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

Upon hearing this question, Lin Shen didn't hesitate and nodded directly: "Yes, that's right, I did it."

"Mr. Smith, what do you want?"

Smith was clearly taken aback.

He originally thought Lin Shen would make some excuses and try to evade the issue.

But this guy did something else; he admitted to everything in one go.

He paused for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Mr. Lin, you're much more interesting than I imagined! I love dealing with straightforward people like you!"

He picked up the glass on the table and took a sip of water: "Then I'll be frank. Mr. Lin, you now have two choices."

He held up one finger. "The first path—work for us."

He held up a second finger. "The second way—death."

Lin Shen was not in a hurry to turn hostile.

He glanced at Smith's expression, but didn't rush to draw his gun or panic.

He asked curiously, "What does the first road help you with?"

Smith put down his cup, leaned forward, and said with a serious tone, "Tomizawa Tetsuji killed one of my CIA members, so I definitely have to get my revenge."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to give an explanation to my subordinates."

Lin Shen nodded and replied naturally, "I understand! If morale is low, the team will be difficult to lead."

Upon hearing this, Smith looked at Lin Shen with a hint of appreciation: "That's right, that's exactly what I mean."

"Therefore, I also want to eliminate a very important person close to Tomizawa Tetsuji."

Lin Shen asked, "Who?"

Smith answered crisply: "Tomizawa Yuzo."

Lin Shen raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing the name.

Kill Tomizawa Yuzo? That's exactly what he was planning!

After all, Ayako had already confided in him, and she liked him too. How could he betray Ayako's sincere feelings?

However, the Suzuki and Tomizawa families also had a political marriage.

Therefore, the best solution is to eliminate Tomizawa Yuzo!

He was planning to do this, but he didn't expect it to overlap with Smith's request, so what else is there to say?

Of course I'd say yes!

Lin Shen's mind raced, but he feigned a troubled expression and sighed, "Alright, no problem."

"Sigh... If I had known you were from the CIA, I would never have laid a hand on you!"

"It's all a misunderstanding!! A misunderstanding!!"

Smith smiled. "I believe you're telling the truth. Otherwise, we wouldn't have spared your life."

Lin Shen smiled and silently added in his heart: A way out? Who will leave a way out for whom is still uncertain!

Seeing that Lin Shen had agreed, Smith nodded in satisfaction: "However, let me make this clear beforehand: in order to prevent a repeat of what happened last time, Tomizawa Tetsuji has hired a professional team of bodyguards for himself."

"Not only him, but he also equipped Tomizawa Yuzo with the same setup to ensure that he, as the successor, was absolutely secure."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen quickly came to his senses.

That's it!

Smith's men, who were shot in the wrists and ankles by him last time, will never be as agile as before, even if their injuries heal.

To put it bluntly, he doesn't have many capable people left.

That's why Smith approached him, using threats to pull him into being used as a tool.

Lin Shen understood the relationship and stopped asking questions, saying directly, "Okay, I'll take this job. But you have to provide me with information."

Smith was prepared. He opened a drawer, took out a folder, placed it on the table, and pushed it over: "Tomizawa Yuzo will be holding his bachelor party tomorrow night at 10 p.m. in a banquet hall on the 42nd floor of the Sakura Hotel."

Lin Shen picked up the folder, casually flipped through it, and glanced at it. Inside were photos of Tomizawa Yuzo, his itinerary, and some basic information.

He closed the folder and asked, "If a few more unrelated people die, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Upon hearing this, Smith smiled and said, "Of course, no problem!"

He stood up and extended his hand to Lin Shen. "I'm waiting for your good news, Mr. Lin."

Lin Shen shook his hand with a friendly smile: "It's a pleasure working with you."

Smith then had Lin Shen escorted out of the embassy.

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The next evening, on the 42nd floor of the Sakura Hotel.

Yuzo Tomizawa's bachelor party was held as scheduled.

Rena Mizunashi was also present.

She's not here as a reporter.

Even if she filmed the party, no TV station would dare to broadcast it.

Her role tonight is that of a middleman!

It's a matchmaking service that connects wealthy people with celebrities who want to climb the social ladder.

She wore a black evening gown, held a wine glass, and walked through the tall crowd with a professional smile on her face, exchanging a few pleasantries with people from time to time.

A lot of people came to the party, but they were mostly friends of Yuzo Tomizawa, and these people were all second-generation rich kids.

And those celebrities also want to seize this opportunity to exchange for resources for themselves!

In short, the entire venue was filled with an atmosphere of extravagance and debauchery.

Rena Mizunashi walked up to Yuzo Tomizawa, smiled, and raised her glass: "Mr. Tomizawa, have a good time tonight."

"I'm staying in the room inside. If you need anything, come find me anytime."

At this moment, Tomizawa Yuzo was a completely different person from his usual cowardly self.

He was wearing a dark blue designer suit, his hair was slicked back, and he had a confident smile on his face. He was also holding a young model in his arms, and he looked very smug.

He smiled and said, "Thank you for your help, Ms. Mizunashi."

Then, he couldn't wait to release the model from his arms and began to look for female celebrities in the crowd.

Rena Mizunashi looked at him, her smile unchanged. She simply picked up her wine glass and turned to walk deeper into the corridor.

She pushed open a door and walked into a spacious suite, the door closing gently behind her.

The room was dimly lit, and several people were sitting on the sofa in various postures.

All the faces were familiar.

Vodka leaned back on the sofa, a can of beer in his hand, looking utterly bored.

He heard the door open, looked up at Rena Mizunashi, and said with a hint of impatience, "Hey Kir, are the CIA really going to retaliate?"

Rena Mizunashi placed her wine glass on the table and replied casually, "When it comes to intelligence, how can anything be 100% accurate?"

She sat down on a single sofa nearby, her posture composed.

Sitting on the other side, Vermouth's long blond hair stood out under the dim light, and a lazy smile played on her lips.

"Vodka, you've been by Gin's side for so many years, how come you have no patience at all? You only have the patience for one night?"

Vodka slammed down his beer can, annoyed. "It's not that I'm impatient! I just..."

He paused, as if trying to find a suitable reason, "I just feel it's a bit stupid for us to stay here and wait like idiots."

Vermouth chuckled softly, "What? If you don't want to wait, I can disguise you and let you go out and join the party so you can have some fun."

Vodka's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "That's a great idea! Vermouth, please!"

Vermouth laughed, a hint of mockery in her voice: "What? You really want to go out?"

Chianti and Cohen, sitting quietly in the corner, couldn't help but chuckle softly upon hearing the conversation.

Vodka's face turned black from their laughter, and just as he was about to explode, an unexpected incident occurred!

A burst of intense gunfire came from outside the window.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—" The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet night, like someone was firing in the corridor. The laughter in the room instantly disappeared.

Several people stood up almost simultaneously.

Vermouth's smile vanished completely, replaced by a focused expression: "Here we come."