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

Lin Shen stood in the church's front hall amidst the overturned tables and chairs and the police officers lying haphazardly, slightly out of breath.

Beneath his feet lay a group of criminal police officers whom he had single-handedly taken down.

Some people were curled up on the ground clutching their stomachs, some were leaning against the wall with blood streaming from their noses, and some were grimacing and gasping for breath while hugging their knees that had been kicked.

He looked down and counted; there were twenty-three policemen lying there!

Standing amidst the chaos, Lin Shen felt an indescribable sense of pride welling up within him!

Just ten or twenty days ago, he was a weakling who was beaten up and screaming in pain after being approached at Black Rock Manor.

Today, thanks to the reaction speed and physical memory he honed through over ten days of grueling one-on-one training with Xiaolan, he single-handedly took down twenty-three professional detectives!

This feeling!

It was really awesome!

However, his pride did not last long.

The sound of hurried, rapid footsteps came from the end of the corridor and the side door.

More police officers are arriving from all directions around the church.

Someone was shouting into the walkie-talkie, "We need support in the main hall!" and someone else was shouting, "Seal off all the exits!" The footsteps were getting closer and closer, more and more frequent.

Lin Shen sighed and shook his slightly sore wrist.

Fighting is definitely a physically demanding activity.

Although he withstood a lot of damage thanks to his armor, taking down so many people in a row had greatly depleted his stamina.

His breathing had begun to become heavy, and the muscles in his arms and legs were showing signs of fatigue.

He knew he couldn't continue fighting; if he did, even escaping would become a problem.

Lin Shen took out three round smoke bombs from his system space.

He pulled off the safety ring with his finger and threw it to the ground.

sizzle-

The three smoke grenades began spewing out thick white smoke almost simultaneously, which quickly spread across the ground like a rapidly rising white tide, engulfing the entire area around him in just a few seconds.

Lin Shen turned around, preparing to retreat through the side door under the cover of smoke.

Then he heard a familiar, angry, clear voice coming from outside the smoke.

"Don't run!!"

Immediately following was the sound of a run-up breaking through the wind, and then a figure burst through the white smoke, flying towards him from above with tremendous kinetic energy.

Before the person arrives, the legs come first!

Lin Shen recognized those long legs in that instant.

He gets kicked by that leg several times every few days; he's become so familiar with it that he can't be more familiar with it.

It's Ran's flying kick!

During regular training, he would typically have two ways to deal with this move: either dodge to the side or raise his arm to block it. But this isn't training.

This isn't training, so there's no need for such strict rules!

Lin Shen made his choice in less than half a second of judgment time.

He did not dodge.

He went straight at her, and after taking a kick from Xiaolan, he stretched out both hands at the same time and accurately grabbed the ankle of the leg that Xiaolan was kicking at.

He used the force of her impact to spin twice, using centrifugal force to dissipate most of the power of her kick, and then let go.

They threw Xiaolan in the opposite direction.

Xiao Lan traced a short arc in the air and landed on the padded floor next to a row of overturned chairs.

She landed on her shoulder first, then rolled half a circle on the mat before stopping.

Although Lin Shen had deliberately held back when he threw her, the impact of the fall to the ground still made her groan – Ugh!

She lay on the mat, feeling a burning, dull pain in her back and shoulders.

Xiaolan's karate skills are indeed very strong; her attack power and reaction speed are almost top-notch among her peers.

But she has one obvious weakness: she is rarely hit.

On the field, she is always the one who overwhelms her opponents with her skills and speed. She has never experienced being truly dominated, and she rarely lands after being countered.

Her pain tolerance was far less than that of Lin Shen, who relied on his armor to withstand damage every day and was beaten for more than ten minutes at a time.

She tried to get up by pushing herself up, but the pain in her shoulder made her arm go weak, and she fell back to the ground.

Xiaolan bit her lower lip, not making a sound, but tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

Lin Shen did not turn around to look at her.

After throwing Xiaolan out, he didn't even glance at her before turning and rushing into the thickest white smoke.

When Conan arrived at her side, his voice was filled with undisguised concern and anxiety: "Ran-neechan! Are you alright?!"

When Xiaolan saw him running over, she forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing... I just fell and it hurts a little. It's not serious."

Conan looked her up and down, and only after confirming that her hands and feet could move normally and that she was fully conscious did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and quickly said to Xiaolan, "Sister Xiaolan, you rest here for a bit. I'll go after that waiter!"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Xiaolan's reply, he rushed into the fading white mist, his small figure quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Ran stood there, her body still swaying slightly as she regained her balance. She reached out her hand in the direction Conan had disappeared and called out, "Conan! Don't go—"

But Conan had already vanished into the smoke.

Xiaolan was very helpless, but there was nothing she could do.

Conan has always been this brave!

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In the afternoon, at Lin Shen's villa.

The TV in the living room was on, but the volume was low, and it was showing a midday news program.

Lin Shen sat on the sofa, holding a freshly brewed cup of hot coffee, his legs crossed, watching the TV screen in a relaxed posture.

The news was reporting on a district councilor's inspection of a kindergarten, followed by a weather forecast about the typhoon's path, and then a brief message about slight fluctuations in the stock market—there was no report of any disturbances at the Beika Church, Takasugi Toshihiko, or the wedding.

Lin Shen took a sip of coffee and hummed softly to himself.

The news was suppressed.

But that's normal.

The groom of the Takasugi Group was killed on his wedding day. The bride was the daughter of a police superintendent. More than 20 detectives were also beaten to the ground at the scene.

If this gets out, the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department will lose face!

Suppressing it is the police's usual way of saving face.

If this isn't contained, the entire Metropolitan Police Department will likely be subjected to online harassment and bullying!

They're really good at this kind of thing.

Lin Shen didn't dwell on this issue for too long. In any case, his mission was already complete, and the organization had already given the money to Mingmei.

But what truly made him happy wasn't the money.

Lin Shen put down his coffee cup, clenched his right hand and then released it, feeling the flexibility of his wrist and fingers.

In that fight this morning, he single-handedly took down nearly twenty police officers. Although those criminal police officers sit in offices all year round, their physical fitness and fighting skills are indeed not very good.

But for a newbie who was being beaten to a pulp just over ten days ago, this result is already more than enough to satisfy him.

The effects of the grueling training are real and tangible.

But he also knew very well that his skill level was far from being high enough to allow him to rest on his laurels.

He was able to take down those twenty policemen by ambushing them and striking first, plus his armor absorbed some of the damage, and those detectives weren't exactly top-tier fighters.

If he were facing a master like Makoto Kyogoku or a professional assassin from the organization who had received assassin training since childhood, his mediocre skills would be no match for him.

Training cannot stop.

Thinking of this, Lin Shen recalled the flying kick Xiao Lan had given him that morning.

That strike was indeed ruthless and precise, with impeccable force and angle.

But that's assuming her opponent is an ordinary person.

If she were to encounter an experienced fighter, that flying kick would be like presenting herself to the opponent like a plate.

The opening was too big. Although the flying kick looked cool, the gap after landing was enough for a skilled opponent to counterattack three times.

Just as he was thinking this, the doorbell rang—ding-dong.

Lin Shen put down his coffee cup, got up and walked to the entrance, glancing out through the peephole.

Standing outside the door was Xiaolan.

She was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and light blue athletic shorts, carrying a sports bag, and her hair was tied in a high ponytail. She looked no different from when she came to train.

But Lin Shen noticed that when she stood at the door, her body weight unconsciously shifted to her left foot, and her right shoulder drooped slightly, as if she was subconsciously avoiding using a certain muscle.

He opened the door, a gentle smile on his face as always: "You've arrived? Come in."

Xiaolan smiled at him, but there was an unnatural shadow in her smile. She didn't say anything, and after changing her shoes, she walked towards the gym as if she knew the way well.

On the way, the two chatted casually, just like they did online.

For the first ten minutes of training, everything seemed normal.

The two did their usual warm-up stretches, and then began basic footwork and punching practice.

But Lin Shen quickly noticed something was wrong.

When Xiaolan was demonstrating a forward slide followed by a straight punch, her right shoulder was noticeably lower than usual, the punch's trajectory showed a slight, almost imperceptible deviation, and the retraction motion was not smooth enough, with a momentary pause in mid-air.

Her movements were still more precise than most people's, but for someone who sparred with her every day and was already familiar with her power generation habits, this change did not escape his notice.

He stopped, took off his gloves, looked at Xiaolan, and asked, "Xiaolan—your movements are a bit off. What's wrong?"

Xiaolan paused for a moment, stopped what she was doing, lowered her hands, hesitated for a couple of seconds, and then said somewhat embarrassedly, "This morning at the church, there was some trouble. I had a brief encounter with an assassin..."

"Then he grabbed my ankle and threw me out, and I fell."

"Although I didn't suffer any major injuries, it seems like I strained the muscles in my shoulder and back, making it a little difficult to move around."

Lin Shen knew exactly who the waiter was.

But his face didn't show any unusual expression. Instead, he exclaimed in amazement, "Wow? You can even fight off assassins?! That's amazing!!"

Xiaolan was embarrassed by the praise and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no... I can't even beat someone in one move... It's so embarrassing."

As she spoke, her face flushed slightly.

Lin Shen smiled and said, "Now that we have it, let's skip the sparring today."

"However, if you don't treat your muscle strain, it will feel even worse tomorrow."

He paused, then said in a very natural tone, "Let me apply some medicine for you."

Xiaolan's ears turned red instantly.

She instinctively wanted to refuse—"No need, no need, I can wipe it myself when I get back"—but the words caught in her throat, and she hesitated.

Her mind raced with thoughts: her relationship with Lin Shen had always been that of "coach and student," clean and straightforward.

If she refuses too bluntly, will President Lin think she's overthinking things?

Moreover, she actually had something else she wanted to say to President Lin when she came today.

If she refuses now, she'll be too embarrassed to ask later.

Xiaolan hesitated for several seconds, but finally blushed and nodded gently, her voice several octaves softer than usual: "Um... then I'll trouble you, President Lin... please, be gentle, okay?"

Lin Shen looked at her shy yet trying-to-be-calm expression and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

But he didn't show any extra expression on his face. He simply stood up and said in a very serious tone, "Don't worry, I've been wiped by you so many times, I'm very experienced!"

"Go lie down on the mat first, I'll go get the medicinal wine." He said, turning around and walking towards the storage cabinet, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his face!