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

Vermouth drove her Hummer, looking left and right to observe the terrain while accelerating.

The engine roared.

She floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward, its tires screeching as they left a piercing trail on the ground.

Vermouth gripped the steering wheel, glancing at the rearview mirror. The base entrance was just ahead, not far away.

Just then, two Hummers suddenly rushed out from the side, one on the left and one on the right, like two ferocious beasts eyeing their prey.

Two figures leaned out from the roof of the car, holding American rifles, the muzzles already pointed in their direction.

Da da da—

Bullets swept through, hitting the car and sending sparks flying!

The car window rattled and cracked, the cracks spreading like a spider web.

Betty Vermouth was startled and almost instinctively swerved the steering wheel, causing the car to veer completely to the right.

But the sudden turn was too abrupt, and Lin Shen was just about to lean half his body out of the car window to retaliate.

As a result, a sudden sharp turn caused him to be thrown out by inertia!

Fortunately, he reacted quickly. When half of his body was thrown out of the window, he grabbed the window frame and spun around before slamming his back heavily against the passenger side door with a thud.

He was hanging on the outside of the car door like a flag, with both feet off the ground and only one hand gripping the window frame tightly.

The wind rushed into his mouth, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

He gritted his teeth, used his arm strength to laboriously climb back into the passenger seat, caught his breath, and glared at Vermouth with annoyance: "Couldn't you have at least said hello before turning?"

Vermouth stared straight ahead, annoyed. "You have to tell them!! They showed up out of nowhere!!"

As she spoke, she suddenly swerved the steering wheel to avoid a military vehicle that was coming from the side.

Lin Shen leaned out of the car window again, and a rifle appeared in his hand at some point. He opened fire on the Hummer chasing behind.

The bullet struck, shattering half of the Hummer's windshield.

As he fired, he shouted, "Next time you turn, shout first! Did you hear me?"

Vermouth shouted back, "Got it!!"

She had barely finished speaking when she caught a glimpse of a dark figure out of the corner of her eye.

An American soldier was crouching on the roof of a nearby building, a rocket launcher slung over his shoulder, pointing directly at them.

Her pupils contracted, and she jerked the steering wheel around, yelling, "RPG! Dodge!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the car swerved sharply into a 70-80 degree bend.

The rocket grazed the rear of the car and exploded with a bang, raining dirt and gravel onto the back of the vehicle.

Lin Shen wasn't so lucky this time.

He was thrown out of the passenger seat and crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several times before finally regaining his balance.

He was covered in dirt, and his forehead was scraped and burning.

When the surrounding American soldiers saw the man land, they immediately turned their guns to fire.

Lin Shen didn't give them a chance.

He lay on the ground and fired directly. The bullets swept across the area, and several soldiers in front of him fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opening, he scrambled to his feet, rushed to the back of Vermouth's Hummer, grabbed the frame with one hand, and slammed his fist on the side of the vehicle twice: "Drive!!"

Hearing the noise, Vermouth stepped on the gas, and the Hummer accelerated forward.

Lin Shen was pressed against the back of the vehicle, one hand gripping the frame tightly, the other holding a rifle and firing backwards!

However, the rifle's power was simply too weak.

It's fine for hitting people, but not for dealing with vehicles.

Lin Shen simply threw away the rifle in his hand, took out a grenade launcher from his system space, and held it with one hand.

He pulled the trigger on the Hummer that was chasing after him.

boom!

The grenade hit its target squarely, flipping the Hummer over, rolling twice, and exploding into a fireball.

But this is a US military base.

Just as one car exploded, two more cars appeared behind it, and further away, even more dark figures were approaching.

Too many people.

For the first time, Lin Shen truly experienced the power of sheer numbers!

He set up the grenade launcher and fired more than a dozen more rounds in succession, his arms aching and numb from the shock, but the pursuers continued relentlessly.

He gritted his teeth, knocked out another carload of people, and took advantage of the brief gap to climb back into the passenger seat.

He plopped down, letting out a long sigh: "Vermouth, what's your escape route?"

While dodging bullets, Vermouth replied irritably, "My plan is to sneak in quietly and leave quietly!!"

"You can't just swagger out and fight like that!!"

Lin Shen could tell that her words carried a clear complaint.

He smiled, not angry at all, but in a relaxed tone: "Don't be angry. What's done is done, there's no use regretting it now, the important thing is to think about how to solve it."

Vermouth sneered: "Now you know how to regret it—"

She had only spoken halfway when her gaze suddenly froze.

Ahead, a tank was blocking the middle of the road, its cannon barrel pointing directly in their direction.

The dark muzzle of the cannon was like a cold eye staring at its prey.

Vermouth felt a chill run down her spine and yelled, "Jump out of the car!!"

She kicked the car door open and lunged out.

She rolled several times on the ground, her shoulder hitting the ground, and the pain was excruciating.

She gritted her teeth and got up, but before she could even stand up straight, she heard a loud bang behind her—BOOM!

The Hummer was hit by a tank shell, and the entire vehicle exploded on the spot, with flames shooting into the sky and debris flying everywhere.

Vermouth stood there, staring at the ball of fire, completely stunned.

If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have been reduced to nothing by now.

Her hands and feet were cold, and she even forgot the pain.

Just then, a hand reached out from the side, grabbed her arm, and dragged her to the side.

Vermouth turned her head and saw Lin Shen.

His uniform was torn in several places, and his face was covered in black and red patches, but his eyes were still bright.

"Stop standing there, let's go!" He dragged her and quickly slipped into a nearby building.

The two leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

The sounds of an engine and footsteps could be heard in the distance outside the door, but no one came after them.

Lin Shen glanced at Vermouth and asked in a low voice, "Did you get what you wanted?"

Vermouth took a deep breath to calm herself, pulled the notebooks out of her pocket, and waved them in front of him: "Got them."

Lin Shen grinned: "That's good. We got the stuff and the person is still alive, so this trip wasn't a complete loss."

Vermouth glared at him: "Loss? You were the one fighting from beginning to end, of course you didn't lose out."

Lin Shen chuckled: "You can't say that. I've taken quite a few bullets myself, you know."

Vermouth, too lazy to argue with him, peeked out the window and said, "They should still be searching."

"We can't stay in this building for long."

Lin Shen wiped the dust off his face and slowly stood up. "Then I won't stay any longer. We've already got the stuff; there's no point in staying any longer!"

He paused, glanced outside, and said, "Let's go, find a way out."

He was about to rush outside when Vermouth pulled Lin Shen back, saying irritably, "Come back here!! You think you can fight your way out?"

"Let's use my method!!"

Lin Shen shrugged and said, "Fine, use your method!"

He was indeed tired from playing.

Although he can replenish his ammunition, health, and shield indefinitely, stamina remains a major issue.