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

With the CIA's help, Lin Shen didn't need to go through any complicated infiltration procedures this time.

He was dressed in a hotel waiter's uniform, with a staff badge hanging around his neck, and swaggered into the Sakura Hotel.

The ID was made to look exactly like the real thing... no, it was exactly the same as the real thing, because the CIA had the hotel register him as an official employee.

He left with such self-righteousness.

They didn't put much thought into the guns either.

Lin Shen couldn't help but sigh: "Having a large organization help with the work is so convenient."

After entering the 42nd floor through the staff entrance, he pushed a food cart and slowly walked towards the banquet hall.

We encountered several groups of bodyguards along the way; they were all professional-looking individuals dressed in black suits, with earphones clipped to their ears and alert eyes.

They stopped Lin Shen, carefully checked his employee ID, and looked him up and down several times to confirm that his identity was correct.

Then they inspected the food cart, opened the lid, and examined the food to confirm that no weapons were hidden inside.

Finally, he nodded and let him in.

Lin Shen maintained the humble smile befitting a waiter, but inwardly he was thinking: Go ahead and check, the guy who's going to kill you isn't on this food cart anyway.

After entering the banquet hall, he did not rush to make a move.

He pushed the food cart slowly along the wall, his gaze sweeping across the entire venue.

Wow, this party is pretty well done.

The lighting was dim and ambiguous, the music was soft and soothing, a buffet table was set up in the corner, and waiters carried drinks and moved among the crowd.

Most of the men were dressed in suits and wore various masks that covered the upper half of their faces, some with gold trim and others with feathers, making it look like a masquerade ball.

The women, all without masks, were glamorous and heavily made up, standing there like merchandise on display.

Lin Shen quickly realized that this was a scheme where the man chose the woman.

Women are the ones being chosen, and men are the ones making the choices.

That's why women don't wear masks, so that men can see their faces clearly.

This discovery gave Lin Shen a headache.

He couldn't recognize Tomizawa Yuzo; with so many masked men, who knew which one was the target?

If you mistake someone for someone else and alert them, allowing them to escape in the chaos, that would be a real problem.

He was frowning, trying to figure out how to solve the problem, when his gaze inadvertently swept over a man in the crowd who was laughing loudly.

That person wasn't wearing a mask; it was none other than Tomizawa Yuzo!

Lin Shen burst into laughter.

Goodness, everyone else is wearing a mask except him!

Don't be so eager to show off.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down; if you don't die, who will?

He no longer hesitated.

He stopped the food cart, took out a pistol from the system space, raised it, and aimed it at Tomizawa Yuzo's back.

Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger, the bodyguard moved.

These professional bodyguards reacted incredibly quickly.

Although they cannot see through everyone's thoughts, everyone's actions, expressions, and gazes are within their observation range.

As soon as Lin Shen stopped, he reached out his hand to a place he shouldn't have, his posture was clearly different from that of an ordinary waiter, and the bodyguards immediately noticed the abnormality.

Almost at the same time he raised his gun, his two bodyguards had already drawn their pistols from their waists.

Gunshots rang out.

It wasn't Lin Shen who fired the shot; the bodyguard fired first.

The bullet struck Lin Shen in the chest, causing him to sway slightly.

But he did not fall.

He didn't even stop.

His finger steadily pulled the trigger, and with a "bang," the bullet flew towards Tomizawa Yuzo.

However, those bodyguards were incredibly professional; some fired shots, while others pulled people away.

At the same time the gun went off, a bodyguard grabbed Tomizawa Yuzo's arm and yanked him aside.

The bullet grazed Tomizawa Yuzo's shoulder and struck the wall behind him.

Lin Shen clicked his tongue. This reaction speed was indeed beyond what ordinary people could match.

He fired several shots in succession, but the bodyguards worked together seamlessly, one providing cover and the other dragging him away, managing to keep Tomizawa Yuzo from even getting a scratch on his clothes.

"That's pretty good," Lin Shen thought to himself, but his hands didn't stop moving.

That's enough, I'll stop pretending.

Lin Shen threw away his pistol, flipped his hand, and pulled out a brick-sized piece of C4 explosive from his system space.

The bodyguards' pupils contracted sharply.

"Lie down!" someone shouted.

But it was too late.

Lin Shen threw the C4 explosive in the direction of Tomizawa Yuzo.

The explosives landed at the feet of Tomizawa Yuzo and his two bodyguards.

"boom--"

A deafening roar followed, and the flames of the explosion engulfed everything.

Tomizawa Yuzo, along with his two bodyguards, were blasted into twenty or thirty pieces, landing motionless on the ground.

Smoke and dust filled the air, debris flew everywhere, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

Some people screamed, some lay on the ground, and some ran frantically toward the door.

The remaining bodyguards looked at the mess on the ground, and then at the waiter who was still standing there, his clothes fluttering in the blast wave. Their expressions changed completely.

"You son of a bitch—" a bodyguard roared and fired his gun at Lin Shen.

The bullet struck Lin Shen in the chest, and his body swayed.

Then he stood up straight again.

The bullet hit his shoulder, and he just frowned.

The bullet hit him in the abdomen, and he even looked down at it.

The bodyguard's expression shifted from anger to disbelief. He stared at the man who had been shot countless times but was still standing, his pupils dilating violently.

"How could that be..." Lin Shen was too lazy to waste words with him.

With a wave of his hand, a shotgun appeared in his hand.

The bodyguard's eyes widened!

Where did this guy pull out that gun?!

Who can conjure weapons out of thin air like a magician?!

Lin Shen didn't give him time to think. He raised the shotgun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

With a muffled thud, a shotgun bullet struck the bodyguard in the chest, instantly tearing a hole in his expensive bulletproof vest.

The bodyguard was sent flying backward, crashed to the ground, and never got up again.

Lin Shen, holding a shotgun, began clearing the area.

His thinking was very clear.

Anyone who sees him today must not be allowed to live!

Leaving survivors is just creating trouble for yourself!

He stepped over the broken glass and bloodstains, pointing his gun at the people trying to escape, naming them one by one!

Someone ran towards the door and was shot down from behind.

Someone hid under the table. He walked over, ducked, and shot him dead.

He didn't hold back when someone screamed and cowered in a corner.

"Bang—" One.

"Bang—" Another one.

When he ran out of bullets, he reloaded and continued.

About ten minutes later, the room finally quieted down.

Lin Shen stood still and exhaled.

He looked around and confirmed that there were no living people.

But he remained cautious. He walked past each person who had fallen to the ground, checking them one by one, and firing a shot at anyone who was still breathing.

After confirming that everyone was completely dead, he put away his shotgun and began to check each room one by one.

His method was simple and brutal: he kicked the door open, rushed in with a gun, and sent any living person he saw on their way.

It requires no technical skill, but it's highly efficient.

He kicked open a door, and inside were two men hiding, huddled under the bed, trembling.

Lin Shen glanced down at the gun; two shots, clean and swift.

He went to the next room, pushed open the door, and checked it; no one was there.

We arrived at another room—the door was locked.

Lin Shen took a step back, raised his foot, and kicked hard.

The lock snapped open, and the door slammed open with a loud bang.

Lin Shen stepped inside with his shotgun, about to pull the trigger—but he stopped.

Vodka and Vermouth!

They stood there, each holding a gun, pointing it at the doorway.

His expression was wary, as if he was very nervous because of the continuous gunfire and explosions outside.

Following behind them were Chianti and Cohen, as well as Rena Mizunashi.

The muzzles of several men's guns were all pointed towards the doorway.

Lin Shen stopped what he was doing, holding the shotgun.

He lowered his gun, a hint of surprise in his voice: "Huh? What are you doing here?"

At the same time, the people in the room also saw his face clearly.

Vodka's tense body visibly relaxed, and he slowly lowered the gun in his hand: "It's you?"

Vermouth looked at Lin Shen, paused for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief!

She quickly put down her pistol and said, "I was terrified. I thought the CIA had really broken in."

She then glanced at Chianti, Cohen, and Rena Mizunashi, who were still foolishly holding their guns up, and quickly urged them, "Don't hold them up anymore, they're all on our side."