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

Lin Shen put the gun away, let out a breath, and showed a satisfied expression on his face.

He looked around the now quiet rooftop, a genuine sense of satisfaction in his voice: "Phew—the world is quiet now."

He carefully put away the pistol, his movements unhurried and deliberate, as if he were doing something insignificant.

The other three people on the rooftop were completely dumbfounded.

Not to mention Gin and vodka, even Akemi didn't expect Lin Shen to fire so suddenly.

Akemi's eyes widened slightly, but her surprise lasted only a second or two before she regained her composure!

She felt that Lin Shen must have had his reasons for doing this!

Yes!

That white-haired guy just rambled on and on, but Gin and Vodka didn't react at all.

These two guys were clearly trying to intimidate us!

Lin Shen's actions were a strong counterattack against them!

After figuring this out, she sighed to herself: As expected, the Black Organization is not peaceful; they have to scheme against each other!

Vodka reacted the most strongly.

His eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, widened in disbelief, and his mouth involuntarily gaped open. Staring at the motionless corpse lying on the ground, he blurted out, "Bastard! You killed Tequila? Do you even know who he is?"

His tone was filled with shock and disbelief!

Does this guy even know what he's doing?

Killed a member of the organization in front of Gin?

How daring!!

Lin Shen's gaze slowly shifted to Vodka's face.

He said impatiently, "If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I'll kill you too."

Vodka's voice was silenced at that moment.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He looked into Lin Shen's eyes and found himself unable to tell whether the man was joking or serious.

Moreover, he didn't even see clearly how Lin Shen drew his gun!

That's too fast!!

If the other party were to attack him, he felt that he would most likely not be able to escape.

He subconsciously took half a step to the side, closer to Gin, and stopped talking.

Gin leaned against the low wall at the edge of the roof the whole time, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking very relaxed.

He didn't try to stop it from beginning to end, and his expression didn't even change.

He took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled, and said in a cold tone, "Forget it, Vodka. That idiot Tequila had no sense of right or wrong; he's dead, so be it."

Upon hearing this, Vodka seemed to have found a way out, so he shrank back and remained silent.

Gin's gaze bypassed Akemi and landed directly on Lin Shen.

He didn't even glance at Miyano Akemi, after all, she was just an extra.

He spoke up: "Now that you've taken down Tequila, this mission will be carried out by you alone."

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly toward the vodka.

Vodka immediately understood, took a document from a black briefcase, and handed it over.

Mingmei reached out and took the document, but did not open it on the spot.

Gin continued, his tone devoid of any emotion: "The target of this assassination is a prosecutor."

"He will take the express train across the Guanyue Line at 4:30 p.m. today."

As he spoke, he gestured with his chin toward a long canvas bag on the edge of the rooftop, "Use that rifle to find a good spot on that section of the railway line, and when the train passes by, snipe the target."

Lin Shen followed his gaze to the gun holster, then turned back, frowning. "So complicated? Why not just blow up the front of the car? That would be so much easier."

"One RPG shot and it's done. You don't even need to be too precise with your aim. It's that simple."

Gin and vodka both fell silent.

A silence, as if to say, "Does this guy have some serious illness?", hung over the rooftop.

Vodka couldn't resist any longer.

He blurted out, "Hey! You bastard!! That's not assassination! And blowing up the whole front of the car, do you know how many people would die?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen laughed instead of getting angry.

He turned to look at Vodka, a half-smile playing on his lips, his tone laced with amusement: "Interesting. You, a criminal, don't care whether the mission was completed or not, but you're more concerned about casualties?"

He paused, then his tone became more meaningful, "Vodka, are you an undercover police officer?"

Upon hearing this, Vodka's face paled for a moment behind his sunglasses.

That hat was put on like that...

He almost instinctively turned to look at Gin, his voice urgent as he protested, "Big brother! I'm not an undercover agent! Don't listen to this kid's nonsense!"

Gin glanced at the vodka but didn't speak immediately.

He knew Vodka wasn't an undercover agent.

This guy has worked for him for so many years, and his hands are stained with just as much blood as his own. It's just that he's not very bright and is the type of person who is easily led astray.

He took a drag of his cigarette, then slowly opened his mouth and added in a calm tone, "The purpose of using a rifle to shoot was to frame someone."

He did not explain who he was framing, nor did he provide any further details of his plan.

After listening, Lin Shen nodded, his expression becoming more relaxed: "Oh, so it was to frame someone."

"That makes things simple. I'll fire a few bullets with my rifle first, and if I miss, I'll use other methods to blow up the front of the vehicle."

After hearing this, Gin remained silent for a moment.

He found himself unable to refute this logic.

As long as the blame can ultimately be shifted onto the target, the process itself doesn't really matter.

His voice returned to its usual coldness: "In short, as long as it can kill and frame someone, that's fine."

After he finished speaking, he didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

Vodka paused for a moment, then quickly followed, his footsteps thumping on the rusty iron stairs, gradually fading into the distance.

Gin and vodka went down the stairs.

The metal staircase creaked and groaned under the weight of the two people.

Vodka had been holding it in the whole way, but he finally couldn't hold it in any longer when he reached the corner on the second floor.

He lowered his voice, his tone clearly showing dissatisfaction and anger: "Brother, that guy is way too arrogant!"

"They killed Tequila right in front of us! They completely disregarded us!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

Gin did not respond.

He walked ahead with steady steps. The hem of his trench coat was lifted by the wind at the corner of the stairs before falling back down.

In the world of Gin, there are only two kinds of people.

Valuable, and worthless.

Tequila had his uses while he was alive, but his death caused limited damage to the organization.

More importantly, although that guy surnamed Lin is a bit wild in his ways, he is indeed very efficient, and judging from the brief exchange just now, his reaction speed and mental fortitude are both on point.

This kind of person is far more useful than Biqira!

No, even more useful than Chianti and Cohen!!

At least the other party can actually complete the task!

Vodka took a few more steps and, seeing that Gin remained silent, knew he shouldn't continue complaining.

He followed behind Gin, remained silent for a few more steps, then couldn't help but speak again, his tone filled with genuine worry: "Brother, Tequila is dead... He was Rum's nephew!!"

"How are we going to explain this to Boss Rum?"

Gin had reached the exit on the first floor of the building.

He reached out and pushed open the half-closed iron door, sneering, "Isn't this better? Let Rum cause him trouble!"

Vodka stood at the doorway, pondered the words carefully, and suddenly realized, "Ah, brother is right!!"

He nodded vigorously, following behind Gin, secretly cursing in his heart, "I really hope that bastard surnamed Lin gets taken care of by Rum!"

That would be so much better!