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

The atmosphere in Hatamoto Gozo's suite was extremely tense.

Xiao Wu stood in the center of the room, his left hand tightly gripping Hatakemoto's neck, while his right hand held a pistol, the muzzle pressed firmly against the old man's temple.

Hatamoto Gozo's face was grim, but as someone who had spent his entire life in the business world, he remained calm and silent at this moment.

On the other side of the room, Shoji Hatamoto and Hokuro Hatamoto stood side by side, neither of them looking too happy.

Xiang Er was genuinely nervous, his forehead covered in sweat, while Bei Lang's expression was much more complex, as if there was something else hidden beneath his nervousness.

Xiao Wu's gaze swept around the room, his tone clearly impatient: "Haven't the others arrived yet?"

Shoji Hatamoto quickly took a small step forward, stretching out his hands in a reassuring gesture, his voice filled with barely suppressed panic:

"They're already on their way... Put the gun down! It'll be a problem if it goes off accidentally!"

Xiao Wu ignored him. He glanced down at his watch, then looked up, his voice turning colder:

"You have five more minutes. If Ichiro Hatamoto and the rest of the group haven't all arrived by then,..."

"Then I'll have no choice but to shoot."

In order to eliminate all the other hatamoto families in one fell swoop, he had no choice but to wait patiently.

He knew he only had this one chance, and if he missed it, it would be gone forever.

Just then, Hokuro Hatamoto's phone vibrated.

He glanced down at the message on the screen.

It was sent by someone he had arranged to be outside.

He quickly glanced at the contents, and then the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

The message was short, but it contained a lot of information—except for Xia Jiang, the rest of the Hatamoto family members had been almost completely eliminated.

I can finally relax.

He put his phone back in his pocket, then looked up and called out towards the door, "Come in."

The door was pushed open.

Two bodyguards carrying submachine guns strode in, their guns pointed directly at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu reacted quickly, immediately shrinking his entire body behind Hatamoto Gozo, pressing the muzzle of the gun even tighter against the old man's temple, and raising his voice several octaves:

"Get them out! Or I'll really shoot!"

However, to everyone's surprise, Hokuro Hatamoto simply stood there, arms crossed, and said in a very calm tone:

"Go ahead and shoot if you dare."

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Shoji Hatamoto suddenly turned his head to look at Kitarou, his eyes wide open, his mouth opening and closing as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

Hatamoto Gozo frowned and glanced at his usually quiet son-in-law out of the corner of his eye.

Xiao Wu was stunned. His finger holding the gun paused for a moment, and his voice was filled with disbelief and hesitation: "What...did you say?"

Kitaro Hatamoto smiled.

That smile was completely different from his usual gentle and weak smile.

It was a smile that had been held back for a long time and was finally no longer needed to be held back.

He stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table: "I've already killed most of the Hatamoto family members."

He pointed his finger in Xiao Wu's direction, "If you kill this old bastard again, then—"

He withdrew his hand and pointed to his chest. "I am the sole heir to the Hatamoto Group."

Upon hearing this, Hatamoto Gozo's expression finally changed.

His eyes widened suddenly, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage: "You bastard! What do you think you're doing?!"

Hatamoto Hokuro looked down at the old face that was flushed with anger, his expression perfectly calm.

He shook his head slightly, a hint of regret in his voice: "Forget it, why waste so much time talking to a dead man?"

He drew his gun, raised it, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out.

The gunshots echoed around the room for a moment, then fell silent.

Hatamoto Gozo's brows were still furrowed, but his body had gone limp, and blood seeped from the old man's chest, quickly staining his dark gray kimono red.

Startled by this sudden turn of events, Xiaowu loosened his grip, and Hatamoto Gozo's body slid to the ground.

Hatamoto Hokuro gave him no time to react. He put down his still-smoking pistol and gave the two bodyguards a concise and forceful order: "Move."

Shoji Hatamoto finally snapped out of his shock and turned around, staggering toward the door.

But he had only taken two steps when a bodyguard raised his hand and shot him. His body lurched forward, and he lay motionless on the floor.

Xiao Wu finally realized what was happening. He used Hatamoto Gozo's corpse as cover and fired at the two bodyguards under the cover of the corpse.

He shot the first bodyguard in the shoulder, then fired another shot to take him down.

The second bodyguard ducked behind the sofa, and the two exchanged fire a few shots across the sofa, the bullets sending the cotton on the sofa back flying everywhere.

But Hokuro Hatamoto did not participate in the gunfight; he was waiting.

We waited until we found a suitable angle.

Finally, when Xiao Wu found an opportunity to take down the second-ranked bodyguard.

Hokuro Hiramoto found his opportunity!

He steadily raised the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet entered Xiao Wu's left side below his ribs and pierced his lung.

Xiao Wu's body stiffened for a moment, then he fell straight down like a loosened piece of wood, the gun in his hand sliding several steps away.

Hatamoto Hokuro stood in the room, looking down at the corpses on the floor, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Lin Shen rushed in first, pistol in hand, followed closely by Xiao Lan, gun in hand, and Xia Jiang came in last.

The three people rushed into the room and were all stunned by what they saw.

Several corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Hatamoto Gozo, Hatamoto Shoji, Kobu, and two bodyguards all lay dead in pools of blood.

Xia Jiang stood at the door, his gaze falling on Hatamoto Gozo.

"Grandpa!!!" She threw herself beside Hatamoto Gozo's body and let out a heart-wrenching cry.

She grabbed the old man's already cold arms with both hands, buried her face in them, and burst into tears, her shoulders shaking violently.

Hatamoto Hokuro stood at the other end of the room, and his expression changed in less than half a second when he saw Xia Jiang enter.

His eyes instantly reddened, and his voice became heavy with grief, trembling as he sobbed.

"Xia Jiang, it was Xiao Wu! It was all Xiao Wu's doing! I'm too late... I'm too late..."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Lin Shen, who was standing at the door, out of the corner of his eye.

He was plotting in his mind how to ambush Lin Shen.

Once we get rid of him, the remaining two women will be easier to deal with.

However, just as Hokuro was peeking at Lin Shen, he saw a fist rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.

A muffled thud.

Hokuro Hatamoto felt as if his left cheek had been hit head-on by a bicycle.

He swayed to the right, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the floor. His head was buzzing, his vision was blurry, and all he could see were shimmering little stars.

Before he could even figure out what was happening, a foot stepped on his chest, and then the gun in his hand was kicked away, rolling and clanging as it went to the corner of the wall.

Lin Shen looked down at him, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on his lips:

"Hatamoto Hokuro, your acting is really bad. You're the one who killed everyone here."

Hatamoto Hokuro was trampled to the ground, a red mark still on his face, but he hadn't given up. He turned his head with difficulty to look in Xia Jiang's direction, his voice filled with a final struggle:

"Xia Jiang! Don't listen to this kid's nonsense!"

"Xiao Wu killed them all! They were already dead when I came in! It has nothing to do with me!"

Lin Shen interrupted him before he could continue acting, saying, "Alright, stop acting. We've been listening at the door for quite a while."

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head and toes. Hokuro Hatamoto opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He knew that no matter how much he tried to argue, it would be useless.

But he hasn't completely given up yet!

His still-functioning hand quietly and slowly reached into his pocket, then suddenly pulled out a remote control, held it above his head, and his voice carried a desperate, reckless madness:

"If I press this button now, the ship will—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Shen had already kicked his wrist.

The remote control flew out of his hand, arced through the air, bounced off the wall, and landed in a vase with a crisp tinkling sound.

Lin Shen looked down at Hatamoto Hokuro's face, contorted with despair, and his tone carried a genuine amusement:

"Is that all the tricks you have? Do you have any other trump cards? Show them all and let's see."

Kimoto Hokuro lay on the ground, his chest being stepped on, the remote control gone from his hand, his expression gradually shifting from despair to a blank, empty look.

Just then, a trembling voice, trying hard to sound fierce, came from the doorway: "You... all of you, stop!"

Everyone turned to look at the doorway.

Ichiro Hatamoto stood there, holding a pistol, the muzzle pressed against the back of a small head.

The one he's holding hostage is Conan!

Conan's glasses were askew, and although Ichiro Hatamoto was holding him by the neck, his expression remained relatively calm.

But when Ran saw this, her face turned deathly pale, and her voice trembled with a sharp, panicked cry: "Conan!!"

Ichiro Hatamoto's hands were trembling.

He was clearly not someone who was used to handling guns; his grip on the gun was somewhat awkward, and his finger trembled slightly on the trigger.

But he still mustered all his strength to stand upright, his voice carrying a forced ferocity: "None...don't move! Or I'll kill this child!"

When Hatamoto Hokuro saw his son appear at the door, a glimmer of hope instantly ignited in his eyes.

He struggled to get up from the ground: "Son! You did a great job!"

But as soon as he raised his upper body, Lin Shen stepped on his stomach and stomped him back down.

Hatamoto Hokuro groaned in pain and collapsed back onto the floor.

Lin Shen re-aimed the gun at his head, then looked up at Hatamoto Ichiro at the door, a leisurely smile on his face:

"You can shoot. But if you shoot, your dad won't survive either."

Ichiro Hatamoto was trembling all over.

His gaze darted back and forth between Conan's head and Lin Shen's gun barrel several times, his lips trembling as he tried to say something harsh, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His hand holding the gun trembled even more violently, and sweat streamed down his face, but he dared not fire or put the gun down. He stood frozen at the doorway, caught in a dilemma.

The entire room fell into a suffocating silence.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder. Xia Jiang knelt beside his grandfather's body, weeping so hard he was almost breathless.

Ran stood to the side, gripping her gun tightly, her eyes fixed on the hand holding the gun that Hatamoto Ichiro was holding, ready to fire at any moment.

Lin Shen, standing on Hatamoto Hokuro's chest with the gun barrel firmly pointed at his head, looked at the young man at the door who was caught in a dilemma, and always had a calm smile on his lips.