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

The gunfight in the side room quickly alerted the bodyguards outside.

First, the Suzuki family's bodyguards rushed in, followed closely by Tomizawa Tetsuji's own personal bodyguards.

The head of the Tomizawa family's bodyguards turned pale the moment he saw his chairman standing among a group of men in black lying on the ground.

He rushed up, bowed his head, and apologized, "President! I'm so sorry! It was our fault for not protecting you properly!"

Tetsuji Tomizawa glanced at him, his tone indifferent: "It's not your fault. It's normal that you couldn't defend against the CIA."

He waved his hand. "Take these guys away. I have some questions for them."

The bodyguard captain paused for a moment, then quickly nodded and ordered his men to drag the CIA agents off the ground and carry them out.

At that moment, Tomoko Suzuki also arrived.

She hurried over, glanced at the bloodstains and bullet holes on the ground, then at the unharmed Tomizawa Tetsuji, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "President Tomizawa! Are you alright? I'm so sorry... Thank goodness, President Hayashi arrived in time."

Tetsuji Tomizawa waved his hand: "Mrs. Suzuki, this has nothing to do with you. I know the CIA's capabilities perfectly well, so it's not your fault that we couldn't defend against them."

He pointed to the ground, "But I'm taking these guys with me."

Tomoko Suzuki nodded, then added in a low voice, "There's another one over in the study..."

Tomizawa Tetsuji understood her meaning. He gave her a look, and the bodyguard next to him immediately understood. He turned around and went to the study to bring over the CIA officer who had been beaten to death.

Tetsuji Tomizawa did not linger any longer.

He turned to face Lin Shen and bowed deeply: "President Lin, I will remember your kindness today."

"I'm going back now to take care of these things at hand."

"Let's have a proper drink another day."

Lin Shen nodded: "President Tomizawa, you're too kind. Take care on your journey."

Tetsuji Tomizawa straightened up, turned around, and strode away.

The bodyguards escorted the CIA personnel out in single file behind him.

The side hall quickly fell silent.

After watching Tomizawa Tetsuji leave, Suzuki Tomoko turned around and glanced at all the Suzuki family bodyguards present.

Her tone was as cold as ice: "No one is allowed to tell anyone what happened tonight."

"If I find out that even a single word of this information has leaked, all of you will be fired."

The bodyguards stood ramrod straight and replied in unison, "Understood!"

Tomoko Suzuki nodded in satisfaction and sent people to clean up the bloodstains and bullet holes on the ground.

Then, she turned to Lin Shen and Conan, her cold expression instantly melting away, replaced by a gentle one: "President Lin, and Conan, please come with me, let's go to the study to talk."

This time, she went to the private study next to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Compared to the grand and bustling study on the first floor, this place is much more private. Soft cushions are laid on the sofa, and exquisite tea sets are placed on the coffee table, creating a much more peaceful atmosphere.

After Lin Shen and Conan sat down on the sofa, Suzuki Tomoko personally poured each of them a cup of tea, handing it to them with both hands, her tone solemn and sincere: "Thanks to the two of you for today's events."

"Otherwise, President Tomizawa might really have been taken away by those people." Conan quickly waved his hand, "Don't mention it, Auntie! I just happened to see it!"

Looking at Conan's youthful face, Tomoko Suzuki felt a slight sense of admiration for the child; he was indeed a clever one.

Lin Shen took the teacup, took a sip, and said nothing more.

Conan, however, couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Auntie, why is Chairman Tomizawa being targeted by the CIA? What did he do?"

Tomoko Suzuki glanced at Conan, smiled, and said with a gentle look that came with maturity: "Conan... it's better if you don't know about things like this."

Upon hearing this, Conan felt an itch to get to her. But he also understood that Suzuki Tomoko wasn't going to say anything, and there was no point in pressing her for more information.

He could only obediently pick up his teacup and take a sip, pretending that he wasn't that curious.

Suzuki Tomoko then changed the subject, smiling as she looked at Lin Shen: "President Lin, I've heard that the coffee shop you own is quite good. If I have time sometime, I'd like to go and try it myself."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen immediately understood.

He didn't do this favor for nothing.

Tomoko Suzuki is returning the favor; she's starting to pay back what she owed.

He smiled and said, "You are welcome to visit anytime, Madam. The coffee beans in my shop are all imported from abroad and are of top quality."

Tomoko Suzuki smiled and said, "Then I'll start looking forward to it."

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After leaving the study, half of the lights in the hallway were off, and the entire villa became quiet.

Conan walked beside Lin Shen, his brows furrowed, one hand on his chin, his mind still replaying what had just happened.

Tetsuji Tomizawa, the CIA... There must be an unseen connection between them.

But where exactly does this line lead?

He thought about it for a long time, until his head ached, but he still couldn't figure it out.

He glanced at Lin Shen, who was strolling leisurely beside him, and suddenly remembered something: "President, why did you ask Aunt Suzuki for Chairman Tomizawa's phone number?"

Lin Shen glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said matter-of-factly, "Of course I should get a thank-you fee, otherwise, wouldn't all those bullets I took have been for nothing?"

Conan was stunned for a moment, then looked speechless: "You specifically asked for someone's phone number just to get money? You're being way too materialistic."

Lin Shen smiled and said, "What do you mean by reality? This is just a tip for my trouble!"

"It's late at night, I risked my life to save someone, so it's not unreasonable to ask for a small reward, is it?"

"Besides, if I don't have money... where would I get those guns?"

Conan pursed his lips, not wanting to banter with him. After a moment's thought, he steered the conversation back on track: "Then when you make the call, why don't you also find out why the CIA is making trouble for Chairman Tomizawa?"

There's definitely something going on here.

Lin Shen stopped and turned to look at him, a playful smile on his face: "Why are you such a gossip, you little brat?"

Conan chuckled: "I'm just curious."

Lin Shenmei didn't answer, but just yawned and waved her hand, "It's getting late, you should go back to your room and go to sleep, I'm sleepy too."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards his room.

Conan stood there, itching to get back to work.

He wanted Lin Shen to call Tomizawa Tetsuji right now and find out what was going on immediately, otherwise, with this problem weighing on his mind, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

But he opened his mouth, looked at Lin Shen's back, and ultimately didn't shout it out.

He sighed sullenly, patted his face, and muttered to himself, "Never mind, I'll go to sleep and talk about it tomorrow."

Then he turned around and walked dejectedly to his room.

Back in his room, he lay on the bed, tossing and turning, his mind filled with the words "CIA" and "Tetsuji Tomizawa".

The more he thought about it, the more awake he became, and the less he could sleep—wait, why is the CIA targeting him? Is he laundering money or selling weapons?

Or is it related to that multinational organization?

Conan's thoughts went deeper and deeper until almost 2 a.m., when he finally succumbed to sleepiness and drifted off to rest.