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

Upon hearing this, Conan's forehead veins bulged.

He quickly interrupted, "Okay, okay, I'll introduce you to them!"

"This isn't the time to talk about this! You've caused such a commotion, you almost blew the whole building up! The police are on their way! Can't we just leave?"

Seeing his anxious and hopping mad, Lin Shen smiled and didn't make things difficult for him any further. He put away his gun and nodded: "Alright, let's go. I'll take you home."

"It's so late, your family must be worried."

He waved to the four children, signaling them to follow him into the elevator.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed after Ayumi and the others.

Genta and Mitsuhiko followed behind Lin Shen, their eyes sparkling. The scene of Lin Shen flipping down from the top of the elevator and sweeping through the entire robber team with an assault rifle was deeply imprinted in their minds.

The way they look at Lin Shen now is like they're looking at a living, breathing superhero!

However, just as the group was about to walk towards the elevator door, one of the robbers on the ground, who had been "dead" before, suddenly moved.

His fingers twitched slightly, then he opened one eye and saw the little girl in the blue dress walking past him, so close he could reach out and grab her.

With his last ounce of strength, he suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed at Ayumi's ankle!

He wanted to take hostages!

Ayumi was completely unaware of anything amiss. She was looking up at Lin Shen's back, her little face full of admiration and happiness.

Just as the blood-stained hand was about to touch Ayumi's ankle, a muffled gunshot rang out.

flutter!

It was the sound of a pistol with a silencer.

The hand that was reaching for Ayumi stopped abruptly as if it had been electrocuted, and then fell limply to the ground.

The robber's head tilted to one side and he stopped moving completely.

Ayumi was startled by the gunshot that rang out so close to her. She stopped in her tracks and looked down to see a bloodstained hand standing less than five centimeters from her feet. Its owner was already completely lifeless.

She froze for a second, then her face turned deathly pale, and she seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

Only after realizing what had happened did she let out a small gasp and instinctively hid behind Lin Shen, tightly gripping the hem of his clothes with both hands.

The other three boys were also stunned.

They didn't even see when Lin Shen turned around, when he drew his gun, or when he fired. They only heard a soft sound, and then the robber was dead.

Conan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He subconsciously looked at Lin Shen, whose face showed no extra expression, as calm as if he had just casually stepped on an ant.

"I didn't want to appear so cold-hearted in front of the children," Lin Shen said calmly, putting away his gun. "But it seems I have no choice but to be a little ruthless."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his gun, ready to finish off the remaining robbers on the ground who were still panting slightly.

Seeing this, Conan snapped back to reality, rushed forward, and stood with his arms outstretched in front of Lin Shen, his voice tinged with a rare hint of panic:

"Wait a minute! President Lin! You can't do this!"

Lin Shen stopped and looked down at the little boy in front of him, who wore big glasses and had a stubborn look on his face.

He wasn't angry; instead, he smiled and said, "You're right, I really can't do that."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

He thought Lin Shen had finally had a change of heart and would at least stop killing people in front of the children.

However, the next second, Lin Shen pulled out four pistols from somewhere and distributed one to each of Ayumi, Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Conan.

"Come on, everyone take one, you guys do it yourselves!"

"A rare introductory class; you can't buy that anywhere else even if you pay money!"

Conan was dumbfounded.

Holding the metal pistol with its slide, Mitsuhiko's voice trembled: "Huh? I...we'll do it?"

Ayumi held the oversized pistol in both hands, her eyes wide with disbelief. "This...is this a joke? President Hayashi...I...I can't lift this..."

Genta was even more exaggerated, holding the gun in both hands, his legs were trembling, and his hands were shaking like a leaf: "I...I can't do it, I don't dare."

Conan was so angry he almost cursed on the spot. He lowered his voice and growled at Lin Shen, "President! This joke isn't funny at all!"

Lin Shen, carrying his gun, smiled unhurriedly, his tone carrying an air of self-righteousness: "I'm doing this for your own good."

"You four restless brats, you're either looking for trouble or on your way to looking for trouble."

"I can save you today, but what about when I'm not available? Who will save you then?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the four children: "So, in the end, you all have to rely on yourselves!"

"Aren't you called the 'Junior Detective Club'? You'll be going to be dealing with criminals from now on."

"Take advantage of this good opportunity to familiarize yourself with the game and practice your skills."

"I'm doing this for your future!"

Conan was so angry at this twisted logic that he almost exploded.

With a dark expression, he shoved his own phone back at Lin Shen: "We're the Junior Detective Club, not the Junior Killers Club! We don't kill people!"

Lin Shen shrugged, not forcing them, but only showing a slightly regretful expression:

"I don't necessarily want you to fire, but are you sure you don't want such a good opportunity?"

"Whoever dares to fire this shot can come to my shooting range for free from now on, as many times as they want. There are not only pistols over there, but also submachine guns."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his voice carrying a seductive, almost criminal allure, as if he were casting bait toward the three children.

Mitsuhiko's eyes lit up, and he almost reflexively asked, "Then...then do you have an AWM sniper rifle?"

Lin Shen nodded and said, "Yes. Brand new, equipped with a high-precision scope, with an effective range of one to two thousand meters."

"The click when you pull the latch is so crisp. Don't you want to try it?"

Mitsuhiko's breathing became noticeably rapid, and his mind began to automatically replay the image of himself holding an AWM and aiming it skillfully at the shooting range.

Genta couldn't hold back any longer. He rubbed his chubby hands together and stammered, "Then...then do you have a Gatling gun? You mean the kind that's really good at fighting zombies?"

Lin Shen smiled and nodded, his tone as steady as if he were reciting a product manual: "Yes, there is. Sixteen barrels, and a magazine for two hundred rounds!"

"When you pull the trigger, it spins like an electric fan. If you like, I can even adjust it so the muzzle emits blue light."

Genta's mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and a longing drool hung from the corner of his mouth.

Conan looked at his two friends and felt like a string in his head was about to snap.

He practically pounced on them, snatching the two pistols from Mitsuhiko and Genta, along with the one from Ayumi's hand, and shoving them all back into Lin Shen's hands.

Then he pushed the two "Junior Detectives" members, who were still lost in their fantasies about guns, toward the elevator.

He pushed them while urgently urging them, "Calm down! Think clearly!"

"Murder is illegal! Illegal possession of firearms is also illegal! Do you really want to be arrested by the police?!"

Mitsuhiko stumbled and fell as he was pushed, but he still managed to turn his head and ask, "But... the AWM is really cool..."

Genta chimed in with a regretful expression, "I haven't seen the Gatling gun emitting blue light yet..."

Conan was so angry his face turned green.

Lin Shen stood behind, watching Conan's flustered appearance, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He retrieved the four pistols, then turned around and finished off the remaining robbers on the ground, who were still panting slightly. His movements were swift and nonchalant, as if he were doing something completely ordinary.

After doing all this, he leisurely stepped into the elevator and pressed the close button.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and he looked down at the four children. Conan was staring at him warily, as if afraid that he would say something persuasive again.