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

Lin Shen drove the black SUV, flooring the accelerator the whole way.

He deliberately took the back roads, weaving through several alleys, and after confirming that no police cars were following him, he turned the steering wheel and drove straight into a large underground parking garage.

The garage lights were a stark white, reflecting off the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of dust mixed with engine oil, and it was so quiet that the only sound was the echo of tires rolling over the ground.

Lin Shen drove the car around the bends several times before finally stopping in the corner.

He turned off the engine, but did not get out of the car immediately.

He glanced around—hmm, a corner, secluded enough, dimly lit, a good place to change cars.

Then he looked up and saw a surveillance camera.

The camera was mounted on a concrete pillar overhead, its red indicator light flashing, pointing directly in his direction.

Lin Shen frowned.

Getting photographed is troublesome.

He drew his silenced Glock pistol, raised his hand, and glanced at the camera through the car window.

Hold your breath and pull the trigger.

With a soft "thud," the bullet flew out, grazed the edge of the camera, and struck the concrete pillar behind it, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

The camera remained motionless, still flashing as it watched him.

Lin Shen was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but curse, "This is... so crooked?"

He was speechless.

It seems my marksmanship is still quite lacking; I'll have to find a shooting range to practice properly later.

Otherwise, we'll be completely lost when we encounter situations requiring long-range precision shooting in the future.

He took a deep breath, refocused, and adjusted his breathing.

The first shot missed, and the bullet hit the wall above the camera.

Lin Shen gritted his teeth, steadied his wrist, and fired another shot—"Pfft!" The camera finally exploded, with pieces of plastic and sparks falling down, and the small red light went out completely.

"It took two shots to take it down, so embarrassing..." Lin Shen muttered, putting the gun away.

But now is not the time to complain about myself; I need to get a new car soon.

He closed his eyes and silently recited a cheat code in his mind: gettherefast!

A crisp notification sounded in my mind: [You have obtained the McLaren Sabre!]

The next second, a brand-new McLaren Sabre appeared out of nowhere in the previously empty parking space next to him.

The silver-gray body gleamed with a low-key yet sophisticated luster under the lights of the underground parking garage. The streamlined body resembled a beast lying on the ground, and just by looking at it, you could tell how fast it could go with a single press of the accelerator.

Lin Shen nodded in satisfaction.

He got out of the car, then opened the back door of the black SUV and saw Xiaotong curled up in the back seat.

She was bumped and handcuffed, and she still looked a bit dazed. The cut on her forehead had stopped bleeding, but the bloodstains on her face made her look somewhat disheveled.

She looked up at Lin Shen, her eyes filled with wariness and unease.

"Get out and change cars," Lin Shen said succinctly.

He reached out and pulled her out, leading her to the McLaren. He opened the back door and pointed inside: "Lie down, don't lift your head."

Xiaotong was stunned for a moment, but she didn't ask any questions. She obediently bent down and crawled into the back seat, curled up on her side, and buried her face in the seat.

Lin Shen returned to the black SUV.

He first took out several palm-sized time bombs from the system's inventory, stuck one next to the fuel tank cap, another on the metal frame under the driver's seat, and the last one on the inside of the engine hood.

He set the timer to five minutes.

After doing all this, he picked up the money box, sat in the driver's seat of the McLaren, and threw the money box onto the passenger seat.

The deep roar of the engine when it starts is soothing to the ear.

Lin Shen shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and the McLaren silently glided out, heading towards the garage exit like a ghost.

Five minutes later, a dull thud echoed from the underground parking garage—

boom!!!

The sound came from the underground parking garage, like a giant beast roaring from underground.

The ground trembled slightly, and the alarms of several nearby cars went off loudly.

The black SUV was blown into a huge fireball in the flames, and thick smoke billowed out of the garage exit, affecting other vehicles inside, and alarms went off everywhere.

Meanwhile, the McLaren Sabre had already merged into the traffic on the city's main thoroughfare.

………………

Mihana Sakura Hotel.

The moment Xiaotong followed Lin Shen into the suite, she was completely stunned.

She stood in the entryway, her feet sinking into the soft carpet, and almost thought she had gone to the wrong place.

What kind of hotel room is this?

This is basically a small palace.

The crystal chandelier overhead emitted a warm yellow light, which fell on the huge leather sofa, making the leather gleam with a warm luster.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the night view of Tokyo Tower, with thousands of lights spreading out below like a long river flowing with starlight.

Xiaotong had never been to a place like this before.

She used to live in a cheap apartment with moldy walls and leaky pipes. Her daily meals consisted of bento boxes sold at the convenience store downstairs.

The sheer luxury of the suite made her feel dizzy and unsteady on her feet.

Lin Shen didn't seem to feel anything.

He was already very familiar with the suite, and he moved around as casually as if he were in his own home.

He plopped down on the sofa, placed the cash box next to him, and casually tossed the Glock pistol onto the coffee table.

The metal struck the glass with a crisp sound, and the pistol spun twice on the smooth tabletop before coming to a steady stop.

As for the G3 sniper rifle, he found it troublesome and threw it away after using it.

Since I got it for free anyway, I don't care!

He poured himself two glasses of red wine, picked up one of them, and handed it to Xiaotong: "Here, have some wine to calm your nerves."

"82 Lafite, a high-end product!"

Xiao Tong snapped out of her daze and, somewhat flattered, accepted the wine glass with both hands.

She cautiously brought it to her lips, took a small sip, and then her brows furrowed immediately, her whole face contorting: "Ugh...so sour, so astringent...why is this wine so awful?"

After she finished speaking, she realized what she had said, quickly lowered her head, and held the wine glass in her hands embarrassedly. "Um... I'm sorry, I... I don't drink these kinds of wines."

Looking at her expression, which resembled drinking Chinese medicine, Lin Shen couldn't help but chuckle: "Coincidentally, I don't know how to drink it either."

He put his glass of red wine on the table, turned around, opened the refrigerator, took out two bottles of beer, pried the caps off the edge of the table, and handed one to Xiaotong: "Have this."

Xiaotong took the beer, took a big gulp, and let out a long sigh of relief as the cold liquid slid down her throat. She looked much better.

But she still seemed a little uneasy, holding the beer bottle in both hands, her fingers nervously rubbing the bottle.

She lowered her head and remained silent for a while, finally mustering her courage to look up at Lin Shen, her voice hesitant: "Excuse me... why did you save me?"

Lin Shen sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, took a sip of his beer, and said in a flat tone, "I think you've got some guts, daring to kill someone."

"Besides, I happened to be short-staffed, so I snatched you away!"

This reason left Xiaotong speechless.

She stared blankly for a long time, opened her mouth, then closed it again, opened it again, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Just...just because of this?"

"Otherwise what?" Lin Shen asked frankly.

Xiaotong looked at him in disbelief.

She found it hard to imagine what the man in front of her was like.

Just because they're short-staffed—short-staffed—they rammed police cars and snatched people from the police?

This can't be explained by "being bold" anymore; this is simply insane!

Xiaotong subconsciously took two more sips of beer, her fingers holding the bottle trembling slightly, her eyes filled with fear and unease.

She asked hesitantly, "Oh...I see..."

Lin Shen looked at her uneasy expression, but his tone remained relaxed: "Of course, you can refuse."

I don't like to force others.

"If you're only working for me unwillingly, I'm afraid you'll stab me in the back."

Xiaotong felt somewhat relieved when she heard that it wasn't forced.

She lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her head, her voice hesitant: "Um... could I think about it?"

"No problem." Lin Shen nodded readily, then gestured towards the bathroom with his lip, "You're covered in blood and sweat, go take a shower and relax."

Xiaotong nodded gently.

She took her beer, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom.