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

The streets were quiet late at night. Lin Shen drove through the city center and finally stopped in front of a luxury apartment building.

The reason Tomizawa Tetsuji had Hayashi Shen drive here was because he was frightened by the traitor incident.

He would rather stay at his lover's place than go back to Fuze Manor, fearing he'd get stuck in traffic.

He grimaced as he unbuckled his seatbelt, then turned around, his tone earnest: "Brother Lin, thank you very much for tonight!"

"Don't worry, not a penny will be missing."

"I'll transfer the money to you under the guise of ordering coffee, and I'll clean it up so that there won't be any trace of it."

Lin Shen smiled and nodded: "You're too kind, President."

Tomizawa Tetsuji didn't say anything more, got out of the car, and quickly walked into the lobby.

Lin Shen watched his figure disappear behind the glass door before stepping on the gas and driving away.

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A few days later, one afternoon, two large gray trucks drove slowly, one after the other, to the entrance of the Suzuki Estate.

This time, Lin Shen learned from his previous mistake and did not contact him in advance.

He also harbored distrust towards the Suzuki family.

He arranged for someone to go directly to the entrance of the Suzuki Manor before allowing Suzuki Tomoko to open the door.

A few minutes later, the manor gates slowly opened.

Two trucks, led by security guards, slowly drove into the manor and headed towards the back of the mountain.

Tomoko Suzuki then took a car and went over.

She didn't expect Lin Shen to be so direct this time, without saying hello or using any secret signals, and just bringing the goods to her doorstep.

She was speechless, but she could understand to some extent.

She had already heard about what happened to Tomizawa Tetsuji at the dock that night.

CIA, explosions, tanks... the news spread throughout the industry overnight.

When we arrived at the back of the mountain, the two trucks were already parked.

The driver was jumping out of the car when Lin Shen also got out and leaned against the rearview mirror.

Seeing Suzuki Tomoko approaching, he raised his hand in greeting: "Madam, I didn't say anything beforehand to avoid any leaks."

Tomoko Suzuki nodded: "I know."

Without asking any further questions, she arranged for the two unimportant drivers to leave, and then gave a wink to the bodyguard beside her.

Several trusted bodyguards immediately stepped forward and opened the truck's cargo door.

Inside, a row of wooden crates were neatly stacked.

The bodyguards deftly opened the first wooden crate, inside which was a brand-new RPG rocket launcher, the oil paper still freshly torn off.

Then open the box next to it—a row of bright yellow rockets, stacked as neatly as cans.

The bodyguards began to take inventory.

They counted it once, then again, and then one of them walked back to Tomoko Suzuki's side and reported in a low voice: "Madam, one hundred RPGs, and the corresponding amount of ammunition is also correct."

Tomoko Suzuki smiled with satisfaction: "President Hayashi, I really trust you to get things done."

Lin Shen smiled and said, "I'm glad that Madam is satisfied."

Without lingering, Suzuki Tomoko immediately ordered her trusted aides, "Move it all out, put it in storage. Be quick."

The bodyguards immediately sprang into action, unloading the wooden crates from the two trucks one by one and transporting them to the warehouse deep within the manor.

The entire process, from inventory to completion of transport, took less than forty minutes.

After receiving the goods, Tomoko Suzuki turned to each of the drivers and handed them an envelope: "Thank you for your hard work."

The drivers waved their hands repeatedly, indicating that they didn't need to be polite. They got into their cars, started the engines, and drove out of the manor along the same route they had come from.

Lin Shen also walked to the car door, ready to get in.

At that moment, Tomoko Suzuki called out to him, "President Hayashi."

Lin Shen turned around.

Tomoko Suzuki took two steps closer: "Regarding the payment, the usual procedure applies; we'll proceed under the name of coffee."

Lin Shen nodded: "Madam can make the arrangements."

After saying that, he opened the car door, got in, waved to Tomoko Suzuki, and the car slowly drove out of the manor gate.

Suzuki Tomoko stood there, watching the car disappear into the distance, before turning around and walking towards the warehouse.

The tension in her heart finally eased.

With this shipment in hand, let alone the CIA, even if someone drives an armored vehicle to her manor and causes trouble, she has the confidence to fight back!

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Inside Cafe 221B.

Akemi sat behind the bar, with two newly confirmed orders on the tablet in front of her—one from the Suzuki Group and the other from the Tomizawa Group.

She stared at the string of numbers, rubbed her eyes, looked at it again, and then jumped up from her chair: "President!! You really did it!! These two huge orders are enough to feed us for ten years!"

Her voice trembled with excitement, and she almost dropped the tablet in her hand.

Eri Kisaki sat down next to him, picked up her coffee cup, and slowly took a sip. She was much calmer than Akemi: "This one coffee shop alone isn't enough."

"We need to strike while the iron is hot and open more branches in Tokyo to expand our money laundering channels. However, opening branches is still too slow."

She put down her cup, her gaze sharp as an actuary's. "It would be best to get Yukiko up and running the talent agency as soon as possible."

"Entertainment agencies have large cash flows and fast money laundering. With a little manipulation, it's much more efficient than laundering money in a coffee shop."

Lin Shen sat on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed.

Hearing this, he didn't open his eyes, but casually replied, "Okay, you guys arrange these. I'll provide the money, you provide the labor, let's work together."

Without wasting any words, Eri Kisaki put down her coffee cup, picked up her briefcase, and walked out: "Then I'll go find Yukiko now and get the framework of the agency company set up first."

"This matter cannot be delayed; the sooner it is addressed, the better."

She pushed open the glass door, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor, and quickly disappeared around the street corner.

Lin Shen watched her leave and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After being busy for so many days, I can finally take a break.

He leaned back on the sofa, put his legs up on the coffee table, and sank into the sofa.

They've certainly been quite high-profile lately.

Several CIA vehicles died at the Beika Wharf in one night. When the news got out, the entire Tokyo underworld trembled.

Although he wasn't afraid of the CIA causing trouble again, there was no need to make things difficult for himself.

You should keep a low profile when you need to, and wait until the storm has passed before making a big fuss.

He was just about to close his eyes and take a nap when the glass door of the coffee shop was suddenly pushed open.

Conan came running in, panting: "President Lin!"

He went straight to Lin Shen as soon as he entered, his tone revealing his curiosity: "President Lin, you've heard about the big incident that happened at Mihua Wharf a few days ago?"

Lin Shen feigned ignorance: "Huh? What's the big deal? I've been sleeping in the shop lately and haven't gone out much."

Conan stared at him, clearly not believing a word he said: "I heard that Gatling guns, RPGs, and even tanks were used on site."

Lin Shen feigned surprise: "Tanks? Really? Where did you hear that?"

Conan: "That's what they said on the news!"

Lin Shen: "You believe what they say in the news? That thing is probably just some director making a movie."

Conan: "..."

Conan persisted and asked a few more questions, but Lin Shen insisted that he didn't know.

He couldn't just point his finger at the other person and say, "You must have done this," since there was no evidence.

Lin Shen refused to admit it, and there was nothing he could do.

Just as the two were sitting awkwardly, Conan's phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID; it was Ayumi.

He answered the phone, but before he could speak, Ayumi's tearful voice came from the other end: "Conan! Something terrible has happened! We...we've killed someone!"

Conan's expression hardened: "What?! Where are you?"

Ayumi, her voice trembling with tears, said haltingly, "The...museum! The Beika Library! We really didn't mean to..."

Conan frowned deeply: "Don't move! I'm coming right now!"

He hung up the phone, jumped off the chair, and rushed towards the door.

Lin Shen's curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to go and see.

He walked up behind Conan in a few steps, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and said, "Little kid, why are you running so fast? I'll take you home."

Conan hesitated for a moment, then glanced back at Lin Shen, but didn't refuse: "Then hurry up! They said they're at the art museum!"