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

On the sixth floor of the department store, next to the children's toy section, in a narrow fire escape.

After hanging up the phone, Conan dimmed the screen, switched to vibrate mode, and put the phone back in his pocket.

Mitsuhiko, standing beside him, lowered his voice, his tone carrying a clear sense of unease and doubt:

"Conan, why did you call President Hayashi? Shouldn't you have called the police in this situation?"

Genta nodded repeatedly, his chubby face filled with nervousness.

"Yeah, yeah! Even if President Lin came, it wouldn't make a difference! He can't beat those robbers! They all have guns!"

Conan turned around, looking at his two friends' worried faces, and tried to make his tone sound as confident as possible:

"Don't worry, President Lin is a very capable fighter!"

"He's not your average coffee shop owner."

"He could take care of those robbers all by himself, he could handle them with his bare hands."

Ayumi blinked her big eyes, asking with a hint of disbelief, "President Hayashi... is he really that amazing?"

Conan nodded firmly, his tone carrying an unwavering determination:

"That's really amazing, I've seen it with my own eyes."

Mitsuhiko and Genta exchanged a glance.

They all knew that Conan never spoke carelessly.

Since he said President Lin is a very good fighter, then he must really be a very good fighter.

Although the three of them were still a little apprehensive, at least they stopped questioning it.

Ayumi clasped her hands together in front of her chest and whispered, "I hope President Hayashi can come soon..."

Lie.

Conan suddenly raised a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

His ears twitched slightly, and his expression turned serious in an instant.

The other three immediately shut their mouths and even stopped breathing.

Then they all heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from the corridor outside the fire escape.

It wasn't just two or three people, or even five or six; it was the footsteps of more than a dozen people!

Footsteps, the beams of flashlights sweeping across the walls, and rough, irritable conversations could be clearly heard through the iron gate of the fire escape!

"Those four brats are definitely still on the sixth floor! We stopped the elevator a long time ago, and the stairwells are blocked off. They can't escape!"

Another voice chimed in, "Seal off all entrances and exits! Search thoroughly! Don't overlook any corner where someone can hide!"

Another voice, filled with gritted teeth and hatred, broke in:

"Damn it, those four brats ruined our plans! If they hadn't caught us loading the cargo, we would have been out of there by now!"

A chorus of agreement rang out, accompanied by a few harsh curses: "Once we find them, we'll make them pay for meddling!"

The footsteps were getting closer.

The beam of the flashlight occasionally swept through the gap in the iron gate of the fire escape.

Conan, Mitsuhiko, Genta, and Ayumi huddled in the darkest corner of the fire escape stairwell, their backs pressed against the cold wall, barely daring to breathe.

Conan gestured with his eyes for everyone to stay still.

Ayumi and Mitsuhiko covered their mouths tightly, and Genta even put his hand in his mouth and bit it, afraid that he would make a sound.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly at that moment, each second feeling as if it had been stretched several times longer.

They could hear the robbers' footsteps moving back and forth in the corridor, and they could hear them ransacking drawers and kicking open every door.

The sounds were sometimes far away, sometimes near, like a knife hanging over their heads, ready to fall at any moment.

The hearts of all four children were in their throats.

Then, as luck would have it, Conan's cell phone vibrated again.

The vibration, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, made a small ripple in the eerily silent fire escape.

Conan frantically pulled out his phone and hung up, but it was too late.

A wary voice came from the corridor: "Wait, did you hear that?"

Another voice chimed in, "It sounds like a phone vibrating, coming from that direction!"

In an instant, the footsteps that had been searching in the distance all turned around and quickly approached the fire escape.

"Over there! Right in the fire escape!"

Conan, gripping his phone, was so angry he almost crushed it in his hand.

He lowered his voice and cursed into the phone, "President Lin!! Are you trying to get us killed?! Why are you calling at a time like this?!"

Lin Shen's voice came from the other end of the phone, his tone as calm as ever: "Don't worry, I'm already at the door."

He paused, then continued, "Excuse me, are you not by the window right now?"

Conan was taken aback by the question, but instinctively answered quickly, "No! We're far from the window!"

His voice was filled with barely suppressed anxiety, "But there's no time to talk about that! They're very close; they'll spot us in a dozen seconds at most!"

Lin Shen replied with a very relaxed "That's good," followed by a sentence that left Conan completely baffled:

"Don't worry, they won't have time to look for you later!"

Before Conan could ask what that sentence meant, a loud shattering sound of glass breaking came from the end of the corridor.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like a speeding truck crashing through an entire glass curtain wall.

Immediately afterward, a rocket trailing a plume of flame shot through the shattered window into the sixth-floor lobby, crashing to the ground with a deafening roar!

A massive shockwave, carrying debris and shards of glass, swept across the entire floor.

The robbers who were heading towards the fire escape were violently thrown back by the shockwave, their screams and cries mingling together!

Someone was pushed by the blast wave and knocked over a shelf.

Some people were cut and bleeding from their faces by flying shards of glass.

Some people were knocked to the ground by the shock and couldn't get up for a long time.

…………

Conan's ears were ringing from the loud noise.

He leaned against the wall of the fire escape and felt the whole building trembling slightly.

He stood there stunned for several seconds before slowly peeking half his head out from the crack in the fire escape door and looking out. The entire sixth-floor lobby was a mess.

A huge hole had been shattered in the glass curtain wall, and the night wind was howling in through the opening.

Broken glass shards and twisted metal shelves were scattered on the ground.

The dozen or so robbers who had been shouting menacingly that they would kill them were now lying on the ground.

Some were groaning in pain, some were rolling on the ground, and some were lying motionless, their fate unknown.

A wisp of smoke still lingered near the explosion site in the center of the hall, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder and burning.

Conan's mouth was wide open, and he completely forgot to close it.

He stared blankly at the chaotic scene.

Lin Shen has arrived.

The opponent fired an RPG directly from the ground towards the window on the sixth floor.

He knew Lin Shen was a formidable person.

But he really didn't expect it to be this fierce!

I use RPGs without hesitation, not even for a second.

This left Conan both shocked and relieved.

I was shocked by the other party's arrogance, but also glad that I had asked them for help.

If the police had come, those four would probably be long gone by now.