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

Xiao Wu stood at the door of room 705, giving his equipment one last check.

He was carrying a black travel bag, zipped up tightly, filled with C4 plastic bombs and magazines.

He held a submachine gun in each hand, the safety was off, and his index finger rested on the outside of the trigger guard.

He had four pistols tucked into his waistband, each with a fully loaded magazine!

He walked out of the room, closed the door behind him, and even pulled it to make sure it was locked. Then he turned around and strode towards the end of the corridor.

Footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step firm and steady.

Xiao Wu's face was expressionless, and his eyes were calm.

Calmness is not relaxation, but the kind of cold calm that comes after a person has made up their mind!

He was prepared to kill anyone he saw from the Yabumoto family!

Even if it's Xia Jiang, he won't stop in front of him!

He knew Xia Jiang would hate him for this, but this was all he could do for her!

"Hatamoto Gozo, today is the day to settle your score with me." He said this in a low voice, but every word carried a hatred that had been suppressed for many years.

He walked to the elevator entrance and pressed the down button.

The elevator's display screen showed numbers as it slowly descended from the upper floor.

Xiao Wu stood in front of the elevator door, his fingers gently tapping the gun barrel as he mentally rehearsed what would happen in the next few minutes.

Upon arriving at Hiromoto Gozo's luxurious suite, he kicked open the door and unleashed all the bullets in his magazine onto the old man.

Simple, direct, and efficient!

If there are inconsiderate people in his way, he can only send them to their doom!

He heard the sound of cables moving in the elevator shaft; the elevator had arrived.

Ding—The elevator doors slowly opened.

Then Xiao Wu was stunned.

Conan is standing in the elevator.

He was about to come out, one hand still in his pocket and the other holding his phone.

However, when he looked up, he met Xiao Wu's eyes, who was menacing and fully armed.

Instantly, Conan froze in the elevator as if a pause button had been pressed.

His foot, which was about to step out of the elevator, was suspended in mid-air, motionless.

Only one thought occupied his mind... It's over, I might die here today!

The two stared at each other for about two or three seconds.

Those two or three seconds felt to Conan like he'd been held underwater for two hours.

His heart pounded, and his mind raced as he tried to come up with a way to escape, but faced with the muzzles of two submachine guns, all his reasoning and schemes seemed pale and powerless.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

However, Xiao Wu did not fire the gun.

He looked at the little boy with black-rimmed glasses in the elevator and didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

In particular, she didn't want to kill a child with whom she had no grudge.

Xiao Wu was silent for a moment, then spoke, his tone stiff but with a hint of restraint: "You, find a room and hide. Don't come out unless it's absolutely necessary. Understand?"

When Conan heard this, he felt as if he had been pulled out of the water and took a deep breath.

He nodded quickly and forcefully, his voice urgent with the relief of someone who had just escaped death: "Okay...okay, I understand."

After he finished speaking, he immediately squeezed out of the elevator sideways.

Xiao Wu had already stepped into the elevator.

However, as soon as he went in, he heard a faint "whoosh" sound behind him.

He felt a slight itch on the back of his neck, like he'd been bitten by a mosquito.

Xiao Wu subconsciously reached out and touched it.

My fingertip touched a tiny needle.

He pulled it out and looked at it, somewhat puzzled: A needle? Why would there be a needle in my neck?

He turned his head, his gaze falling directly on Conan's left hand, which was still raised.

Xiao Wu was aiming his watch at himself.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his mouth wouldn't obey him.

My vision began to blur, my eyelids drooped as if weighed down by lead, and my knees lost all strength.

With a thud, he fell face down onto the elevator floor.

The two submachine guns slipped from his hands and hit the floor with two crisp sounds.

The travel bag, filled with C4 and magazines, weighed heavily on his back.

Because his body blocked the elevator doors, they opened halfway and then automatically popped open again, making a ding-dong sound, repeatedly opening and closing.

It's like a machine that's stuck; I don't know what to do.

Conan stood outside the elevator, looking at the person lying motionless on the ground. He gasped for breath several times, then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself with lingering fear:

"Phew... thank goodness we arrived in time. Otherwise, this ship would have become a slaughterhouse in no time."

He squatted down, first locking the safety on the two submachine guns, then dragged them to the side of the corridor and placed them there. Next, he removed all four pistols from Xiao Wu's waist, locked the safety on each one, and neatly arranged them against the wall.

He glanced at the bulging travel bag one last time, unzipped it to peek inside... then silently zipped it up and took a deep breath.

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Lin Shen was leaning against the deck railing, holding a glass of champagne he hadn't finished drinking, his mind still calculating how he should step in and clean up the mess after Xiao Wu succeeded.

He even came up with his lines and a cool way of making his entrance.

After this, Conan ran over, tilted his head back, and said in a clearly smug tone, "President Lin, I've caught Xiaowu."

Lin Shen paused, his hand holding the champagne glass still.

He slowly turned his head, looked at Conan's face which was practically screaming "Praise me!", remained silent for about three seconds, and then asked in an incredulous tone:

"What? You arrested Xiao Wu?"

Conan nodded vigorously, put his hands on his hips, raised his chin slightly, and began to vividly describe what had just happened.

How did he bump into the fully armed Xiao Wu at the elevator entrance? How did he cleverly pretend to cooperate, and then, the moment Xiao Wu turned around, accurately hit him in the back of the neck with a tranquilizer gun using his watch? Finally, he dragged the unconscious Xiao Wu out of the elevator and disarmed him...?

After hearing the entire description, Lin Shen immediately felt a sharp pain in his groin!

He even laughed in exasperation.

He was truly convinced.

They sent Long Nan to kill Xiao Wu, but Long Nan, armed with a pistol, was killed by someone who was unarmed.

Now, when Xiao Wu was sent on a killing spree, he was taken down by a primary school student wearing a bow tie and a voice changer with a tranquilizer dart before he could even fire a single bullet.

waste!

Both of them are complete idiots!

Lin Shen stood on the deck, the sea breeze blowing through his hair. He held the glass of champagne he no longer really wanted to drink, and mentally cursed the two men over and over again.

But there was nothing he could do after he finished cursing. Conan had already knocked the man out, and he couldn't very well wake up Takeshi in front of Conan and say, "Keep killing."

He looked at the smug elementary school detective in front of him, took a deep breath, and silently began to mentally prepare himself: Never mind.

Who can blame them when they're the main character?

Let alone Xiaowu, even Gin would be completely fooled by this elementary school student.

It's perfectly normal for Xiao Wu to be defeated by Conan; there's nothing shameful about it.

After he finished this mental preparation, he drank the last sip of champagne and then put down the glass.

It seems I'll have to do it myself!