction speed to fight a real, tough battle.

Instead of retreating, he charged forward, heading straight into the crowd.

The first policeman who rushed in front of him delivered a powerful right hook to Lin Shen's left cheek.

Lin Shen's head was knocked to the side, but he didn't even flinch.

He retaliated with a punch, hitting the policeman squarely in the mouth.

*Thud*, a bloody tooth flew out of the policeman's mouth, twirled twice in the air, and fell to the floor with a thud.

A second policeman rushed over from the side, bent down, and wrapped his arms around Lin Shen's waist, trying to pick him up and throw him to the ground.

Lin Shen quickly clenched his fists and punched the policeman's back and spine several times like drumming.

The policeman's back made a dull thud, and his arms quickly loosened, leaving him sprawled on the ground like a crushed beetle.

The third person leaped up from the front and delivered a flying kick to Lin Shen's chest.

Lin Shen heard the sound of the wind but didn't look closely. He turned around and delivered a roundhouse kick, his right leg meeting the attack in kind.

The two feet collided head-on in mid-air, producing a clean and crisp slap.

The policeman lost his balance in mid-air and flew sideways, crashing heavily onto a row of metal chairs with a series of loud clattering sounds.

Lin Shen only took two steps back before regaining his balance.

…………

After a brutal, hand-to-hand combat with no holding back, every punch landing squarely.

In the small cleared area in front of the church, police officers who had been shot lay scattered about, some clutching their stomachs, some covering their faces, and some rolling on the ground with their arms wrapped around their bodies.

He single-handedly fought off nearly twenty people, knocking down half of the police officers, and held his own without being at a disadvantage!

Conan stood a few steps away by the corner of the wall, watching the chaotic scene before him, his eyelids twitching wildly.

His eyes followed the waiter's every move.

Dodging, punching, kneeing, blocking, counter-attacking—every movement is clean, ruthless, and practical, without any fancy or superfluous elements.

He saw the waiter, after knocking down the third policeman, even take a moment to rotate his shoulders and loosen his joints, his expression so relaxed that it didn't seem like he was fighting over twenty professional detectives at the same time, but rather like he was doing a regular workout!

Conan's hands were trembling slightly!

It was a feeling mixed with tension, shock, and some inexplicable unease!

That's incredible, absolutely incredible!

Are assassins these days really that fierce?

If I were to run into Gin, and he's as fierce as that guy, what good would it do even if I found him?