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

Xiao Wu stayed in the room, pacing back and forth.

The floorboards creaked under his feet, but he just couldn't stop.

His palms were sweaty, his heart was pounding, and the same thought kept running through his mind.

The organization's power is indeed immense and formidable. He himself was able to infiltrate the Hatamoto Group and climb to his current position in such a short time only through the Black Organization.

But now there's a problem: he's at sea!

On a cruise ship that is turning around and heading back.

No matter how powerful an organization is, can it conjure up a rescue team at sea to save itself?

Xiao Wu paced back and forth countless times, growing increasingly anxious and convinced that he might really be doomed.

Just as his anxiety was about to reach its peak, an accident occurred.

Two muffled sounds suddenly came from the doorway.

Thump, thump.

That was the sound of a human body falling to the floor, dull and solid!

Xiao Wu suddenly stopped in his tracks, frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the tightly closed door.

There was no sound from outside the door—no talking, no footsteps, nothing at all.

The door was still closed.

He waited for about ten seconds, but there was still no movement outside the door, and no one seemed to be pushing the door open.

He hesitated, but eventually stepped forward, reached out, and grasped the doorknob.

Xiao Wu turned the door slightly; it wasn't locked.

He took a deep breath and flung open the door.

In the corridor outside the door, the two black-clad bodyguards who had been standing guard at the door were now lying on the ground, one on each side, their eyes open but their pupils dilated.

Xiao Wu's expression changed slightly, but he didn't have time to be afraid.

His gaze swept quickly across both ends of the corridor, but there was no one there.

Then he noticed a cell phone hanging on the doorknob.

The phone was tied to the doorknob with a thin rope.

Xiao Wu grabbed the phone, glanced around to make sure no one was there, then quickly bent down, grabbed the two corpses by their collars, dragged them into the room, shoved them into the bathroom in one swift motion, and closed the door.

He stood outside the bathroom door, took a couple of breaths, and then looked down at the phone in his hand.

Turn on the screen.

The screen remained on the text message page, which contained only one line: "Go to room 705."

Xiao Wu put his phone in his pocket, opened the door, peeked out and looked around to make sure the corridor was still empty, then quickly walked out of the room and headed down the corridor toward room 705.

Fortunately, his room was on the seventh floor, and 705 was not far away, less than twenty steps away.

He stood at the door of 705, glanced back at the corridor behind him to make sure no one was following, then reached out and gently turned the doorknob. The door was unlocked.

He slipped inside, closed the door behind him, and clicked the deadbolt button.

Xiao Wu stood at the door, took two steps forward, and then froze.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly shut, but the bedside lamp was on, and in the warm yellow light, he saw a scene that left him speechless for a moment.

A large number of weapons and equipment were neatly arranged on the bed, chairs, and floor of the room.

There were at least a dozen submachine guns, leaning against the edge of the bed.

A dozen or so pistols were neatly arranged on the desk.

Next to it were neatly stacked magazines; I counted at least twenty.

At the foot of the bed were more than a dozen metal boxes that looked like toolboxes, stacked in two layers.

Xiao Wu walked over, squatted down, and reached out to open the lid of one of the boxes. Inside were C4 plastic bombs separated by foam plastic.

The yellow, lumpy object gleamed with an ominous sheen under the light.

Xiao Wu squatted on the ground, staring at the box of explosives, and remained silent for a long time.

He had only one thought in his mind.

Is this how organizations help themselves?

He gave himself a mountain of weapons and explosives, and then ignored everything else, leaving himself to do everything alone?

He slowly stood up, took two steps back, leaned against the wall, and glanced at the equipment in the room that was enough to start a small war.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again, unsure of what to say.

My head just kept buzzing.

Xiao Wu thought about it carefully and suddenly realized that the organization's actions didn't seem to be wrong at all!

After all, the organization is a criminal group. Do you expect the organization to send a lawyer to help you with the lawsuit?

This has always been the organization's way of doing things.

Here are your weapons, solve the problem yourself.

Thinking about this, Xiao Wu suddenly felt that everything made sense.

He even felt that the organization's actions were the correct approach.

After figuring this out, he stopped overthinking.

He walked over, bent down and picked up a submachine gun. It felt heavy in his hand, and there was a thin layer of gun oil on the metal body, indicating that it had just been prepared.

He gripped the gun, feeling its cold weight travel through his palms and spread throughout his body, his eyes gradually hardening.

Previously, Xiao Wu had a choice.

He could continue to conceal his identity and live a peaceful life with Xia Jiang under the name "Hatamoto Takeshi".

He is ready to let go of his hatred; he is truly ready.

But after the Dragon Man was killed, his identity could no longer be hidden.

Once he reaches the shore, and once the police get involved in the investigation, his background will be thoroughly investigated.

He had no way out.

Since we have no other choice, we can only keep pushing forward!

He must personally eliminate Hatamoto Gozo before the cruise ship docks to avenge his father.

Besides, there's Akie Hatamoto, Mariko Hatamoto, Shoji Hatamoto, and everyone else in the Hatamoto family who might threaten Natsue's right to inherit the family business!

He wants to get rid of all these people.

In this way, Xia Jiang can smoothly inherit the entire Hatamoto Group, and no one can compete with her.

With that thought in mind, Xiao Wu no longer hesitated.

He slung the submachine gun over his shoulder and began loading the pistols and magazines onto his body one by one.

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Meanwhile, on the deck.

Lin Shen leaned against the ship's railing, a glass of champagne in his hand. The sea breeze blew through his hair as he squinted at the distant horizon, his expression relaxed and content.

He has already arranged everything.

He was the one who planted the weapons in room 705.

Xiao Wu should have obtained those equipment by now.

Now it's up to Xiao Wu to show how he performs.

After Xiaowu kills Hatamoto Gozo, he will then appear as a "righteous passerby" and take down Xiaowu.

Then I'll secretly go to Xia Jiang and make a deal: if Xia Jiang gives up his inheritance rights, I'll spare your man's life!

Then, if the other heirs are eliminated, Qiu Jiang will become the sole heir.

My five billion reward is in my hands!

Thinking of this, Lin Shen's lips involuntarily curled upwards.

Just as his smile was halfway through, a voice that gave him a headache came from the side:

"President Lin, what mischievous thoughts are you having? You seem so happy about them!"

Lin Shen turned his head and looked at Conan standing next to him.

He took a sip of champagne and laughed: "Aren't you a detective? Guess!"

Conan rolled his eyes, his tone irritated: "Detectives can't read minds! If I could guess, would I need to ask you?"

Lin Shen shrugged and spread his hands. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. You can't guess, and I can't tell you."

Conan looked at Lin Shen's smiling face, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

He had a strong intuition that something was wrong.

And something's not just a little off.

He lowered his head, his mind racing through all the information he had gathered since boarding the ship.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Conan's mind, a thought that sent a chill down his spine.

He suddenly looked up: "Xiao Wu!"

His voice suddenly rose, "Something's definitely going to happen to Xiao Wu!!"

After he finished speaking, without any hesitation, he turned around and ran wildly toward the cabin.

The small figure in the suit ran quickly across the deck and disappeared into the cabin entrance in the blink of an eye.

Lin Shen stood there, holding a champagne glass, staring in the direction Conan had disappeared, completely bewildered.

He had only one thought in his mind: This kid is cheating way too much!

He didn't say a word from beginning to end!

While leaning on the deck drinking a glass of champagne, Conan, relying on his damned intuition, directly locked onto Takeshi.

He held his wine glass, remained silent for several seconds, then shook his head: "Awesome!"

He thought about it again and realized that, given Conan's performance in those cases, this kind of "suddenly locking onto a person based on intuition" wasn't that unusual.

After all, they're the main characters.

It's only right that the protagonist has some privileges.