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

Lin Shen returned to his hotel room, draped his coat over the back of a chair, and collapsed onto the bed.

He stared at the ceiling, exhaled, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

That feels so good!!

My mind is clear now!

That damn base, it's been giving him a hard time since last night, and now look what happened, it's gone!!!

He turned over, pulled the blanket over himself, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep within seconds.

In the next room, Xiaolan was still excitedly scrolling through videos on her phone.

Although the footage was full of fire and black smoke, lacking any beautiful fireworks colors, she watched it several times, muttering, "The picture isn't clear... I need to bring a camera next time!!"

Eri Kisaki sat on the edge of the bed, without changing her clothes.

She leaned against the headboard, holding her phone with a map app on the screen.

She zoomed in on the map, looked at the location, then zoomed out again, and then zoomed in again.

She confirmed that she wasn't mistaken; that direction was indeed Kadena Air Base.

She put down her phone, looked at the pitch-black night sky outside the window, and suddenly felt that this President Lin was truly unfathomable.

She remained silent for a long time before finally lying down and closing her eyes, but she didn't fall asleep as quickly as Lin Shen.

The US military is in an uproar.

The entire Kadena Air Base was still belching black smoke, and the fire had spread to the surrounding bushes. Fire trucks were shuttling back and forth through the ruins, but it was no use at all.

The craters on the runway were bigger than cars, more than a dozen fighter jets in the hangar were all destroyed, and there wasn't even a single intact wall to be found in the command center.

The base commander stood in a makeshift tent, facing a group of staff officers who had lived outside and narrowly escaped the attack. All of them had faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

The commander slammed his hand on the folding table: "What's going on! What on earth is going on!?"

An intelligence officer, forcing a smile, replied, "Sir...we're investigating..."

The commander roared back, "Investigate? Tell me what you're investigating! It's been three hours, and there's nothing on the radar!"

The intelligence officer swallowed hard: "The missile came from the sea, but... we didn't detect any radar signals from any warships."

The commander stared at him: "You mean, these missiles just flew in out of thin air?"

The intelligence officer lowered his head, not daring to respond.

Another officer chimed in, "Could it be a submarine?"

The commander sneered, "A submarine? A submarine capable of firing dozens of cruise missiles simultaneously? You think it's your bathwater?"

The tent was silent for a few seconds; no one dared to utter a sound.

The commander took a deep breath, trying to calm himself: "Where are the satellites? Have you adjusted the satellite imagery?"

A technician nearby immediately opened his laptop: "It's been received, sir. When the missiles were launched, approximately thirty launch sites appeared on the sea surface."

The commander quickly approached: "Where is it? Which country's warship is it?"

The technician zoomed in on the image, but all he could see on the screen was a blurry white dot. Those dots disappeared quickly after the missiles were launched.

No ships could be seen on the screen anymore. The commander's face was ashen: "That's it?"

The technician nodded: "That's...that's it."

The tent fell silent once again.

A group of high-ranking military officers from one of the world’s most powerful militaries sat around a laptop, looking at each other speechlessly.

Finally, the US issued an international notification overnight, with an extremely serious tone: "We strongly condemn the missile attack on Kadena Air Base by an unknown force and sternly warn the perpetrator to immediately cease all hostile actions, or face full consequences!"

Seeing that no one paid attention, they angrily added another comment: "Dare to do it but not admit it? If you're a man, stand up and admit it!"

Of course, no one replied.

This international notification disappeared without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.

The Black Organization, too, didn't sleep all night.

In the secret room of the organization's base, Rum sat behind his desk, looking at the overwhelming news reports on the screen, his brows furrowed.

He sensed something was wrong.

They originally just wanted to find out who sold 100 Gatling guns to Tetsuji Tomizawa, but as they were investigating, the US military base was bombed.

This is no longer a minor skirmish; it's threatening to cause an uproar.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang five times before Vermouth answered, her voice slightly hoarse: "Feed..."

Rum cut to the chase: "Have you seen the news?"

Vermouth paused for a moment: "I just saw it."

Rum asked, "Don't you think this has anything to do with you?"

Vermouth's heart skipped a beat, but her tone remained calm: "What could it possibly mean?"

"I went to Kadena Air Base that day just to check the books, and then I left. You know what happened after that."

Rum scoffed, "The base was bombed, and you're completely unharmed? That's too much of a coincidence."

Vermouth chuckled. "What's so coincidental? I just got lucky."

Rum was silent for a few seconds. "What about Lin Shen? Are you with him?"

Vermouth's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't give anything away: "Well, he promised to protect me last night, and I promised to pay him. We're together now."

Rum didn't respond directly, only saying, "Then you can stay here. I'll send someone to investigate."

The phone hangs up.

Vermouth tossed her phone aside, leaned against the headboard, and let out a long sigh.

She looked down at her slightly trembling hand, clenched it, then loosened it.

I can't say it.

You absolutely must not tell anyone.

If Rum finds out that Lin Shen was the one who bombed the US military base... will she still have a good life?

Besides, what good would it do her to expose Lin Shen?

She actually felt that keeping this matter to herself was the safest thing to do.

Vermouth picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, composed herself, and then muttered to herself, "Forget it, time to sleep. Anyway, if the sky falls, that madman will take care of it."

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On the Okinawa side, they can close off the border whenever they want.

The bombing of the US military base has put the entire island on edge.

There were checkpoints on the highway, and flights at the airport were suspended for half a day. There were military vehicles and helicopters patrolling everywhere.

Xiao Lan and her friends were stuck in the hotel for several days.

Xiaolan was scrolling through the news in her room every day when she saw that smoke was still rising from the base. She was shocked and exclaimed, "Huh? Something this big happened when we were watching the fireworks the other day!"

Upon hearing this, Eri looked at Ran with a headache.

She hesitated, but ultimately said nothing. She only told Xiaolan not to upload the video to the internet to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Kogoro Mouri, on the other hand, stayed in his room every day drinking beer, muttering things like "I should have known better than to come" and "What's the point of watching the sunrise?"

Lin Shen is the most leisurely. He goes out for a walk every day, looks at the sea, buys coffee, and is in a very good mood.

After waiting for about four or five days, the lockdown was finally lifted.

The group packed their luggage and boarded a flight back to Tokyo.

When the plane landed, Xiaolan let out a long sigh of relief: "The air in Tokyo smells so good."

Kogoro Mouri stretched and yawned: "Isn't that obvious! I need to have a couple of drinks when I get back!"

Eri Kisaki didn't respond.

As soon as she exited the terminal, she walked quickly toward the black sedan parked by the roadside.

Kuriyama Midori was standing next to the car.

Eri casually shoved a suitcase into her hands: "What's the situation with the client?"

Kuriyama Midori quickly took the suitcase and jogged after her: "They're already waiting in the conference room. They're in a hurry and say we have to finish the meeting today."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Eri Kisaki got into the car without looking back.

The car started and sped away in a flash.

Xiaolan watched the departing car and smiled helplessly.

The others took a car back to Cafe 221B.

As soon as Kogoro Mouri got out of the car, he said goodbye to everyone and returned to the second floor of the office.

Xiaolan also went home to change into her school uniform, put on her schoolbag, and rushed to school.

Lin Shen walked back to Cafe 221B alone.

As I pushed open the door, the familiar aroma of coffee wafted out.

Akemi was wiping glasses behind the bar when she saw him return. She smiled and said, "President Hayashi, welcome back. Did you have fun in Okinawa?"

Lin Shen tossed his luggage bag onto the sofa and sat down. "It's alright, just a little tired."

He was speaking when he suddenly noticed that Vermouth had followed him in at some point.

Lin Shen was taken aback: "Why did you come in too?"

Vermouth clasped her hands together, blinked, and feigned a pitiful, aggrieved look: "President Lin... I have nowhere to go. Please take me in for a while!"

Her tone was coquettish, but her eyes held a hint of cunning.

Lin Shen looked at her feigning pitifulness and suddenly smiled: "Of course, no problem."

He nodded. "But before that, there's something I need to ask you."

Vermouth paused slightly: "What is it?"

She was actually a little wary, but she didn't show it on her face.

Lin Shen gestured towards the lounge with his chin: "It's not convenient to talk here. Let's go inside."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards the lounge. Vermouth hesitated for a moment, then followed him.

She wanted to see what tricks this guy was up to.

The door to the lounge closed.

Akemi looked at the closed door, shook her head gently, and sighed, "Poor Miss Chris is going to be in trouble."

She knows Lin Shen too well.

Every time that guy gives that smile, it means someone's about to be in trouble.

"Oh, right! I need to let Miwako know that President Hayashi is back." Akemi remembered this and sent a text message to Miwako Sato.