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

Let's rewind a bit. Just before Lin Shen kicked open that door, the atmosphere in the room was already extremely tense.

Gunshots rang out one after another outside, interspersed with booming explosions, and the entire floor trembled slightly.

Vermouth leaned against the window, looking out through the gap in the curtains, her palms sweaty.

She was nervous!

Despite having been in the business for over twenty years, she was an assassin, not a soldier!

What are assassins good at?

Assassination, infiltration, hiding and stabbing you when you least expect it.

She had experienced similar direct confrontations before, but each experience made her realize one thing clearly... in a head-on fight, she was the one who would suffer.

Of the people present, Chianti and Cohen were snipers. When they were positioned on high ground and firing at targets 800 meters away, they were incredibly accurate.

However, in such narrow corridors and enclosed rooms, sniper rifles cannot be extended at all, and their combat effectiveness is directly halved.

Both Rena Mizunashi and she are intelligence operatives, skilled at gathering information and analyzing situations. In a direct confrontation, they would be at a disadvantage.

In other words, if the CIA really came, of the five of them, only Vodka could stand up to them head-on.

Even if Vodka is a formidable fighter, he's only one person, and two fists can't fight four hands.

Vermouth felt increasingly uneasy the more she thought about it.

So when the door was kicked open and a figure rushed in with a shotgun, only two words came to her mind: It's over.

But when she saw who it was, she froze for a moment, then relaxed like never before.

They're one of us!

Vermouth's heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled back into her stomach.

She let out a long sigh, put down the gun, and said with a sense of relief, "You really scared me to death... I thought it was the CIA breaking in."

Lin Shen, holding a shotgun, scanned the people in the room and was surprised.

Vodka, on the other hand, kept his gun pointed at Lin Shen, remaining vigilant!

Lin Shen found his wary expression somewhat amusing and asked, "What are you all doing here?"

Vermouth chimed in, "Kier got word that the CIA would be coming to retaliate against Tomizawa Yuzo tonight, so we came here to stake out the location."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Lin Shen from head to toe. "But what brings you here?"

Lin Shen told a little lie: "The CIA hired me!"

The room fell silent for a moment.

Vodka's eyes widened, and his voice suddenly rose: "What? You work for the CIA? You traitor!"

He was about to raise his gun as he spoke.

Just as Vodka's hand was halfway raised, Vermouth stepped forward and grabbed his hand:

"Vodka! Calm down, okay? Let's get this straight first!"

She lowered her voice, her tone tinged with anxiety: "Take a look at the broken pistol in your hand, and then look at the shotgun in that other person's hand."

"If you shoot someone, they might not die, but if they shoot you, how many holes will be in your body?"

Vodka paused for a moment, his gaze shifting between Vermouth's anxious face and Lin Shen's still-steaming shotgun.

He eventually backed down and put the gun down, but he was still defiant: "Hmph... if you don't give us an explanation, don't blame me for being impolite."

Lin Shen glanced at Vodka's cowardly yet pretentious demeanor and chuckled softly, "Oh, haven't seen you for a few days, so arrogant, Vodka?"

He said with a half-smile, "Do you believe that if I kill you all right now, the organization won't even be able to find out who did it?"

As he spoke, he flipped his free hand and pulled out a C4 bomb, weighing it in his palm.

The air in the room instantly froze.

Vermouth's face turned pale instantly.

She looked at the C4 sample and quickly said, "Calm down! Calm down, President Lin!"

She even changed how she addressed him, saying, "You know Vodka, he's never been very bright, don't take it to heart!"

She was genuinely panicked.

The man before us kills and sets fires as if it were commonplace, and he doesn't even blink an eye when he wipes out an entire family!

Vermouth had complete faith that the other party was capable of doing it!

If he really threw that C4 on the ground, none of them could even have their ashes put together.

Rena Mizunashi quickly chimed in, "Yeah, yeah! If you're upset, just kill him! We absolutely won't tell anyone!"

She said this without a moment's hesitation.

"You disloyal bastards," Chianti and Cohen had intended to say.

But looking at the C4, the words that were about to come out were changed to: "Yeah, yeah... you can go get the vodka by yourself, don't drag us into it."

Vodka trembled with rage and roared, "Bastard!"

"A bunch of bastards!!!"

"I knew it; not many people in this world have any sense of loyalty!"

Seeing this, Lin Shen couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Vodka, looks like you're not doing too well in the organization either. Are you that unpopular?"

Vodka tried to retort, but Vermouth had already pulled him behind her, not giving him a chance to speak again.

She dared not let this brute speak again; if he said a few more words, Lin Shen would get angry, and they would all be finished.

Vermouth quickly put on a smile and said in a gentle tone, "That's just how he is, he's not very bright, and he's good for nothing except being loyal!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he's a spoilsport!"

She quickly changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, how did you end up working for the CIA?"

Lin Shen replied matter-of-factly, "They're paying me to do things, is there a problem with that?"

"Would I be a fool not to make money?"

Vermouth was stunned for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

Because upon closer inspection... it doesn't seem to make any mistakes.

Who in the organization hasn't taken on side jobs?

The organization isn't issuing assassination missions. With that meager guaranteed salary, it's hard to live like a human being in Tokyo!

Everyone takes on side jobs in private; it's an open secret.

Rena Mizunashi continued, "Ah, I see!"

Her tone was understanding. "But you can't blame the president... He didn't know that Tomizawa Yuzo had connections with the organization, right?"

Chianti nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yes... If we hadn't received the intelligence today, we wouldn't have known about this connection."

Cohen didn't say anything, he just nodded.

Vermouth quickly concluded, "So it was all a misunderstanding. We're all in the same boat."

Lin Shen twirled the C4 in his hand twice, then looked leisurely at the vodka: "What if... the organization blames us for this?"

He tossed the C4 in his hand again, as if considering whether to simply kill him.

Vermouth's heart was pounding in her throat.

She assured him repeatedly, "Don't worry! Nothing will happen! Tomizawa Tetsuji has more than one son!"

Rena Mizunashi quickly added, "That's right! One Yuzo died, but aren't there still Taichi Tomizawa and Tatsuji Tomizawa?"

"As long as I can inherit the family fortune and maintain cooperation with the organization, there won't be any problems!"

Lin Shen listened, seemed to think for a moment, and then smiled: "Alright, I'll trust you this once."

He put the C4 away, waved towards the door, and said, "Let's go."

"Remember this for the future: assassins should do what assassins do. This kind of bodyguard work is not suitable for you. Don't take it next time."

Vermouth and the others were as if they had been granted a pardon!

Vermouth forced a smile: "You're right! We absolutely won't take on any more missions like this next time."

As she spoke, she walked towards the door, saying, "You can take your time cleaning up the mess; we'll be leaving now."

Rena followed him out, and turned back at the door to add, "Don't worry about the surveillance footage, I'll delete it later."

Chianti, Cohen, and Vodka didn't say a word, and quickly followed him out with their heads down.

They may be arrogant, but arrogance doesn't mean they're brainless.

They wouldn't dare mess with someone who might pull out C4 and blow it up at any time.

Lin Shen watched them disappear one by one at the end of the corridor before turning his gaze away.

He tossed it casually. C4 landed in the center of the room.

He turned and walked away slowly.

A loud explosion came from behind—"Boom!"

The entire room was turned into a fireball in the explosion, and the shockwave lifted a corner of the carpet in the corridor.

In the distance, Vermouth and the others hadn't gone far when the sound of the explosion behind them made them quicken their pace.

The group walked quickly, without looking back, as if a ghost was chasing them.

As he ran, Vodka cursed inwardly: "Madman."

This guy is insane!!

I won't argue with a madman!