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

The elevator doors opened.

Lin Shen looked up and saw that the hotel lobby was full of people.

There were at least twenty or thirty police officers, some in suits and some in bulletproof vests, all carrying guns, with the muzzles pointed at him.

The crystal chandelier in the lobby dazzled the eyes, and the marble floor reflected the figures of those people. Lin Shen stood at the elevator entrance, right in the middle of the group.

A police officer, seemingly the leader, stepped forward, holding a megaphone, and said in a low voice, "Nakata Joji! You are surrounded! Drop your weapons and surrender immediately!"

Lin Shen did not move.

He glanced at the gun barrels, then at the few police officers standing at the front, and slowly said:

"Do you believe I can use this knife to block bullets?"

The man leading the group was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Bulletproof? You think this is a movie?"

Lin Shen smiled and said, "Don't believe me? Then I'll demonstrate."

Before he could finish speaking, he dashed off at incredible speed.

The police officers in front reacted quickly and immediately pulled the trigger.

"Bang—!" The first shot came, and Lin Shen twisted his wrist, his katana drawing a silver-white arc in the air.

He then rushed towards the policeman, and a flash of his knife appeared!

Before the policeman could even utter a sound, he clutched his bleeding neck and collapsed to the ground.

The rest of the public security officers were stunned.

I wasn't just stunned, I was completely dumbfounded.

No, it really can stop bullets?

Some people took a step back, while others instinctively shouted, "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot now!"

Gunfire erupted instantly.

More than a dozen guns fired at the same time, and bullets flew in densely.

Lin Shen neither dodged nor avoided, but faced him head-on, gripping the knife with both hands and swinging it rapidly.

The blade clashed with the bullet, producing a clanging sound!

Without stopping, his figure passed through the barrage of comments and he was in front of the second person in the blink of an eye.

Another clean and swift cut.

Another one has fallen.

The remaining police officers were completely panicked.

"What's going on?! How could someone possibly stop a bullet?!" A young policeman's voice trembled, and his hand holding the gun shook.

He didn't know whether to shoot or run away; his mind was blank.

Lin Shen flicked the blade, his tone calm: "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it's impossible. It just means you're inexperienced!"

After he finished speaking, he dashed off again.

The glint of blades flashed in the lobby!

One by one, the policemen fell down, the gunfire went from dense to sparse, from sparse to sporadic, and finally stopped completely.

The remaining police officers had already turned and run. Some wanted to rush out of the main gate, while others were too weak to walk and could only lean on the pillars to catch their breath.

Lin Shen didn't give them a chance to turn back.

He rushed forward, the blade flashed, then flashed again, and finally fell beside the revolving door.

The lobby fell completely silent.

Lin Shen stood at the door, looked down at his clothes, which were stained with a lot of blood.

He casually took off his coat, threw it away, and put on a more presentable suit jacket.

He walked outside the lobby and glanced at the situation on the street.

Police cars had blocked the hotel entrance, their red and blue lights flashing wildly, and sirens could be heard approaching from afar.

Lin Shen walked straight to the roadside, opened the door of a black sedan, and left the car key in the ignition.

He got into the driver's seat, closed the door, started the engine, and stepped on the gas.

The car shot out, swerved sharply, and grazed the bumper of a police car before crashing onto the main road.

He glanced in the rearview mirror; the hotel entrance was in complete chaos, with police officers in disarray, some shouting into walkie-talkies, others chasing after the comrades.

He smirked slightly, floored the accelerator, and sped away.

The car was going faster and faster.

At this point, the police star rating has jumped to three stars!

Lin Shen looked at his clothes, which were riddled with bullet holes.

The claim that he could cut bullets with a knife was just him bragging to scare the police.

In reality, he couldn't cut bullets with a knife at all; he was just constantly being hit by bullets.

Of course, he also got lucky and only managed to hit two or three bullets randomly.

In fact, the vast majority of bullets hit him.

Although he got beaten up, he still managed to put on a pretty good show!

Lin Shen couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the police officers' pale faces and trembling bodies!

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There was a long silence on the police communication channel.

Kuroda Hyōe sat in the command vehicle, his brow furrowed, his fingers tapping incessantly on his knees.

He glanced at his watch; the team he had sent to the hotel to arrest Nakata Joji had been out of contact for more than ten minutes.

This isn't right.

Even in the event of an emergency, someone should report it.

He picked up the walkie-talkie: "Calling First Squad, please respond."

no respond.

He called out again, but there was still no response.

A few seconds later, static suddenly came through the communicator, followed by a young police officer's urgent, trembling voice: "Commander Kuroda... First Squad... wiped out!"

Kuroda Hyōe's pupils contracted, and his grip on the walkie-talkie tightened abruptly: "What did you say? Total annihilation? What happened?"

The other person swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "According to the hotel staff... the killer blocked the bullets with his knife, then rushed over and hacked them all to death."

Kuroda Hyōe remained silent.

His first reaction was that this guy was talking nonsense.

A knife to stop a bullet?

This isn't a movie shoot!

He asked in a deep voice, "Has the on-site count been completed? Has the death toll been confirmed?"

The other party said, "It's confirmed. All twenty-one people are dead."

Kuroda Hyōe's heart sank. Twenty-one men, all well-trained public security police officers. Even if the other side had guns, it was impossible to take them all down in such a short time.

Moreover, it was done with a knife.

He couldn't help but wonder if the police officer had taken too much drugs the night before!

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a new email popped up on the car's computer.

He glanced at the sender—the on-site support team.

The attached file is a surveillance video.

He clicked on the video and could see the entire hotel lobby.

Then he saw that scene.

In the footage, Nakata Joji holds a samurai sword and faces more than twenty armed police officers without showing any fear.

The moment the gunshot rang out, he swung his knife and deflected a bullet.

With a flash of light, the first policeman fell.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen guns opened fire at the same time, and bullets rained down like raindrops.

Nakata Joji actually charged forward amidst the hail of bullets, rapidly wielding his katana in front of him as he charged!

Then he chopped them all down one by one, like cutting melons and vegetables, until all the policemen were on the ground.

The whole process took less than a minute.

After watching the video, Kuroda Hyōe's back was soaked with sweat.

He remained silent for a long time before picking up the walkie-talkie and switching to Rei Furuya's dedicated channel: "Furuya, be careful. Something's off about that prisoner."

Rei Furuya's voice came through the channel: "I've received the message. We're following up."

Kuroda Hyoue opened the video and sent it: "Take a look at this. Whatever you think, tell me after you've watched it."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.

Then, Rei Furuya's voice rang out again, lower than before: "...I saw it."

Kuroda Hyōe asked, "Where are you now?"

Rei Furuya said, "We are approaching the target vehicle and expect to catch up in three minutes."

He paused for a moment, then said, "This guy... is definitely not normal."

Kuroda Hyōe said in a deep voice, "That's why I said, don't be careless. Don't get close to him, keep your distance, and suppress him with firepower."

Rei Furuya did not reply.

He hung up the call and his gaze fell on the taillights of the black sedan ahead.

He originally thought that no matter how ruthless a bomber was, he was just an ordinary person.

A knife cleaving a bullet?

He took those words as a joke.

But with the video right in front of him, he had no choice but to believe it.

Rei Furuya tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed the accelerator harder.

He knew that if that guy could really cut bullets with a knife, then the gun in his hand might not be reliable either.

He couldn't confront them head-on; he had to find a way to force them to stop first.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

Rei Furuya spotted a bend, swerved the steering wheel sharply, and crashed the front of his car directly into the obstacle.

"Bang!" The two cars collided, sparks flying everywhere.

Lin Shen's car was hit and swerved to the side, the tires screeching loudly as they scraped the ground.

He steadied himself and tried to accelerate to shake off the other car, but unfortunately, his car wasn't as good as the other one.

The second impact came, this time even more violent.

The two cars were locked in a tangled mess on the street, their speed spiraling out of control, and crashed straight through the glass doors of a roadside shopping mall.

"Crash—" Large sections of the glass wall shattered into countless shards, and the two cars became entangled and crashed into the mall.

The tires ran over the broken glass, the shelves were knocked askew, and clothes, shoes, and cosmetics were scattered all over the floor.

Customers in the mall scattered in terror, screams echoing throughout the mall.

Someone fell down, but was pulled up and run away by their companion.

The employee peeked out from behind the counter, his face deathly pale.

The vehicle slid for more than ten meters before coming to a stop in front of a load-bearing pillar.

The front of the car was deformed, smoke was billowing from the hood, the airbags deployed, and the windshield shattered into spiderweb-like fragments.

The mall security guards kept their distance.

Lights flashed, alarms blared, and the place was a complete mess!