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

Lin Shen led the Miyano sisters and fought their way in.

He was too lazy to tell whether the person rushing towards him was a guard or a servant, male or female, or whether they had a weapon.

In any case, anyone who appears in his field of vision at this critical juncture is an enemy.

An old man? Send him a grenade.

A child? Send a grenade too.

Women? We'll send them to you without hesitation.

The main point is that everyone gets a share; everyone who comes is a guest, and everyone is treated equally and fairly.

Lin Shen held the M32 grenade launcher, pulling the trigger whenever he saw a shadowy figure around a corner, whenever he heard movement in the bushes, and whenever he heard footsteps in the corridor in the distance.

The booming explosions, like firecrackers, echoed through every corridor and courtyard he passed.

At first, Mingmei wondered if Lin Shen was blinded by rage and indiscriminately killing innocent people.

Several times, after Lin Shen finished firing his gun, she would quietly run over to check the bodies of those who had been killed.

The elderly, women, and even a boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

But after each inspection, she could find something on these people: a small pistol hidden in their cuffs, a dagger strapped to their calves, a grenade tucked in their belts, or even a poison capsule hidden in their dentures.

Once or twice is a coincidence, but three or four times is a pattern.

Later on, she no longer doubted Lin Shen; his judgment was never wrong!

The fighting here is so fierce that the sound of cannons is deafening. Any normal person would have run away long ago. Anyone who stays behind is definitely someone with ulterior motives!

So much so that later, when an old man and a young boy ran out of a room, knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

Without any hesitation, Lin Shen raised the grenade launcher and sent them away with a single shot. Mingmei's heart didn't even flutter.

She's too lazy to even check the bodies anymore.

Along the way, she had examined too many corpses, squatting down, rummaging through pockets, feeling for hidden weapons... After repeating this too many times, she was too tired and had completely given up on the autopsy process.

She now truly believes—if it was a manslaughter, then it was a manslaughter.

Who told them to be so blind? They knew the fighting was so fierce here, yet they still insisted on running this way.

Isn't that just asking for trouble?

Lin Shen doesn't need to take responsibility for them.

Shiho Miyano, who was standing to the side, remained silent.

She followed silently behind her sister, watching Lin Shen advance like a human bulldozer, her expression growing increasingly complex.

That expression wasn't from fear.

Rather, it stems from a sense of vigilance and scrutiny that arises from the depths of one's heart.

She had met many assassins from the organization: Gin, Vodka, Cohen, Chianti... These people killed without batting an eye.

But their "unblinking" state needs to be maintained through mental preparation; they need to convince themselves that "this is a mission," "this is a job," and "the other party is an enemy."

But Lin Shen is different.

She could tell that Lin Shen truly had no psychological burden when he killed someone.

It didn't feel like killing someone—it felt more like cleaning up trash.

These are the most terrifying people.

She thought to herself that such a person either had a congenital psychological problem or had experienced something that ordinary people could not imagine.

She is more inclined to believe the former.

Just then, a new figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Lin Shen, gun in hand, passed through a moon gate and was about to pull the trigger at the next corner when his eyes caught sight of a figure standing in the center of the courtyard.

She was a beautiful middle-aged woman.

She was dressed in a well-fitting dark purple kimono, her hair was neatly styled, and she wore an expression that showed she was trying hard to remain calm.

Lin Shen instinctively raised his gun and aimed it at her chest.

The middle-aged woman froze in fright, almost instinctively raising her hands, her voice trembling with urgency:

"Wait, wait a minute—Mr. Lin! Our master... wants to talk to you."

Lin Shen's finger was already on the trigger, but he paused slightly after hearing those words.

He didn't immediately lower the gun, maintaining his aiming posture, and chuckled: "Oh? You've finally had enough of being shot at and want to talk?"

The middle-aged woman stood in the center of the courtyard, her hands raised high, a somewhat forced smile on her face, her tone carrying an awkwardness as she tried to maintain her composure: "Well... I'm not quite sure what the higher-ups are thinking. I'm just here to guide the way."

Lin Shen stared at her for a few seconds, then lowered the muzzle of his gun.

He slung the grenade launcher over his shoulder and replied casually, "Sure. We can talk."

He turned around and looked at Akemi and Shiho Miyano following behind him, his tone becoming more casual: "As for you two—go ahead."

Upon hearing this, Akemi immediately opened her mouth as if to say something: "But—" But before she could finish speaking, Shiho Miyano grabbed her arm.

Shiho Miyano's grip was stronger than she had expected, pulling her to the side.

Shiho Miyano spoke first in an uncompromising tone: "Fine, you two talk it out. There's nothing more for us to do here, we'll be leaving now."

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at the middle-aged woman and asked in a calm tone, "Which way is the exit?"

The middle-aged woman knew who Shiho Miyano was, so she didn't dare to delay and quickly pointed to an inconspicuous gravel path next to her: "Go straight along this path, turn left at the end and you'll see the gate."

Noshiho nodded, said "thank you," and then, without saying another word, grabbed Akemi and headed down the path.

Akemi was pulled along for several steps, turning back several times as if to say something, but every time she opened her mouth, Shiho Miyano glared at her with a very stern look.

His eyes conveyed a clear message: "Shut up."

After being glared at several times, Mingmei finally wisely stopped talking and obediently followed her sister along the gravel path towards the exit.

After the two walked out the door, Shiho Miyano didn't linger for a moment and immediately pulled Akemi into the black Porsche parked at the door.

The moment the car door closed, she said crisply to the driver in the front seat, "Drive."

The car started and smoothly drove away from that street.

After the car drove away, Akemi finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She sat in the back seat, leaning slightly forward, her voice filled with barely suppressed worry and confusion: "Shiho—wasn't everything already settled? Why are we in such a hurry to leave?"

Shiho Miyano leaned back in her seat, gazing at the street scene outside the windshield, and sighed softly with a hint of helplessness:

"My dear sister—you're usually such a smart person, how come you're so slow-witted at crucial moments?"

"If things are really over, they will let us all go directly, instead of having to 'talk to each other individually'."

She turned to look at Mingmei. "So many people have died, what's left to talk about?"

Akemi paused for a moment, then her expression slowly changed.

Her voice lowered, tinged with lingering fear: "You mean...they're still planning something?"

Shiho Miyano nodded, her tone calm and certain: "That's probably it."

She paused, then looked ahead again. "But you don't need to worry too much. I don't think that Mr. Lin is someone to be trifled with, which is why he told us to go first."

Mingmei frowned. "So he's planning to venture into this dangerous place alone?"

Shiho Miyano was silent for a few seconds, then slowly shook her head: "I think—he probably felt it was too much trouble to go looking for them one by one."

"So we might as well agree to meet and wipe them all out."

Mingmei opened her mouth, but before she could say anything.

A loud explosion suddenly came from the direction they had come from, and the entire vehicle was shaken by the shockwave.

Akemi suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance through the rear window.

From the direction of that mansion, flames were shooting into the sky from the depths of the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a second explosion, a third, a fourth—

The continuous explosions, like a string of lit firecrackers, echoed through the once quiet and elegant Japanese mansion.

The firelight illuminated the entire sky.

Shiho Miyano also turned around and looked through the rear window at the towering flames and thick smoke.

There was no surprise on her face; she simply said in a tone that suggested she already knew what was going on, "Just as I expected."