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

When Lin Shen carried the KS-23 shotgun down the stairs, he felt like he was walking on air.

He stepped over the black bear carcass on the stair landing, the one whose head he had blown off, as easily as stepping over a bag of trash blocking his way.

A wisp of smoke was still rising from the gun barrel, giving it an aura of "I'm not someone to mess with" in the dim light of the corridor!

After getting his hands on the KS-23 shotgun, he had no idea how he could possibly lose!

The black bear couldn't penetrate his armor, but a single solid steel slug could kill the black bear!

Lin Shen knew that things were about to enter a period of inactivity!

Conan followed behind him, his steps light, holding the Glock in his hand, his eyes scanning every corner of the living room warily.

When Lin Shen walked into the living room, he found it in complete disarray.

The sofa was overturned, the vase was smashed, and snacks and fruits were scattered all over the floor.

Just as he passed by a car and coffee table, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye: a pair of sunglasses.

It was just sitting on the coffee table, probably something someone casually tossed there during the day. The frame was black, and the style was quite classic.

Lin Shen reached out and picked it up, placing it on his face; the size was just right.

Then he turned around, gave Conan a wry smile, and struck what he thought was a cool pose: "Conan, do I look like the Terminator?"

Even Conan was speechless.

He glanced at the other person's sunglasses-wearing pose, even indoors, and his lips twitched. He said irritably, "You look just like it! Take those sunglasses off right now!"

"The lighting is already bad, and you're wearing sunglasses on top of that. You might not even be able to see the black bear emerge from any corner!"

Lin Shen didn't take off his sunglasses. Instead, he turned back and said with an overconfident calmness, "You don't need to worry. You have to trust my accuracy."

He would often find a quiet place to practice his marksmanship whenever he had free time.

After being fed thousands upon thousands of bullets, Lin Shen, while not claiming to be able to hit every target precisely, had already achieved a level of accuracy where every bullet missed its mark.

Just as Conan was about to open his mouth to continue persuading, he suddenly caught a huge dark shadow out of the corner of his eye, moving out of the shadows in the direction of the bathroom!

"Behind you!! Behind you!!" he shouted almost instinctively.

Lin Shen didn't even spare the time to look back and confirm the target's location.

He turned around immediately, raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger!

The whole process was seamless and smooth, as if it were a set of movements he had practiced hundreds of times.

Bang! !

The sound of a KS-23 shotgun rang out in the closed living room.

The solid steel slug flew from the muzzle, tracing an almost straight trajectory, and accurately struck the neck of the black bear that had half its body sticking out of the bathroom.

The bullet cut into the side of the neck, shattering the cervical vertebrae, and exited from the other side!

The entire bear head, along with the last piece of skin and flesh still attached, detached from the body and rolled onto the floor with a dull thud.

The headless body stood still for less than half a second before crashing to the ground like a collapsing mountain of flesh, causing the floor to tremble.

Lin Shen lowered the gun slightly, glanced at the bear carcass on the ground through his sunglasses, then turned to Conan, a hint of smugness in his voice: "How was it? Cool, right?"

Conan opened his mouth, looked at the bear carcass on the ground, and then looked at Lin Shen's smiling face with sunglasses on.

He really wanted to stubbornly say, "It's just so-so," but when he opened his mouth, he found he couldn't say it.

"...He is indeed quite handsome." He reluctantly admitted that this guy's marksmanship was indeed something else!

Lin Shen laughed heartily, his mood seemingly improving slightly: "Alright. Let's go outside and clean up the rest."

He held his gun, pushed open the gate that had been deformed by the bear, and walked outside the resort.

Conan, clutching his Glock, followed him across the threshold.

He watched Lin Shen walk ahead with a light step, gun barrel pointing downwards, exuding an aura of "I'm invincible tonight."

Although Conan still had many questions about this person, there was one thing he had to admit!

Standing behind this guy is definitely more reassuring than standing in front of him.

The two remaining black bears were still on the outdoor terrace.

They were all smaller than the ones we killed indoors earlier, about 1.3 or 1.4 meters tall, and looked like sub-adults who hadn't fully matured.

They were engrossed in enjoying the skewers, fruit platters, and even a spilled salad scattered on the grass and terrace floor.

One of them had a whole roasted chicken leg in its mouth, its mouth dripping with oil and sauce.

Then it heard footsteps.

The black bear raised its head, still holding the chicken bone in its mouth, and saw Lin Shen walking out from the entrance.

It spat out the chicken leg from its mouth, let out a low, threatening roar, and pounced on Lin Shen with all its might.

Lin Shen didn't even blink.

He raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A burst of fire erupted from the muzzle as a 23mm slug struck the black bear squarely in the head as it charged halfway through its run.

Then its head exploded from the inside like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer. Its body rolled twice on the grass before finally lying still with its limbs outstretched.

"Well done, President Lin!" Conan, standing not far behind him, couldn't help but shout.

He really should have shouted that!

From drawing his gun deep in the forest to firing, the entire process took no more than two seconds, clean and efficient, without any unnecessary probing or hesitation.

Lin Shen's lips curled up slightly upon hearing Conan's shout.

But his mind was already wandering to other things.

He now has guns, bullets, and overwhelming firepower.

No matter how many black bears come out, he can kill them one by one with a single shot, without any pressure.

What if you kill all the black bears yourself?

At most, you'll receive the Suzuki sisters' gratitude and the Suzuki Group's goodwill afterward, being given a "friend zone" card!

But what if you don't kill all the black bears, but instead leave some behind to continue creating a sense of crisis?

Respect yourself!

Then wouldn't the Suzuki sisters still need my protection?

Then I can save the Suzuki sisters from danger multiple times!

I can use this black bear crisis to maximize my chances of winning over the Suzuki sisters tonight!

After thinking about this, Lin Shen's thoughts and ideas quietly changed!

We absolutely cannot kill all the black bears; we must leave a few to scare the Suzuki sisters!

Having thought this through, Lin Shen already knew what he had to do.