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

Yukiko had just stepped out of Cafe 221B when two men in black suits pushed open the door and walked in.

Both men were quite tall and wore sunglasses. As soon as they entered, their eyes were fixed on Lin Shen behind the bar, and they walked straight toward him without stopping.

Lin Shen was sitting at the bar, holding a freshly poured cup of coffee. He slowly raised his head and glanced at the two uninvited guests.

One of them walked up to him and said expressionlessly, "President Lin, right? Please come with us."

His voice was icy cold, leaving no room for negotiation.

Lin Shen didn't rush to stand up. Instead, he picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and then asked unhurriedly, "What's the reason?"

The man did not speak.

He simply lifted his suit jacket, revealing the black pistol at his waist.

The holster gleamed coldly under the light, its meaning clear—no reason needed, you have to leave, whether you like it or not!

When Lin Shen saw the gun, the corners of his mouth actually curled up.

This is exactly what he's been waiting for!

The CIA has finally come knocking on our door.

He was worried that the other party wouldn't come, and then he would have waited for nothing.

Lin Shen finished the last sip of coffee in his cup, gently placed it back on the table, and turned to look at Mingmei standing to the side: "I have to go out for a bit."

"While I'm away, could you please keep an eye on the coffee shop?"

Mingmei nodded, without asking where he was going or how long he would be gone: "Okay, go ahead without worry."

Lin Shen stood up from the bar stool, straightened his shirt collar, and gestured with his chin towards the two men in suits: "Let's go."

The two men in suits exchanged a glance, clearly not expecting Lin Shen to be so cooperative, but they didn't say anything more and "led" Lin Shen out of the coffee shop, one on each side.

A black sedan was parked at the entrance, and the door was already open.

Lin Shen didn't stand on ceremony. He bent down and climbed into the back seat. The door closed, the engine roared, and the black sedan quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

Inside the coffee shop, Akemi stood behind the bar, watching the car drive away without a trace of worry on her face.

She had just seen the man in the suit pull out a pistol, but she didn't feel that Lin Shen was in any danger.

Lin Shen is not the kind of person who can be threatened by others!

He must have his reasons for following along.

As for what will happen after I go...

Mingmei thought about it and silently felt a little sorry for the two men in suits.

Just as she was about to tidy up the bar, the landline in the coffee shop suddenly rang.

Akemi walked over and answered the phone: "Hello, 221B Cafe."

A deep, steady male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is this Coffee Shop 221B?"

"I'm from the purchasing department of Suzuki Group. We'd like to order a batch of coffee gift cards, worth ten million yen, on a regular monthly basis."

Upon hearing this, Mingmei's eyes immediately lit up.

Gift cards are easy to give as gifts and easy to resell, making them a good tool for money laundering!

She immediately understood; this was the "big client" Lin Shen had mentioned that morning!

She quickly suppressed her excitement, maintaining a professional tone: "Okay, no problem. Could you please tell me the specific quantity and delivery method?"

The person on the other end of the phone gave some specific requirements, and Mingmei listened and took notes, repeatedly agreeing: "Okay, okay, I've written it down, and I'll arrange it for your company as soon as possible."

Before she could even feel happy after hanging up, the phone rang again.

"Hello, this is Cafe 221B."

This time, it was a voice that sounded like a middle-aged man: "Hello, I'm from the Tomizawa Group. Our chairman has instructed us to order a batch of coffee gift cards, worth ten million yen, to be ordered regularly every month."

Akemi couldn't hold back any longer, her face beaming with a smile: "Okay, okay, no problem! We'll arrange it!"

She answered another call, and after hanging up, she leaned against the bar, looking at the notebook in her hand filled with order information, so happy she almost spun around on the spot.

Two groups, with orders totaling 20 million yen each per month!!

Now I have much more money in my pocket!

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The black sedan drove through the streets of Tokyo, the scenery outside the window gradually changing from a bustling commercial district to a tree-lined avenue.

Lin Shen leaned back in the leather seat, his posture relaxed.

He glanced at the man in the suit next to him, who was staring straight ahead, expressionless, and with his back ramrod straight.

Lin Shen looked out the car window again. They hadn't handcuffed him, blindfolded him, or even put a blindfold on him.

He asked, somewhat curiously, "Why don't you blindfold me or something? Isn't that how it's always shown on TV?"

The man in the suit scoffed, his tone tinged with disdain: "There's no need for that."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen's first reaction was that these people intended to kill him outright!

So there's no need to keep it a secret, since the dead can't speak.

He didn't ask any more questions, but silently adjusted his plan in his mind.

The car continued driving for about twenty minutes, then slowed down and finally stopped in front of a heavy gate.

Lin Shen looked out the car window and froze.

A Stars and Stripes flag fluttered above the gate, and the guards standing at the entrance wore U.S. military uniforms. In the distance, a white building with a distinctly American architectural style could be seen.

Good guy.

The CIA's Tokyo station is actually located inside the US embassy!

No wonder that man in the suit was so arrogant just now, he didn't even need to cover his eyes!

They aren't worried about being seen at all, because this place is already America's "own territory"!

Lin Shen looked at the Stars and Stripes, and his doubts were resolved, but a new idea also emerged.

Since this is American territory, he doesn't need to be too polite in his next move.

The car stopped briefly at the entrance, the man in the suit showed his identification, the gate slowly opened, and the car drove into the embassy.

Lin Shen flexed his fingers in the back seat, his gaze sweeping over the buildings and people passing by outside the car window.

He silently planned in his mind that when the fight started, he would first have to take care of the guards at the door.

Then you need to find the monitoring room and destroy all the video recordings.

Then, he disposed of everyone who had seen him in person.

This is so troublesome...

Let's just blow this building up!

The fire burned everything clean, leaving no trace of the dead!

Thinking about this, he even smiled slightly, giving his plan a perfect score!

The vehicle stopped in front of a building.

The man in the suit got out of the car, opened the back door, and said in a completely emotionless tone, "Get out of the car."

Lin Shen didn't dawdle. He took a long stride, stepped out of the car, and after standing still, he leisurely straightened his collar.

The two men in suits led him into the building, one on each side.

The corridor was long and dimly lit, with a gray carpet on the floor that made almost no sound when you walked on it.

They turned several corners, passed several closed doors, and finally stopped in front of a door.

The man in the suit raised his hand and knocked on the door. A deep voice came from inside: "Come in."

The man in the suit pushed open the door, turned slightly to the side, and said respectfully, "Commander Smith, the person has been brought here."

Lin Shen walked in and glanced around.

The room was small and simply decorated, with a desk, a few chairs, an American flag, and a world map hanging on the wall.

Behind the desk sat a white man in his thirties.

His light brown hair was neatly combed, he wore a white shirt, his tie was perfectly tied, and he had a standard "diplomatic smile" on his face, looking like a civilian employee working normally in an embassy.

If you didn't know him well, no one would associate the man in front of you with the CIA's Tokyo station chief.

Smith nodded and waved to the two men in suits, signaling them to leave.

The two left and gently closed the door behind them.

The room fell silent, leaving only Lin Shen and Smith, who were sizing each other up across a desk.

Lin Shen noticed that Smith was not carrying a gun on his waist.

He didn't even get up.

She sat there in the chair, smiling, looking at Lin Shen with a scrutinizing gaze, as if she were appraising an interesting item.

"Lin Shen, President Lin, right?" Smith finally spoke, his voice calm with a slight American accent. "Please sit down, don't be shy."

Lin Shen pulled out a chair and sat down casually, leaning back against the chair and crossing his legs naturally. It was impossible to tell that he had been "invited" to cooperate with the investigation.

He looked back at Smith, his gaze calm, a faint smile even playing on his lips: "Mr. Smith, your way of hiring people is quite creative."

Smith didn't respond, but just smiled, then picked up a folder from the table, glanced at it, and said, "Lin Shen, from Tokyo."

"Owns his own café, and lately he's been getting quite close to Tetsuji Tomizawa... and he's even sabotaged our operation!"

Lin Shen said nonchalantly, "Yes, that's right, I did it! Mr. Smith, what do you want?"