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

The aroma of coffee beans still lingered in Poirot Café, but the atmosphere was completely different from just a few minutes ago.

Vermouth sat opposite Lin Shen, took off her sunglasses, revealing a face with a half-smile.

She casually placed her sunglasses on the table, leaned back in the booth, elegantly crossed her long legs, and stared at Lin Shen's face as if she were examining a very interesting object.

Lin Shen watched her sit down and knew very well that trouble was brewing.

But he wasn't flustered at all.

After all, it would be strange if the organization completely ignored the commotion I had caused.

Moreover, Xiao Wu is a member of the organization, which means that the organization has long had its eye on the Hatamoto Group, a lucrative target.

Now he has sank the entire ship, and the Hatamoto family is almost wiped out. The only one left, Xia Jiang, is grateful to him and even invited him to dinner!

In other words, he took the whole cake that the organization wanted.

It would be a miracle if Vermouth wasn't angry.

He picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and asked casually, "An organization member?"

Vermouth nodded slightly, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Nice to meet you, Rye Whiskey. I'm Vermouth."

Lin Shen nodded, showing no surprise.

He turned his head and called out towards the bar, "Akami, bring the menu over."

Akemi Miyano quickly came over with the menu and politely handed it to Vermouth.

As Vermouth reached out to take the menu, her gaze lingered on Akemi's face for a few seconds, and the playful smile on her lips deepened, carrying an indescribable and profound meaning.

Mingmei felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and subconsciously took a half step back.

Lin Shen glanced at Vermouth and said in a calm tone, "Don't worry about it."

"Vermouth was injured by Shuichi Akai before, so she's taking her anger out on you."

Both Akemi and Vermouth were taken aback by these words.

This was the first time Mingmei had heard about this, while Vermouth narrowed her eyes and stared at Lin Shen, a hint of sharpness in her gaze.

She paused for a moment, then slowly asked, "How did you know about this?"

Lin Shen didn't answer her question, but simply tapped the table lightly with his fingers, his tone still relaxed: "What would you like to drink?"

Vermouth looked at him, remained silent for a few seconds, then looked down at the menu and randomly pointed to a "Scarlet Letter Coffee".

Mingmei took the menu, responded with a sigh of relief, and quickly went back behind the bar to make coffee.

Vermouth leaned back in her booth, her gaze returning to Lin Shen's face, and said tentatively, "It seems... you knew I would come."

Lin Shen didn't respond to her comment. Instead, he tapped the table twice with his knuckles, his tone revealing undisguised impatience:

"I'm busy, I don't have time to waste with your nonsense. Just get to the point, what do you want?"

His words were quite impolite.

The tall man standing behind Vermouth, Calvados, immediately darkened his expression.

He took half a step forward, his voice low and menacing: "Hey kid, watch your tone."

Lin Shen didn't even glance at him; his gaze remained fixed on Vermouth's face, as if waiting for her answer.

Vermouth raised a hand and waved it gently, her tone carrying a calm smile: "Calvados, don't worry about it."

"I like this direct approach to communication; it saves time."

Calvados, though still displeased, stepped back and glared at Lin Shen.

Vermouth turned her gaze back to Lin Shen, her smile unchanged, but her tone became slightly more somber:

"Let's get straight to the point, rye whiskey, you've messed things up for me."

Lin Shen leaned back in his booth, his hands clasped on the table, and asked in return:

"Where did I mess up? You asked me to save Xiao Wu, but I ended up saving someone else."

Vermouth frowned slightly.

She hated the other person's attitude of refusing to admit it no matter what.

She suppressed her displeasure and continued, "I asked you to save people, but I didn't ask you to give him C4 bombs."

"I didn't ask you to blow up that ship either."

Lin Shen picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, then slowly put the cup down and shrugged, saying, "It has nothing to do with me."

Vermouth was amused by his words; she had seen people renege on their debts before, but never one so brazenly.

She sneered, "None of your business? Did Xiao Wu bring the C4 bomb onto the ship himself?"

Lin Shen picked up his coffee cup again and took a sip, speaking casually as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him:

"Maybe. I'm not that familiar with Xiaowu, how would I know what he's thinking?"

He put down his cup, looked Vermouth in the eye, and said, "Besides, would you just randomly give a C4 bomb to a complete stranger?"

This left Vermouth speechless.

She opened her mouth, but for a moment she couldn't find a suitable rebuttal, because logically speaking, no normal person would casually hand over a C4 bomb to a stranger.

But she quickly realized that Lin Shen was not a normal person at all.

Would a normal person casually pull out an RPG or Gatling gun and start shooting everywhere?

Would a normal person use a C4 bomb as a brick to hit someone?

She realized she had almost been tricked by his logic.

Her face turned cold, and her voice took on a chill:

"Lin Shen, don't try that on me!"

"I'm not a police officer, I'm not going to talk to you about evidence. Don't try to fob me off with that."

Lin Shen looked at her, and the relaxed smile on his face slowly faded a bit.

He looked Vermouth into the eyes and said, word by word, "Well, I'm not a sucker either."

"What does it have to do with me that your people got into trouble? You expect me to take responsibility?"

Vermouth's gaze turned cold, her voice carrying a final warning: "So, you're not going to give me an explanation?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Calvados, who was standing behind her, no longer hesitated.

He reached directly into his waistband and pulled out a pistol, pointing the muzzle steadily at Lin Shen's forehead as a form of intimidation.

He was quick and professional; he was clearly an experienced person.

Lin Shen smiled.

It wasn't a forced, composed laugh, but a genuine laugh from the heart, one that found it very interesting.

He tilted his head, looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, and said in a casual tone, "I hate it when people point guns at me."

The moment he finished speaking, a silenced Glock appeared in his hand.

Without any warning, without any hesitation, he raised his hand and fired three shots.

puff!puff!puff!

Two shots to the chest and one to the head!

Three muffled thuds, suppressed by the silencer, echoed through the coffee shop.

Blood burst from Calvados's forehead and chest at the same time.

The expression on his face changed from fierce to frozen astonishment. He never imagined that Lin Shen, that madman, would actually dare to fire a gun.

His body swayed, then fell straight backward like a wall that had been pushed over, crashing heavily onto the floor with a dull thud.

Akemi, who was behind the bar, covered her mouth in fright.

Vermouth sat frozen in her booth.

She looked down at the still slightly twitching corpse on the ground, then looked up at Lin Shen's face, which still wore a relaxed smile.

She realized that what the intelligence report said was true.

This man is ruthless and decisive.

Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it!

She had originally intended to use force to suppress him, but now it seemed that this approach wouldn't work on Lin Shen!