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

One night a few days later.

Mihua Wharf, 11 o'clock.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, blew in, and the containers were piled up like small black mountains.

The streetlights in the distance cast a dim yellow light, illuminating the empty concrete ground.

Lin Shen leaned against the door of a rented warehouse, a cigarette between his fingers. He took a couple of puffs and glanced at his watch.

It's almost time.

He didn't have to wait long before several car lights appeared in the distance, and a line of black luxury cars drove up.

The headlights stung his eyes, causing him to squint, and then the convoy slowly came to a stop.

The door of the middle car was opened from the outside, and Tetsuji Tomizawa got out.

He was wearing a dark overcoat and surrounded by six bodyguards, all of whom were vigilantly scanning their surroundings.

Tomizawa Tetsuji took a few steps, stood in front of Lin Shen, and smiled: "Hey President Lin, you're pretty quick. It's only been a few days, and the goods are all ready?"

He spoke casually, but there was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Clearly, he was a little skeptical.

After all, these are large weapons of the Gatling gun class, and very few of them are available on the market. Even if they were to go through the US military channels, it would be impossible to gather a hundred of them in just a few days.

He was afraid that Lin Shen might be planning a double-cross!

First, trick him into bringing money, then take the money and run away.

Lin Shen, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, chuckled: "Chairman, you underestimate the US military's operational capabilities."

"Those guys are much faster than you think when it comes to making money."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, pushed open the iron door of the warehouse, and went in first.

Tomizawa Tetsuji stood there for two or three seconds before taking a step to follow.

Several bodyguards beside him nervously followed him inside, their heavy footsteps echoing in the empty warehouse.

Tomizawa Tetsuji was more than ten steps behind, and his two bodyguards kept their hands on their waists, their guns never leaving their hands.

Lin Shen walked to the center of the warehouse and opened one of the long wooden crates.

Inside was a Gatling gun, its surface gleaming, the barrel neatly aligned.

The box next to it was full of ammunition, with bright yellow bullets piled up to the brim.

"Chairman, one hundred Gatling guns, plus matching ammunition. Have your men count them." Lin Shen said casually, as if showing the other party a batch of ordinary goods.

Tetsuji Tomizawa waved his hand: "Go, investigate them all."

Several bodyguards immediately stepped forward and began to open and inspect the boxes one by one.

I opened the box, checked the quantity, and then picked up a few bullets to examine them under the light to confirm that they were genuine.

After about five or six minutes, a bodyguard came back and whispered in Tomizawa Tetsuji's ear, "The quantity is correct, they are all genuine."

Tomizawa Tetsuji's tense expression finally relaxed, and he burst into laughter: "Brother Lin! You're really something!"

"To be honest, I was initially a little suspicious that you were using tricks, but I didn't expect you to actually manage to get it!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand behind him, "Someone, bring the money box here!"

A bodyguard approached carrying a large black money box.

Tomizawa Tetsuji took the box, patted it, and handed it to Lin Shen: "Cash on delivery. Brother Lin, would you like to check it?"

The bodyguard's expression changed as soon as he finished speaking.

He turned around abruptly, drew the pistol from his waist, and aimed it at Tomizawa Tetsuji.

Almost simultaneously, more than a dozen bodyguards drew their guns, pointing them at Tomizawa Tetsuji's other trusted bodyguards.

Another one points to Lin Shen.

The atmosphere in the warehouse suddenly felt like it had been choked.

Tomizawa Tetsuji's expression changed drastically, his voice filled with shock and anger: "What are you doing?!"

The bodyguard who led the defection remained expressionless, his tone unusually calm: "President, I'm sorry."

"The price offered by the CIA is much higher than what you're willing to pay."

Tetsuji Tomizawa's pupils contracted: "The CIA again?! Damn it!"

Ignoring his anger, the bodyguard picked up the walkie-talkie and said curtly, "We have the situation under control. You can come over now."

He had barely finished speaking when Lin Shen suddenly moved.

There was no warning.

He raised his right hand and pulled out a gun from somewhere. With a "bang," the bodyguard who had led the defection had a hole in his forehead.

The person didn't even react before falling backward.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Shen turned around and fired two more shots.

bang bang-

The other two bodyguards who betrayed them also fell.

The echoes of gunfire reverberated throughout the warehouse, and the smell of gunpowder suddenly filled the air.

The remaining bodyguards then realized what was happening and drew their guns to fire.

Gunshots exploded in the warehouse like popping beans, and bullets hit the shipping containers with sharp clanging sounds.

Lin Shen crouched down, hiding behind several wooden crates, and calmly changed a magazine close to the ground. Then he stood up and took down another one.

When the gunfire stopped, the warehouse was so quiet that only breathing could be heard.

Tomizawa Tetsuji squatted on the ground, his face showing a look of disbelief.

He was left with only five close confidants, who were still holding guns, pointing them at the motionless bodies on the ground.

Lin Shen straightened up, patted the corner of his clothes, and then reached out to remove a bullet stuck in the fabric.

He casually tossed the bullet on the ground, glanced at Tomizawa Tetsuji, and chuckled, "Chairman, something's fishy going on with your men."

Tomizawa Tetsuji's face was ashen, he was panting heavily, and he gritted his teeth: "Bastard...bastard! How dare you betray me!"

"I will never forgive them! I will slaughter their entire family!"

Lin Shen didn't respond to that, but instead tilted his head and looked towards the warehouse door: "We'll talk about these things after you're safely out. They're here now."

Outside the gate, several car headlights shone directly into the warehouse from a distance, and the sound of engines grew louder and louder.

Lin Shen strode to the side, picked up a Gatling gun with one hand, and casually tossed it to a bodyguard next to him: "Here you go."

The moment the bodyguard took the Gatling gun, he staggered and almost fell over!

This thing is much heavier than he imagined.

He glanced at Lin Shen with some shock.

Lin Shen lifted it up with one hand just now so easily.

Lin Shen picked up another Gatling gun, loaded the ammunition belt, and moved with the efficiency of a veteran who had been in the arms business for decades.

He casually grabbed a few bullet belts from the box and slung them over his shoulder.

Tetsuji Tomizawa finally snapped out of his daze and roared, "What are you all standing there for! Get the Gatling gun! Don't just stand there waiting to die!"

He took a deep breath and added menacingly, "Ten million yen for each person who gets back alive!"

These words were like a shot of adrenaline, and the eyes of those five confidants suddenly turned fierce.

They quickly put down their pistols, grabbed the Gatling guns from the wooden crate, and hurriedly loaded them with ammunition belts.

Tetsuji Tomizawa grabbed one for himself, cursing as he walked towards the warehouse door: "Damn it, the CIA, huh? They really think I'm easy to bully?"

Just as he was about to rush out, Lin Shen reached out and stopped him: "President, don't be in such a hurry to become a target."

As he spoke, he pulled at his collar, covering the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes visible.

Then, carrying the Gatling gun, he was the first to step out of the warehouse.

Several black cars had already stopped outside, and the people inside were opening the car doors to get out.

Without any hesitation, Lin Shen raised his gun and fired.

The Gatling gun's signature "whoosh" suddenly rang out, the barrel spun rapidly, and bullets poured out like a fiery serpent.

"Da da da da da da—"

The night was torn to pieces.

Before the first car door could be fully opened, the entire car was riddled with bullet holes.

Then, with a loud "boom," it exploded.

The firelight illuminated half the sky, and a wave of heat swept over us.

Tetsuji Tomizawa stood at the warehouse entrance, watching the car explode into a fireball in front of him, and froze for a second.

Immediately, the fear on his face was completely replaced by madness.

He roared and raised his Gatling gun, firing wildly at the remaining vehicles.

Five of his confidants rushed out, bullets gushing from the barrels of their guns, as if they were trying to unleash all the anger and fear they had inside.

The warehouse entrance was engulfed in flames.

Gunshots, explosions, shattering glass, and clanging metal mingled together, echoing throughout the entire Mihua Wharf.