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

The smoke from the shooting range hadn't completely cleared yet. Suzuki Tomoko clapped her hands, still feeling quite satisfied, and said to the bodyguard beside her, "Put it all away and put it in the storeroom."

The bodyguards responded and quickly led their men to move the remaining RPGs and ammunition into the warehouse, then locked the door.

Tomoko Suzuki glanced at Lin Shen and smiled, "President Lin, why don't you come inside and have a seat? You've come all this way, I can't let you leave without even having a cup of tea."

Lin Shen nodded: "Then I'll have to trouble you."

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After returning to the villa, Suzuki Tomoko first changed into a light-colored cotton and linen dress, which made her look much softer.

She walked into the living room, where Lin Shen was sitting on the sofa with a cup of brewed black tea in front of him.

She sat down opposite him, picked up her coffee, and instead of immediately discussing the shipment, sighed, "President Lin, something big has happened recently, have you heard?"

Lin Shen, holding his teacup, asked unhurriedly, "What important matter?"

Tomoko Suzuki put down her coffee cup, her voice tinged with lingering fear: "Chairman Tomizawa's youngest son, Yuzo Tomizawa, is dead."

Lin Shen raised his eyebrows slightly but did not speak.

Tomoko Suzuki continued, "On the night he threw his bachelor party, not a single person on the entire floor survived."

Her voice trailed off as she said this, "Even the people at the party weren't spared. They're all dead!!"

She pursed her lips. "My husband told me about it when he came back, and I'm still a little scared."

Lin Shen was certainly aware of this.

He not only knew that he was the one who personally destroyed that entire floor.

He even threw away the C4 at the time, how many people could possibly survive?

But he didn't reveal anything on his face; he simply frowned, feigning surprise: "Such a thing happened? Who did it? So cruel?"

Tomoko Suzuki gripped her coffee cup tightly, her tone resolute: "Who else could it be? It's definitely the CIA!"

She said angrily, "I can't think of anyone else who could do this besides them! They are warning Tetsuji Tomizawa."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't have been Yuzo Tomizawa who died, but Tetsuji Tomizawa himself."

Lin Shen continued, "So, Chairman Tomizawa is scared?"

Tomoko Suzuki smiled, a hint of disdain in her eyes: "Of course he's scared. We've tripled security recently."

Lin Shen nodded, as if he understood.

He paused for a moment before asking, "Then... about Ayako and Yuzo's marriage?"

Tomoko Suzuki waved her hand: "The person is dead, so the wedding is naturally canceled. We can't let Ayako marry a dead person, can we?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen felt a weight lifted from his heart.

He got involved in this matter in order to stop this political marriage.

Now that Tomizawa Yuzo is dead, Ayako's situation is naturally over.

He didn't show it, but simply nodded slightly, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Afterwards, the two chatted about everyday things.

Having finished their conversation, Lin Shen was about to get up and take his leave.

Suzuki Tomoko suddenly spoke up: "By the way, President Hayashi, I really like those RPGs."

Lin Shen was about to stand up when he heard this and paused.

Tomoko Suzuki looked at him earnestly, "That thing is good. Get me another hundred."

Lin Shen was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Madam, a hundred? Are you planning to wage a small-scale war?"

Tomoko Suzuki smiled, but her tone was serious: "I've figured things out about Yuzo Tomizawa."

"In this world, the only things you can truly rely on are the tools in your own hands."

"No matter how many bodyguards you have, if you encounter someone of the CIA's caliber, it's just a few more corpses."

"It's better to have enough resources of your own. Anyone who wants to mess with me will have to think twice."

Lin Shen understood after listening.

Tomoko Suzuki was terrified by the death of Yuzo Tomizawa.

The Tomizawa family was considered one of the top wealthy families in Tokyo, but what happened?

They were taken down just like that.

The CIA came knocking without a word and started reaping the benefits.

This made Tomoko Suzuki realize that, in the face of absolute force, wealthy people like them were no different from ordinary people.

No matter how much money you have, if someone fires a burst of bullets at you, you'll still be down.

She needs more weapons!

When that time really comes, I will have the ability to fight back.

"Don't worry about the price," Tomoko Suzuki said, raising her chin. "I'll charge you ten times the market price."

Lin Shen smiled and nodded: "Okay. But this is different from others; there's a large quantity, so it will take me some time to gather it all."

Tomoko Suzuki smiled with satisfaction: "No rush, President Hayashi, take your time. I trust your connections."

Lin Shen stood up: "Let's call it a day then. I'll have someone notify you when the goods arrive."

Tomoko Suzuki also stood up and personally escorted him to the door: "President Hayashi, take care on your way."

Lin Shen waved his hand, got into the small truck, and drove out of the Suzuki Manor.

He glanced at the manor gate receding into the distance through the rearview mirror, thinking to himself: Tomizawa Yuzo's death must have frightened this lady quite a bit.

One hundred RPGs, ten times the market price—this woman is truly terrified!

That's fine, the more afraid she is, the more profitable this deal will be.

Lin Shen tapped the steering wheel lightly twice, a slight smile playing on his lips.

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After leaving Suzuki Manor, Lin Shen turned the steering wheel and drove directly towards Tomizawa Manor.

He had already planned it out. He would offer Suzuki Tomoko the initial incentive, and then deliver the goods to whet her appetite.

The real big orders came from Tetsuji Tomizawa's side.

It's a waste not to make money off the rich.

Tomizawa Manor is completely different from when I last visited.

Four security guards stood at the entrance, wearing bulletproof vests and carrying guns at their waists. They all had stern faces and looked like they were about to draw their guns at any moment.

Lin Shen parked the car at the entrance, rolled down the window, and leaned out: "I have an appointment with your president."

The security guard didn't let them through immediately. Instead, he went over and carefully checked the reservation list before nodding and saying, "President Lin, please get out of the car and come in with us."

Lin Shen didn't argue with them. He opened the car door and signaled the people following behind to drive the truck inside.

He's actually happy when the other person is cautious while he's out and about!

This shows that Tetsuji Tomizawa is truly afraid now.

After entering the main building of the villa and passing through a metal detector, Lin Shen was thoroughly scanned from head to toe to confirm that he was not carrying any weapons before being led into the living room.

Tetsuji Tomizawa sat on the sofa with a cup of coffee that had gone cold in front of him.

His complexion was not good; his eyes were sunken, his lips were tightly pursed, and he looked gloomy and tired, as if he hadn't slept well for several days.

But as soon as he saw Lin Shen enter, he immediately stood up, his expression instantly changing to a smile, and quickly went to greet him: "President Lin! You've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Lin Shen shook hands with him and said with a smile, "President, I've kept you waiting."

"It's not that I'm deliberately delaying, it's just that this batch of goods is really hard to get."

As he spoke, he waved to the bodyguards behind him.

Several bodyguards worked together to carry the long wooden crate in, placed it in the center of the living room, and opened it.

A brand-new Gatling gun lay quietly inside, its barrel gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.

Tetsuji Tomizawa's eyes changed the moment he saw the Gatling gun.

He took two steps forward, eagerly reached out and grasped the gun, lifted it with one hand, weighed it in his hand, and his eyes gleamed: "Goodness... it's real."

Lin Shen walked over and patiently taught him how to hold the gun, how to grip the stock, and how to use the ammunition belt: "Just hold it against your shoulder like this and pull the trigger. It will vibrate a bit at first, but once you steady yourself, it will be fine."

As he spoke, he helped load the fully loaded ammunition belt onto the machine. "Chairman, how about we find a place to practice?"

Tetsuji Tomizawa shook his head, his voice carrying a hint of fierceness: "No need to find another place, this is fine!"

He picked up the Gatling gun, aimed it at the row of expensive-looking porcelain ornaments at one end of the living room, and pulled the trigger.

With a "whoosh," the gun barrel spun rapidly, and bullets poured out in a "rat-a-tat-tat" burst.

Porcelain shattered, glass shards flew, several large holes instantly appeared in the wall, and the carpet was covered with bullet casings.

At first, Tetsuji Tomizawa's arms trembled from the recoil and he was not used to it.

But he quickly regained his composure and began to move the gun barrel, spraying bullets at the antique vases, calligraphy and paintings by famous people, and crystal chandeliers in the living room that he had long disliked.

Soon nothing in the living room remained intact.

The ground was littered with debris and riddled with bullet holes, as if a small-scale war had taken place.

The gunfire only stopped when the ammunition belt was emptied.

Tetsuji Tomizawa put down the Gatling gun, panting heavily. The gloom and tension on his face seemed to have been completely taken away by the gunshots just now.

He let out a long breath, put down the gun in his hand, and his gaze turned colder than ever before: "With this stuff... I can avenge my son."

He turned to Lin Shen, his tone resolute and brooking no refusal, "President Lin! I'll pay ten times the price! Get me another hundred Gatling guns! And the matching ammunition!"

Upon hearing this number, Lin Shen raised an eyebrow slightly: "One hundred... President, are you planning something big?"

Tetsuji Tomizawa said coldly, "Of course. The CIA killed my son. If I don't retaliate, what will everyone in Tokyo think of me?"

"How can my Tomizawa family hold their heads high in the business world now?" Lin Shen looked at him with admiration. "You have guts. Chairman, you're a real man. I admire you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll get this batch of goods for you as soon as possible. Just give me some time."

Tetsuji Tomizawa nodded solemnly: "Alright! Then I'll leave it to President Hayashi."

Lin Shen bid farewell to Tomizawa Tetsuji and drove away from the villa.

This afternoon, Tomoko Suzuki placed an order with Tetsuji Tomizawa.

One side wanted 100 RPGs, and the other wanted 100 Gatling guns. Both sides offered ten times the price.

Both men were terrified after the CIA took action; one wanted to save his life, and the other wanted revenge.

But no matter what, he accepted the money with a clear conscience.

Lin Shen got into the truck, closed the door, started the engine, and smiled slightly: "These days, arms dealing is still incredibly profitable."