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

Lin Shen stood on the deck, the sea breeze blowing his suit jacket, which was tattered from the explosion, and his hair was also scorched by the heat.

He braced himself on his knees with both hands and gasped for breath for a while before finally catching his breath.

He looked up at the banquet hall window, which was still billowing black smoke, and grew angrier the more he thought about it.

He's always the one beating others up, but today, he was blown up by a group of bodyguards with C4 and jumped out of the window, almost falling headfirst into the sea to feed the fish!

shame!

This is an absolute disgrace!

Lin Shen has been around for so long, when has he ever suffered such a loss?

He was standing there sulking when suddenly more than a dozen figures jumped out one after another from the broken windows of the banquet hall.

They were all the same bodyguards from before.

Some of them were carrying submachine guns, others were holding pistols, and they were all covered in dust and debris from the explosion.

But when they saw Lin Shen still standing on the deck, their faces were filled with surprise.

"He's not dead! He's still alive!"

"They survived? That dog's luck is off the charts!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just take down 'Xiao Wu'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so bodyguards all raised their guns and aimed them at Lin Shen, who was standing on the side of the ship.

Upon seeing this scene, Lin Shen's anger flared up instantly.

He had just been blown away and hadn't even caught his breath when these people dared to chase after him?

They dared to point a gun at him?

It's the other way around!

Can this be tolerated?

I definitely can't tolerate it.

Without saying a word, he reached behind him with his right hand and pulled out a bundle of C4 bombs from his system space.

The six pieces were bundled together and tightly bound with tape, with the fuses connected as one!

Then, braving a hail of bullets, Lin Shen threw it directly at them.

The bodyguards' expressions froze instantly when they saw him suddenly produce a bundle of yellow cubes and throw them at them.

Someone was the first to react, their voice piercingly high-pitched: "Baka! It's C4 bombs! And a whole bundle of them!!"

"Of course! We're not blind! We saw it!!"

"Run!!"

The dozen or so bodyguards erupted into chaos like ants scalded by boiling water.

Some people panicked and ran back into the banquet hall.

Someone sprinted down the corridors to the left and right.

A few quick-thinking individuals simply climbed over the railing and jumped into the sea.

The bundle of C4 was precisely thrown into the broken window of the banquet hall.

Rumbling--

! ! ! !

A deafening explosion, louder than the previous three explosions combined, erupted in the middle of the cruise ship.

The entire ship shook violently, and even the lifebuoys on the deck were shaken off.

A huge gaping hole was blasted open in the wall facing the banquet hall, and flames and black smoke mixed together, shooting into the night sky like a fire dragon.

Some of the bodyguards who didn't have time to run far were thrown out by the shockwave, tracing an arc in the air before falling into the sea.

Some were blown apart, their limbs separated, and fragments were scattered in every corner of the deck;

A few others ran into the banquet hall; they probably weren't even left with bones.

As for those who jumped into the sea beforehand, they actually escaped with their lives and are now struggling on the surface of the sea, looking back in terror at the burning cruise ship.

Lin Shen climbed up from the deck, dusted himself off, looked at the mess in the direction of the banquet hall, and finally let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that the fire in his heart had finally been extinguished a little.

He reached up and straightened his collar.

Even though the collar was burned and curled up, one must still maintain one's posture.

However, after his anger subsided, he belatedly realized that something was wrong.

He frowned and re-examined the series of events that had just occurred.

The bodyguards' reaction was wrong.

When they stormed into the banquet hall, they were carrying the weapons he had kept in room 705.

Moreover, they immediately started throwing C4 bombs into the banquet hall.

That was a banquet hall where there were still living people!

Although Xiao Wu has already ransacked the place, there are definitely still many injured guests who haven't had a chance to escape.

Those bodyguards didn't care at all whether their own people would get blown up!

It was as if they had been planning all along to take this opportunity to get rid of everyone on the ship.

Lin Shen stood on the deck, the night wind blowing the charred corner of his clothes.

Even if he wasn't exactly a top-tier genius, he had a vague sense of it by this point.

There is probably another force pulling the strings behind this.

Just then, Lin Shen heard a sharp cry for help.

He turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the sound.

Qiujiang was hanging from the railing of the ship, her hands gripping the top bar tightly, her body suspended in mid-air, with the dark waves below.

She was clearly caught in the blasts and chaos; she was pushed against the railing by some unknown force and almost fell over.

Her arms were trembling, and she was clearly about to give way.

Lin Shen quickly ran over, bent down, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up forcefully.

Qiujiang collapsed onto the deck, panting heavily, still shaken.

She looked up and saw that the person who had saved her was "Xiao Wu." Tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and her voice trembled and choked with sobs.

"Xiao Wu...it's...it's my fault for what I did to you before. I shouldn't have said bad things about you..."

Lin Shen didn't say anything, only saying, "Find a place to hide."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Qiujiang scrambled to his feet and ran toward the cabin, his figure quickly disappearing into the shadows at the end of the corridor.

Even after Qiujiang ran into the cabin, her heart was still pounding wildly.

She bent over, leaning against the wall, and caught her breath for a few moments before straightening up, preparing to find a safe room to hide in.

However, she had only walked a few steps when she passed the corridor next to the banquet hall that had been affected by the explosion and saw someone.

Her uncle-in-law was Hatamoto Hokuro.

He knelt on the corridor floor, cradling Mariko's body in his arms, his shoulders trembling as he let out suppressed sobs.

Mariko's exquisite dress was now soaked in blood, her face was deathly pale, and she lay quietly in her husband's arms, never to move again.

Qiu Jiang stopped in her tracks.

She stood a few steps away, watching her uncle, who was usually weak and had almost no presence in the Hatamoto family, now holding his wife's body and weeping bitterly.

She hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, knelt down, and whispered, "Uncle... please accept my condolences."

Bei Lang's crying paused for a moment.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed and his face streaked with tears.

He looked at Qiu Jiang and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's that bastard Xiao Wu? Have you seen him?"

Qiujiang's lips moved slightly.

She hesitated for only about a second before speaking: "He's outside on the deck. I saw him when I came in."

Upon hearing these words, a flash of hatred appeared in Bei Lang's bloodshot eyes.

He lowered his head, glanced at Mariko's peaceful face in his arms, and then gently closed her eyes.

When he raised his head, his entire demeanor changed.

The weakness and gentleness that had always clung to him were shaken off like an old, worn-out coat.

He pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket, pressed the call button, and spoke in a cold, steady voice, devoid of any emotion: "Xiao Wu is on the deck. Go over there and take care of him."

He paused, then added, "Also—if you see any other members of the Hatamoto family, kill them all."

Qiu Jiang, standing to the side, felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head upon hearing these words, chilling her to the bone.

She opened her mouth several times before finally uttering a stammering sentence: "You...you...you..."

Bei Lang put down the walkie-talkie and turned to look at her.

Although his face was still streaked with tears, his eyes were eerily calm.

"You guessed right, Qiujiang." He slowly stood up, looking down at her. "I also want the inheritance rights to the Hitomoto Group."

"Ichiro isn't smart enough; I need to pave the way for him."

Qiujiang's legs began to tremble.

She took two steps back, her voice trembling with an almost pleading tone: "Then...then I don't want the inheritance. I don't want anything. Please, please let me go."

Bei Lang did not answer her.

He simply pulled a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Qiu Jiang's chest.

As Qiu Jiang stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, many images flashed through his mind.

She remembered what she had said to Xiao Wu on the deck earlier: "Find a place to hide."

She should have run away a long time ago.

She shouldn't have meddled!

Gunshots rang out and echoed for a long time in the narrow corridor.

Qiu Jiang's body swayed, then slowly collapsed to the ground. Her eyes were still open, but the light in her pupils was gradually fading.

Bei Lang glanced down at the corpse on the ground and put his gun back on his waist.

Mariko is dead, and he no longer has the mind to distinguish right from wrong!

He didn't want to pretend anymore.

He only wanted to take advantage of the chaos to wipe out the remaining members of the Hatamoto family and then pin all the blame on Kotake.

Once the ship docks, Ichiro will be the sole heir to the Hatamoto Group!