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

Inside the banquet hall, the lights remained bright, with the crystal chandelier casting a warm yellow glow on the gilded decorations and white tablecloths.

The table was still covered with cutlery and wine glasses that hadn't been cleared away, and a few bunches of fresh white roses were in a vase, emitting a faint fragrance.

Everything was just like a wedding should be... except for the atmosphere.

Mariko Hatamoto stood in the center of the banquet hall, holding a glass of red wine, her voice booming, her tone carrying an air of wanting the whole world to hear:

"You guys have no idea! That Xiao Wu's bag was full of explosives! Submachine guns, pistols, C4—it filled an entire room!"

"What are they trying to do? They're trying to wipe out the entire Hatamoto family!"

As she spoke, she exaggeratedly gestured with her free hand, her face filled with the lingering fear of "we almost died".

The surrounding guests looked at each other in surprise, some gasped, and others whispered among themselves.

Seeing that the effect was good, Mariko added fuel to the fire, raising her voice even higher: "In the end, why did things turn out like this? Isn't it all because of Xia Jiang!"

"She let the wolf into the house! She insisted on being with that Xiao Wu!"

"If it weren't for her, how could the Hatamoto family have almost been wiped out?"

The surrounding chatter grew louder and louder.

Some nodded, some frowned, and some looked at Xia Jiang, who was standing in the corner, with a complicated expression.

Mariko no longer cares about the old rule of not airing family dirty laundry in public.

She had only one thought in her mind—to take this opportunity to completely ruin Xia Jiang's reputation, so that the old man would have to think carefully about whether it was worth handing over the group to such a "wolf in sheep's clothing" granddaughter.

As long as Xia Jiang's reputation is ruined, then I will have a chance.

Xia Jiang stood in a corner of the banquet hall, leaning against the wall, his face as white as a sheet of paper.

She could feel the gazes around her piercing her like needles.

Although the whispers were hushed, she could still catch fragments of their conversation—

"Xiao Wu is here for revenge!"

"Did you hear? They almost blew up the whole ship!"

"Oh dear, we almost got caught in the crossfire!"

Did she know about it or not?

"I don't know, it's true what they say, you can know a person's face but not their heart..."

"..."

Xia Jiang lowered her head, her nails digging hard into the flesh of her palms.

She couldn't refute it.

Because some of what Mariko said was indeed true.

She was the one who brought Xiao Wu into the Hatamoto family; she was the one who chose to believe in him.

If it weren't for him, Xiao Wu would indeed have had no chance to get close to the core of this family.

Xia Jiang felt increasingly distressed, as if something was blocking his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

She even thought that she should just die, maybe then people would stop talking about it, maybe that would atone for her sins.

Just then, a hand grabbed her wrist.

Xia Jiang looked up and saw Xiao Lan's face, which was filled with worry.

Xiao Lan didn't say anything, but just squeezed her wrist tightly, and then pulled her out of the banquet hall through the side door.

A gentle evening breeze blew in, carrying the salty smell of the sea. Xia Jiang stood in the corridor and finally took deep breaths.

Mariko, who was in the banquet hall, saw Xia Jiang being pulled away by Xiao Lan and a smug smile appeared on her lips.

She felt that she had done a very good job with her task today.

She put down her wine glass, straightened her collar, and swaggered out the front door!

She planned to go to the old man and give Xia Jiang another piece of his mind!

She walked around the corner of the corridor in high heels, her mood cheerful.

Then she froze.

Mariko Hiramoto saw Takeshi.

Xiao Wu stood less than five meters away in the corridor, holding a submachine gun in his hand. His clothes were stained with blood and dirt, and his face was covered in bruises, but his eyes were even colder than they had been a few hours earlier.

Mariko's smile froze on her face. She took a step back, her voice trembling noticeably: "You...you...what are you doing here?"

Xiao Wu did not answer her question.

He simply stared at her coldly, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, a smile that was hard to decipher—whether it was mockery or satisfaction.

"Didn't expect that, did you? I'm out again."

Mariko's gaze fell on the submachine gun in his hand, and her legs went weak.

She knelt down with a thud, clasped her hands together, and cried out, "Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu... I've never done anything to you!"

"I haven't done anything to wrong you, please let me go! I beg you!"

Looking at her face, contorted with fear, Xiao Wu recalled every disdainful look and every cold word he had received from the Hatamoto family over the years.

He gently shook his head, his voice as calm as if he were talking about something trivial:

"Impossible. I will not let a single member of the Hatamoto family go."

He pulled the trigger.

The gunshots were amplified to a deafening level in the narrow corridor, and bullets pierced Mariko's body one by one.

Her body trembled violently from the impact of the bullets until all the bullets in the magazine were emptied. Then, like a puppet whose strings had been pulled, she slowly collapsed to the ground.

The exquisite dress had been stained dark red.

Lin Shen stepped out of the shadows, looked at the body riddled with bullets on the ground, raised an eyebrow, and said with a hint of surprise:

"Xiao Wu, you're usually so polite, I never expected you to be so ruthless."

Xiao Wu stood there, his chest rising and falling slightly, looking down at the submachine gun in his hand, which had already emptied its magazine, panting heavily.

He tossed the empty submachine gun to the ground, turned to look at Lin Shen, and asked calmly, "Any more bullets?"

Lin Shen chuckled, pulled out a large object from behind his back, and casually tossed it to him: "Why change bullets? Just switch to a gun, it's much faster. Here's a good gadget for you."

He reached out and caught it, then looked down and froze.

An M7 light machine gun, with its belt packed with bullets, has a capacity of 250 rounds.

He gripped the gun, glanced up at Lin Shen, and his eyes held an indescribable shock!

He really wanted to know where this man got these weapons from.

But he didn't ask.

Because he's too lazy to think about these things anymore.

Xiao Wu, carrying the light machine gun, turned and strode towards the main entrance of the banquet hall.

He kicked open the carved wooden door.

The guests in the banquet hall were chatting in small groups when they heard a loud bang at the door, and everyone turned around—

Then they saw a man with a wounded face, holding a light machine gun, standing at the door.

Screams erupted in an instant.

Xiao Wu did not hesitate.

He pulled the trigger.

Da da da da—

The light machine gun spewed continuous flames from its muzzle, and bullets swept through the crowd like raindrops.

Before being tricked by Conan, he was still thinking about avoiding harming innocent people and only seeking revenge on the Hatamoto family.

But now he doesn't think that way anymore!

He dared not do good deeds anymore.

What if someone else suddenly appears from the crowd, pulls out a tranquilizer dart or something else, and attacks him?

He'd rather kill the wrong person than let someone go!

The gunshots continued for a long time in the banquet hall.

Those guests who were close to the Hatamoto family were, without exception, among the first to fall.

Some people didn't even realize what was happening before they were shot multiple times and fell into pools of blood.

Within minutes, the entire banquet hall transformed from a glamorous place filled with music and laughter into a horrific scene of carnage.

Lin Shen leaned against the wall by the banquet hall entrance, arms crossed, watching Xiao Wu's back as he swept the banquet hall with the light machine gun, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Not bad! You've got some of my style!!"