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

Compared to the despair of these four girls, Conan had great confidence in Lin Shen!

At that moment, he suddenly realized... thankfully, Lin Shen wasn't an ordinary person, otherwise, they might have been done for here!

Lin Shen stood at the door, listening to the conversation of the four people behind him.

He didn't turn around, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he had heard something he found quite interesting.

Then he spoke, his tone calm and confident: "Don't worry, it's alright! I still have a trump card."

He turned around, walked to the backpack in the corner, bent down and unzipped it.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he pulled a pistol out of his bag.

The Glock 17 also has a suppressor mounted on the muzzle.

The room fell silent for a moment. Then bursts of cheers erupted, a mixture of surprise and relief.

"There's a gun!! The president has a gun!!" Sonoko's voice suddenly became eight octaves louder.

"Great!! Now I don't have to be afraid of those bears anymore!!" Ayako Suzuki clasped her hands together, her eyes starting to redden again.

"I'm saved... I'm really saved..." Chikako Ikeda covered her face.

But Conan's expression didn't relax.

He stared at the Glock in Lin Shen's hand, frowned quickly, and then said, "President Lin, the power of this pistol... might not be very effective against those bears, right?"

"A 9mm bullet is difficult to penetrate even through the skin's lipid layer. Unless it hits the eye or mouth with pinpoint accuracy..."

Lin Shen turned to look at him, a hint of approval in his eyes, then nodded, admitting frankly, "You're right."

"Those bears have rough hides and tough flesh. It took me a lot of effort to kill that bear with a knife just now."

"Glock's 9mm bullets are fine for shooting people, but they're definitely not good enough for shooting bears."

As he spoke, he casually handed over the Glock he was holding, as casually as if he were handing over a pen. "So here, you can use this. It should be fine for scaring them a little."

Conan instinctively took the gun, and the moment he held it, he could tell its weight; the magazine was full.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "And what about you?"

Lin Shen didn't answer him, but chuckled and reached into his backpack again.

What he pulled out this time made the air in the room freeze for a moment.

It was a large shotgun with a rugged design and sharp lines.

The barrel is noticeably thicker than that of a regular shotgun, and the overall design has a dark, matte metallic texture, making it look like some kind of industrial-grade machine specifically designed to deal with armored targets, rather than a common hunting tool.

Lin Shen, holding his new toy, grinned, patted the gun, and said with undisguised pride, "This will do for me!"

Conan's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

His voice cracked for a moment: "KS-23 large-caliber riot shotgun!!!"

Sonoko tilted her head, looked at the gun, then at Conan's reaction, and blinked blankly, "Uh... isn't this just a hunting rifle? It does look a bit big..."

Conan whirled around, giving her a look that said, "What are you talking about?" and spoke so fast it was like he was broadcasting breaking news: "This isn't just any ordinary hunting rifle!!"

"This is the world's largest caliber and most powerful shotgun!"

"It has a caliber of 23mm, and the barrel was directly modified from a 23mm aircraft cannon!!"

"It has a special type of ammunition called the 'car-stopping bullet,' a solid steel slug that can penetrate the engine block of a car at a range of 100 meters!!"

He paused, his gaze returning to the gun in Lin Shen's hand, his voice carrying a reverence he himself was unaware of:

"Simply put, use this gun to shoot those black bears, one shot, one kill!"

"It really was one shot, one kill."

Ran blinked twice, then exclaimed in surprise, "Oh!"

Ayako Suzuki and Chikako Ikeda both simultaneously uttered an "Oh".

They didn't actually understand all of Conan's long string of technical parameters, but they accurately grasped the core message of the last sentence—"one shot, one black bear."

That's enough.

A burst of excitement, a sense of relief at surviving a disaster, erupted once again in the room.

Conan, however, did not share their excitement.

His expression became even more complicated.

He glanced at the Glock in his hand again, then looked up at Lin Shen, his tone filled with barely concealed confusion and wariness:

"Also... this KS-23 has a very high recoil and a very low magazine capacity, only four rounds."

He paused, looking directly into Lin Shen's eyes: "These things... President Lin, why do you have them?"

"Hehe, I'm a gun enthusiast, I collect these things in my spare time!" Lin Shen bent down and loaded a bullet into the KS-23 in his hand, his movements as natural as if he had done it hundreds of times.

He replied casually, "I brought one along for self-defense while I was on vacation at the resort."

Conan didn't believe a single word Lin Shen said!

I somehow managed to grab one for self-defense!

Who would carry a KS-23 with them?

But he knew very well that now was not the time to pry.

There were two bears pacing downstairs in the living room, ready to pounce at any moment.

He temporarily suppressed his doubts, put on a more pragmatic expression, and said to Lin Shen, "Then I'll have to trouble you, President Lin."

Lin Shen nodded, picked up the KS-23 shotgun, and turned around.

As he reached the door, Sonoko called out from behind him, "Go, Mr. Lin! You're the coolest!"

Ran quickly added, "Yeah, President! Come back safe and sound!!"

Ayako Suzuki and Chikako Ikeda chimed in with "Good luck, President Hayashi!" and "Please, President Hayashi!"

Lin Shen didn't turn around, but simply raised his left hand and made an OK sign.

Then he pushed open the door and went out.

Conan couldn't sit still any longer; he was extremely curious and eager to get started!

He followed and said, "I'll go after them and cover for the club president!!"

As Lin Shen carried the KS-23 shotgun to the top of the stairs, the first black bear stood up from beside the sofa in the living room, looked up and saw him.

It let out a low growl from its throat, then used its limbs to charge up the stairs.

The wooden staircase groaned under its heavy footsteps, and the entire staircase trembled slightly.

Lin Shen looked down at the black bear charging up the stairs, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He said, "You know how to pick your moments to die, don't you?"

Then he raised the KS-23, pointed the barrel at the black bear's head, and pulled the trigger at a distance of less than five meters.

Bang! !

The gunshot wasn't as crisp as a normal gunshot; it was dull and heavy, like a heavy hammer hitting a thick quilt.

A white plume of steam shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

The 23mm solid steel slug flew along a straight trajectory and hit the black bear squarely in the face.

The bullet tore through the black bear's scalp, frontal bone, and cranial cavity without any resistance, then exited from the back of its head, bringing with it a large patch of tissue mixed with bone fragments and blood.

The black bear's charge was abruptly halted in that instant.

Its limbs simultaneously lost control, and its massive body continued to roll upwards twice due to inertia before crashing heavily onto the stairwell platform. After twitching two or three times, it remained completely still.

Conan, holding a Glock, stood a few steps behind Lin Shen and witnessed the entire scene.

He stared at the bear carcass on the stairs, its head blown off by a single shot, and involuntarily swallowed hard.

Lin Shen lowered his head, inspected the gun barrel, and said with genuine satisfaction and appreciation, "Indeed, caliber is justice!"