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

Lin Shen, carrying the M134 miniature rotary machine gun, strode across the next courtyard.

The gun barrels were still steaming, the rotation speed of the six barrels had just slowed down, and the sound of the motors echoed in the empty courtyard with a deep, lingering resonance.

He stepped across the gravel road, his feet making a crunching sound.

Where he went, he left behind a pile of spent bullet casings and corpses lying in disarray.

Some people lay on the porch, some hung from bamboo fences broken by bullets, and some had half their bodies submerged in the shallow water of the pond, which had been stained dark red.

But the Black Organization isn't all pushovers.

The first few groups of people were ordinary assassins who were caught off guard by Lin Shen's heavy firepower and were wiped out before they could even put up a decent resistance.

But those deep inside the mansion heard the gunshots ahead and were ready.

Instead of running away or retreating, they brought out real weapons from the armory.

Just as Lin Shen reached the entrance to the third courtyard, a window on the side was suddenly kicked open from the inside.

A bald, burly man leaned out, carrying an M134 rifle on his shoulder.

His face was fierce, and his voice was so loud it could be heard throughout the entire corridor: "You think you're the only one with a machine gun? What about us?"

Before he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger.

The six gun barrels began to spin, the motor sound rose from low to high, and then the bullet swept across like a metal whip, hitting the stone slabs at Lin Shen's feet, scattering gravel and dirt everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of motors turning could be heard from the other two directions as well.

A man in black emerged from behind the artificial hill, and another stood up from behind the bushes. Three M134s opened fire simultaneously from three different directions.

The bullets were as dense as a storm of metal, pouring down from all directions toward the depths of the forest.

A man in black, hiding behind a pillar, fired his gun while shouting, "We not only have it, but it's better than yours!"

Another voice came from the left: "Die!"

The moment the bullet hit him, the armor value on the system panel began to drop rapidly.

The speed at which it fell was faster than ever before, as if someone were hammering the digital panel above his head with an invisible chisel.

The firepower density of three machine guns firing simultaneously is no joke; the bullets struck the virtual armor on his body, creating visible energy ripples.

The immense impact forced his body backward, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

The Gatling gun in his hand began to sway under the continuous impact, and the aim went astray.

But he didn't hide or seek cover.

He just stood there, enduring the concentrated fire of three machine guns!

The armor value on the system panel dropped by more than half and was instantly replenished.

If it's lost, replace it.

If it falls off again, patch it up again...

The expressions of the three men in black carrying Gatling guns opposite them changed from fierce to confused, from confused to shocked, and finally to fear.

"This...how is this possible? He's alright?"

"Could it be that he's wearing a bulletproof vest?"

"Impossible! What kind of bulletproof vest is that powerful? This guy is suspicious—"

Their voices became intermittent amidst the dense gunfire, but the chill rising from the depths of their hearts was clearly conveyed through their expressions.

They watched the man standing still despite being simultaneously fired upon by three machine guns, and felt their own fingers on the trigger go weak.

Then Lin Shen's gun barrel stabilized.

He braved the fire of three machine guns, readjusted the position of the muzzle, and then pulled the trigger.

The M134's six barrels spun at full speed again, and bullets poured out at a more concentrated and unreasonable pace, first hitting the bald man in front of him.

The bullet pierced his chest, exploding a bowl-sized hole in his back. He was thrown backward as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck, shattering the window behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the gun barrel moved horizontally, and the upper body of the man in black behind the artificial hill on the left was riddled with bullets in an instant, his body slumped limply between the rocks of the artificial hill.

The man in black behind the bushes on the right reacted the fastest; he dropped his machine gun and ran.

But he hadn't run three steps when a bullet caught up with him from behind.

When Lin Shen released the trigger, all three corpses had already fallen to the ground.

He glanced down at the clothes he was wearing.

It was riddled with bullet holes, the jacket was full of bullet holes and tears, revealing the skin protected by virtual armor underneath, without even a scratch.

He frowned, took the M134 off his shoulder, and tossed it to the ground.

The gun struck the stone floor with a dull thud.

He glanced down at the Gatling gun, now empty of bullets, and couldn't help but shake his head: "This thing looks fierce, but it's not all that great in practice."

"You need a lot of people to make the most of your strengths. If one person is carrying it and charging in, it looks intimidating, but if the other side also has heavy firepower, it will be difficult."

He tossed the still-steaming M134 onto the ground littered with spent cartridges, then flipped his hand and pulled out another weapon from his system space.

M32 grenade launcher.

The gun has a black body, a short and thick barrel, and six cylinders arranged like the magazine of a revolver, giving it a solid and compact overall appearance.

Although it only has six bullets, each of them is a low-velocity 40×46mm grenade.

This thing has a nickname in the arms industry: the revolver cannon!

It perfectly fills the gap between grenades and mortars; once fired, nothing grows within five meters!

He had just steadied the launcher and was about to test its power when a group of people suddenly poured out from behind the moon gate in the front courtyard.

There were about seven or eight of them, each carrying a different kind of automatic weapon. There was also a man in black running at the very back with a newly set-up M134 on his shoulder, the barrel of which was already spinning.

Before their Gatling gun barrels could even fully accelerate to full speed, Lin Shen had already raised his M32, aimed at the densest part of the crowd, and pulled the trigger.

puff--

The first grenade launcher didn't make a loud noise; it sounded like a large bottle of sparkling water being opened.

The grenade traced a low, flat arc through the air and landed precisely in the middle of the crowd.

Then it exploded.

boom!

The sound of the explosion bounced back and forth between the walls of the courtyard, creating a series of muffled thuds.

Flames and shockwaves spread out in an instant, scattering shattered tiles, wood chips, and human remains in all directions.

The group of men in black didn't even have time to disperse before they were knocked to the ground by the shockwave of the explosion.

Some people lost consciousness on the spot, some rolled on the ground screaming, and some dragged their broken legs and tried to crawl behind the nearby cover.

Lin Shen didn't give them a chance to regroup. He held his M32 and slowly fired another shot.

puff!

boom!

The second grenade landed among the group of men in black who had already lost their fighting ability, bringing the game to a perfect close.

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

Lin Shen, holding an M32 grenade launcher, stood in front of the moon gate, glanced down at his spoils, and a very satisfied expression appeared on his face.

He chuckled and muttered to himself, "This thing is really useful!"

"One shot wipes out an entire area; no need for precise aiming!"

"save trouble!"

After he finished speaking, he was in a great mood and continued walking deeper into the mansion with the revolver in his hand, his steps much lighter than before.

He passed through the moon gate, walked along a long corridor, and when he encountered a shadowy figure moving around a corner, he would raise his finger and shoot.

Seeing houses, artificial hills, bushes, and other suitable places for an ambush, he fired a few grenades into them.

Regardless of whether there are people around, let's fight first and worry later!

Boom boom boom—

Explosions echoed throughout the mansion, leaving nothing but devastation in their wake.