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

The sea shimmered, and the sun warmed everyone.

Lin Shen leaned against the railing at the bow of the boat, holding a fishing rod in his hand. The line was cast far out, and the float swayed gently on the sea.

To be honest, he didn't have much patience for fishing, but fortunately, his companion, Tetsuji Tomizawa, was also a talkative person, and the two chatted casually, so it wasn't boring.

Tetsuji Tomizawa took a sip of champagne and casually asked, "What sports does President Hayashi usually enjoy? Golf? Tennis?"

Lin Shen honestly replied, "Shoot."

Tetsuji Tomizawa was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing: "I see! That move last night was really impressive!"

"Facing so many CIA agents, every shot accurately hit their wrists and ankles, rendering them incapable of fighting without killing them."

"This marksmanship isn't something you can learn in just a few years."

Lin Shen smiled, his tone casual: "If the situation hadn't been so sudden, I wouldn't have been holding a pistol."

Tetsuji Tomizawa asked curiously, "What's that?"

Lin Shen answered matter-of-factly, "Gatling gun."

Tetsuji Tomizawa paused for a second, then burst into laughter: "President Hayashi, you really love to joke!"

Lin Shen chuckled a few times: "President, I'm really not joking. I'll send you a couple of rounds to play with another day, and I'll also give you 10,000 bullets. I guarantee you'll have a blast."

Tetsuji Tomizawa's smile slowly froze.

He looked at Lin Shen, and seeing his serious expression, which didn't seem like he was joking, he lowered his voice a few decibels: "Brother Lin... can you really get your hands on a Gatling gun?"

Lin Shen nodded: "Of course. I have a friend who serves in the U.S. military base in Okinawa; he has a lot of connections."

Upon hearing this, Tetsuji Tomizawa's eyes lit up immediately.

His mind was already racing, calculating everything: Gatling gun!

Those are legitimate military weapons!

If we really had that thing, we wouldn't be afraid of the CIA, let alone an armed squad.

He wished he could pat Lin Shen on the shoulder right now and say, "Give me twenty or thirty of them."

But being an old hand at the game, he couldn't tell if Lin Shen was telling the truth or just bragging.

He suppressed his excitement, forced a smile, and tentatively asked, "Really?"

"I really can't wait to try it out. I've heard that the Gatling gun has a lot of recoil, I wonder if that's true."

Lin Shen nodded, as if he had opened a floodgate: "The recoil is indeed strong, especially when you're shooting with your waist against the ground, it's impossible to stay steady."

"I tried a few times, but I couldn't control it at all. The accuracy was almost nonexistent, and I could only cover a small area by sweeping the fire."

"But that's enough. We have plenty of bullets anyway; a few quick sweeps will wipe out a whole bunch."

As he spoke, he gestured as if recalling some real-world combat scenario.

The more Tomizawa Tetsuji listened, the brighter his eyes became.

Lin Shen's descriptions were incredibly detailed, mentioning things like bracing the gun at the waist, bullet coverage, and how accuracy depended entirely on luck.

This is something only someone who has actually used a Gatling gun could say.

Having witnessed this man's marksmanship firsthand last night, and piecing together those words, Tomizawa Tetsuji conjured up an image in his mind: Lin Shen holding a six-barreled Gatling gun, the barrel spinning wildly, cartridge cases raining off like raindrops, and a sea of ​​fire in front of him.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, put down his fishing rod, and looked earnestly at Lin Shen: "Brother Lin, if you can really get your hands on one, then I'd like to buy a few more for self-defense!"

He sighed, a genuine worry on his face. "You know, the CIA has been keeping an eye on me lately."

"They were able to storm the villa and arrest people last night, who knows if they'll shoot me in the street tomorrow?"

"I have to be more careful."

Lin Shen looked at him and nodded silently in his heart.

This old man is quite savvy; he knows that money isn't an issue when danger is involved.

He nodded: "Okay, I'll contact them for you when we get back and see how tight the checks are over there lately."

Upon hearing this, Tomizawa Tetsuji's face relaxed, and he patted Lin Shen on the shoulder, saying in a hearty tone, "Then I'll leave it to you, Brother Lin!"

"Feel free to name your price, money's no object!"

Lin Shen smiled and nodded, silently calculating in his mind how much a Gatling gun costs.

He wasn't really sure either; he needed to ask around.

Even though I have zero cost, I can't just arbitrarily set market prices!

Of course, he would never say such a thing.

He picked up his champagne, took a sip, watched the buoy on the sea surface bob slightly, and slowly added, "President, the fish has taken the bait."

Tomizawa Tetsuji looked down and, sure enough, the float suddenly sank.

He quickly stopped laughing, grabbed the fishing rod, and began reeling in the line with renewed vigor.

Just as the two were chatting, a bodyguard quickly walked over and said, "President, they've arrived."

Upon hearing this, Tetsuji Tomizawa smiled slightly.

He put down his fishing rod, stood up, and patted Lin Shen on the shoulder: "Brother Lin, the party's about to start! Get ready!"

Lin Shen paused for a moment, then put down his fishing rod: "A party? What party?"

Tetsuji Tomizawa pointed to the distance.

A huge luxury yacht had appeared on the sea at some point and was slowly sailing towards us.

The yacht was a size larger than the one they were on, its white hull gleaming in the sunlight, and several figures could be vaguely seen moving about on the deck.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Shen realized that all the swaying figures were women, dressed in bikinis, walking around on the deck.

Some were chatting, some were sunbathing, and some were standing there smiling with wine glasses in their hands.

Lin Shen turned his head and glanced at Tomizawa Tetsuji.

Tetsuji Tomizawa wore a knowing smile that men often share.

Although Lin Shen had never seen that smile before, he immediately understood what it meant.

He asked curiously, "President, who are the people at the top?"

Tetsuji Tomizawa smiled and said, "That ship is full of female idols, actresses, and some models that I specially invited."

"Don't worry, I had each one carefully selected; they're all spotless and guaranteed to be flawless!"

"Go ahead and have fun!"

Lin Shen blinked, glanced at the figures on the yacht, then looked back at Tomizawa Tetsuji: "Are they all women?"

Tomizawa Tetsuji nodded naturally: "Yes, they're all women."

"After we get there, everyone else will disembark."

"You're the only man here. Do you understand what I mean?"

Lin Shen was stunned for a long time.

Good grief, looking at Tomizawa Tetsuji's smug expression...

Wow, is this what happiness is for the rich?

He said, "No, you..."

I find it a little funny, but I don't know what to say.

He'd lived two lives, and this was the first time he'd been assigned something like this.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to call it a blessing or a shock.