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

Time passed by, second by second.

The wind on the rooftop was stronger than before, causing Akemi's hair to constantly brush against the edge of the scope.

She knelt on one knee behind the low wall, the butt of her Barrett rifle pressed against her shoulder, her breathing even and slow.

Lin Shen leaned against the water tank on the other side of the rooftop, holding the old-fashioned rifle in his hand.

He didn't mount the gun; he just leaned it upright against his leg and glanced down at his watch every now and then.

Akemi's phone vibrated in her pocket.

She pulled out her phone with one hand, and the screen lit up with a short, encrypted message: "Target has boarded the vehicle. Expected arrival in fourteen minutes."

She put her phone back in her pocket and started a countdown on her watch: "The target has boarded the bus. They'll arrive in fourteen minutes."

As she spoke, she put her eyes back on the scope.

Lin Shen nodded, picked up the rifle that was leaning against his leg, and walked to the other side of the edge of the rooftop.

He didn't set up the gun; he just stood there, casually holding the rifle in his hand with the muzzle pointing downwards, looking completely unprofessional.

Fourteen minutes passed quickly while we waited.

A small, moving point of light appeared on the distant railway tracks.

The light spot gradually grew larger, and its outline became clearer.

The silver-white front of the car, with its streamlined design, reflects a dazzling light in the sunlight.

The Shinkansen train is speeding along the Kan-etsu Line tracks, getting closer and closer.

When Lin Shen saw the Shinkansen arrive, he picked up his rifle.

Instead of propping it against the low wall, he stood with the gun at his sides, the butt resting on his shoulder and the scope close to his eye socket.

He looked through the scope at the oncoming train.

Behind the windshield of the car sat a row of blurry figures; his scope magnification wasn't particularly high.

The image becomes somewhat blurry when magnified, and fast-moving targets flash by in the lens, making it difficult to capture them steadily.

But Lin Shen never intended to kill anyone by shooting the old antique; he just fired the gun as a token gesture to leave evidence of the crime.

boom! !

He fired the gun.

The first shot rang out in the open countryside.

After the bullet flew out, it was unknown where it landed.

He pulled back the bolt to eject the spent cartridge and chamber a round, without adjusting his aim, and pulled the trigger again.

The second shot also missed. The bullet struck a spot on the train's body, leaving an inconspicuous dent in the silver-white metal shell, before bouncing away, its sound swallowed up by the roar of the train.

He continued firing the third, fourth, and fifth shots.

The intervals between each shot were very short, with almost no pause.

The bullets left several shallow marks on different parts of the train, but none hit the target.

The last bullet was loaded.

He took a deep breath, held it, and aimed at the crosshairs in his scope, which swayed slightly with the movement of the train. At a certain moment, he pulled the trigger.

The shot hit the edge of the windshield on the side of the car's front, breaking off a small piece of glass.

He tossed the empty rifle into the corner and, without turning his head, said to Akemi, "Your turn."

Lin Shen turned around, picked up the Stinger missile launcher, slung it over his shoulder, pressed the safety device with his thumb, and the seeker inside the tube began to emit a faint buzzing sound as it began to search for heat source signals.

He pointed the launch tube at the Shinkansen train that was speeding away in the distance, and the locking frame in the scope bounced back and forth at the rear of the train.

However, he frowned slightly.

Stinger missiles are designed to lock onto the heat source signals of low-flying aircraft.

The high-temperature exhaust plume of a helicopter engine and the infrared radiation characteristics of a jet engine.

The heat source signal characteristics of the Shinkansen train do not meet its locking conditions.

He stood on the rooftop carrying the launch tube, looked down at the locking indicator light on the tube, but the light was not on!

This means it can't be locked!

Seeing this, Lin Shen calmly turned off the safety switch on the launch tube again.

No problem!

If you can't lock it, just use it like a regular RPG.

If one shot misses, then take a few more.

There's always one shot that hits the front of the train.

Although this might result in a larger blast radius than expected, as long as the objective is achieved, that's fine.

As he was mentally calculating what angle to aim at and how much lead to use to increase the chances of hitting the front of the vehicle with his next shot, a muffled gunshot rang out beside him!

Bang!

The sound of the Barrett firing exploded in the open countryside, spreading outwards with a heavy air pressure, even making the gravel on the rooftop jump.

The Barrett rifle jerked backward, its two legs, which were propped against the low wall, slid back several centimeters onto the concrete floor, making a sharp scraping sound.

Akemi's body swayed slightly, her shoulders were pushed back by the recoil, but she held on tightly to the butt of the gun.

She looked through the scope at the train that was pulling away in the distance.

Lin Shen paused for a moment while carrying the poison stinger launcher.

He picked up a pair of binoculars and aimed them at the distant Shinkansen train.

Through the high-magnification lens, he could clearly see a sharp-edged round hole in the side window of the train's head area.

The crack radiated outwards from the round hole, like a tattered spider web pasted on the silver-white car body.

The prosecutor who was originally sitting next to that seat was now slumped back in his chair.

There was a hole in his chest, and a dark red stain had seeped into the white fabric cover on the back of the seat, and it was rapidly expanding.

Lin Shen put down his binoculars and couldn't help but sigh, "Tsk tsk, that's really ruthless."

He spoke with no negative emotion whatsoever; it was purely out of genuine satisfaction and surprise at the result.

He had prepared to use a barrage of Stinger shots to compensate for any possible mishaps by Mingmei, but she hit him with her very first shot!

Akemi also inserted the card into the scope. She was slightly stunned, as if she herself had not expected that the shot would actually hit.

She said in a slightly dazed tone, "I actually won... I wasn't very confident at all."

She looked down at the spot on her shoulder that was still sore from the recoil of the Barrett, then looked up at the Shinkansen bullet train in the distance that was starting to slow down, her expression carrying a somewhat unreal sense of accomplishment.

Lin Shen took the stinger launcher off his shoulder, put away the safety, and returned it to his travel bag.

He walked over to Mingmei, patted her on the shoulder, and laughed, "Maybe you really have a talent for this."

"As long as it hits, that's good enough. It saves me the trouble of finishing it off."

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the Barrett rifle that was still resting on the low wall next to Akemi, and casually stuffed it into his travel bag.

He glanced at the Shinkansen train that had stopped on the tracks in the distance. People were already running on both sides of the front of the train, and he could vaguely see train staff in light-colored uniforms moving between the carriages.

But he wasn't worried.

By the time the police found the bullet and completed the ballistic comparison, he and Mingmei had already left the area.

Lin Shen slung his travel bag over his shoulder, turned around, and walked towards the stairwell at a leisurely pace, as if he had just finished collecting laundry on the rooftop and was about to go downstairs.

Akemi glanced at the old-fashioned rifle and confirmed that it had been left at the scene as "evidence" to help Gin frame her.

She followed behind Lin Shen, and the two of them walked into the stairwell one after the other.

The iron gate behind them swayed slightly in the wind, making a soft clanging sound, before being locked again.