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

The security team leader's car was speeding along the road when suddenly a team member's voice came through the walkie-talkie, urgent as if someone had stepped on his tail: "Team Leader! Team Leader!"

"The target has a Gatling gun! Repeat, the target has a Gatling gun! Watch out!! One of our vehicles has been wrecked!"

Upon hearing this, the security team leader's first reaction was not nervousness, but anger.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled into the other end, "Gatling gun? Are you bunch of bastards on drugs again?"

"How could that kidnapper possibly have such heavy weapons?"

"If he had a Gatling gun, would he have only demanded 300 million yen?"

"I absolutely have to get your blood tested when we get back!"

“…………”

He slammed the walkie-talkie onto the passenger seat, cursing, and yelled at the driver, "Speed ​​up and chase after them! I want to see what kind of 'speeding' they are..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Just after their car rounded a bend, their headlights illuminated the silhouette of the black Kuruma ahead.

At the same time, what was illuminated was the dark, metallic monster made up of six gun barrels, protruding from the hole in the back window.

At that moment, the gun barrel was pointed directly in their direction.

The security leader's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints!

Holy crap, it really is a Gatling gun?!

He tried to yell "brake," but it was too late.

The Gatling gun barrel began to spin, and then a burst of light erupted.

Dududududu.

The bullets swept over like a whirlwind, hitting the windshield.

The bulletproof glass, which was supposed to withstand rifle bullets, shattered after less than two seconds of continuous firing, with cracks instantly spreading across the entire glass like a spider web.

Immediately afterwards, the tire was hit, with two muffled thuds, and the car veered sharply to the left!

The driver had no time to steady the steering wheel, and the entire car slid out of control, crashing headfirst into the roadside guardrail with a screeching metallic scraping sound.

The airbag deployed with a bang, hitting the security leader in the face and making him see stars.

When he groggily looked up, he only saw the taillights of the black Kuruma car getting farther and farther away, disappearing into the bend at the end of the street.

He leaned against the deployed airbag, panting heavily, and after several seconds managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Damn... those kidnappers really did have a Gatling gun..."

Inside the skull-adorned carriage, Lin Shen retrieved the Gatling gun from the window frame; the barrel was still slightly steaming.

He sat in the back seat, feeling the afterglow of the previous volley of gunfire, with only one thought in his mind—it was awesome!

Really cool!

Whether in games or in real life, the thrill of suppressing enemy fire is irreplaceable.

When you have a weapon of this caliber in your hand, the confident look in the eyes of those so-called professional security guards turns into terror, and they scatter and flee like cockroaches.

That sense of control was amazing.

However, his only regret was that the security guards stopped chasing him.

The rearview mirror was empty; there wasn't a single car in sight.

That's not quite enough; he'd only just finished warming up.

Lin Shen glanced down at the system interface—good heavens, the police star rating had jumped to three stars!

But strangely, when he looked around, the streets were quiet; there were no police cars, not even a siren.

This is completely different from the game.

In the game, if you only have one star, the police will chase you like mad dogs, and none of them are afraid of dying.

Police officers in real life... are very afraid of losing their lives.

He'd been sweeping through several streets with his Gatling gun, but not a single police officer had shown up; they were probably all waiting for the SWAT team to arrive.

Lin Shen tossed the Gatling gun onto the seat next to him and patted the back of the seat in front of him: "Detective Mouri, there's a shopping mall parking lot up ahead, drive in."

Kogoro Mori nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling, "Okay, okay! I understand!"

He dared not ask any more questions, dared not say any more, and even dared not look at Lin Shen in the rearview mirror for more than a second.

The scene of Gatling gun fire just now had completely shattered his last remaining will to resist.

All he wants now is to get rid of this plague as soon as possible, and then go home and have a drink to calm his nerves!

The Kuruma made a turn and drove into a multi-story parking garage in a large shopping mall.

The parking lot was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of cement and car exhaust.

After making several turns, Kogoro Mouri found a parking space in the corner and parked.

He turned off the engine, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white, and he remained frozen in the driver's seat, not daring to breathe.

Lin Shen casually tossed the Gatling gun onto the back seat of the car.

Anyway, he didn't plan to keep the car.

He opened the car door, got out, walked to the trunk, opened it, and took out both money boxes.

One box contained 50 million yuan taken from President Gu, and the other box contained 300 million yuan taken from Sonoko.

He opened one of the boxes, casually pulled out several stacks of banknotes, about ten million, turned around and walked back to the driver's seat, throwing the stack of banknotes at Kogoro Mouri.

Kogoro Mouri was startled by the stack of money, paused for a moment, then waved his hands repeatedly as if he'd been burned: "No, no, no! I can't take this money! You, you can keep it for yourself!"

How could he dare accept the money? Accepting it would be tantamount to admitting he was an accomplice, wouldn't it?

"If you don't want it, just hand it over to the police," Lin Shen said calmly. "Get out of the car."

Kogoro Mori dared not say another word. Clutching the stack of money, he hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out.

His legs went weak, and standing on the concrete ground of the parking lot, he felt like he was floating.

"Alright, you can go now," Lin Shen said.

Kogoro Mouri felt as if he had been granted a pardon and turned to walk towards the escape route.

He walked quickly, almost jogging, but he dared not run too fast, afraid of making too much noise, afraid that a gunshot might suddenly ring out behind him.

His back was completely exposed, every inch of his skin tensely awaiting the possible bullet that might fly in.

Even after he stepped into the iron gate of the escape tunnel, there was still no sound behind him.

Kogoro Mouri leaned against the wall, panting heavily, and slid down the wall to sit on the ground, his clothes completely soaked through.

He survived.

He glanced down at the stack of banknotes in his arms, still smelling of ink, and couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart.

Fear? Relief? Or some other complex emotion that's hard to define?

Just then, a loud bang came from the direction of the parking lot, and the flames instantly illuminated the gap at the entrance of the escape route.

Kogoro Mouri's ears were ringing from the loud noise. He struggled to his feet, pushed open the door to the emergency exit, and peeked out.

The black Kuruma had turned into a huge fireball, thick smoke billowing upwards, and the flames illuminated the entire parking lot roof red.

Flames engulfed the car body, and of course, they also consumed the imposing Gatling gun in the back seat.

Kogoro Mouri stared at the ball of fire for several seconds, a pained expression on his face.

What a great car!

It just exploded like that!

And that Gatling gun!

That's the real thing!

It's gone just like that! What a pity!

But he quickly came to his senses and thought, "Damn it, what am I thinking?"

You're about to lose your life and you're still worried about your car?

He shook his head and was about to leave the parking lot when he heard a series of hurried footsteps.

Someone is coming.

Passersby, drawn by the sound of the explosion, gathered in twos and threes near the parking lot exit, peering inside with their heads sticking out their phones. Some even took out their phones to start filming.

Kogoro Mouri immediately came to his senses.

Clutching the stack of money, he quickly walked up to a middle-aged man who looked kind and asked to borrow his phone to call the police.