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

A branch of Mitsubishi Bank near Ginza.

A black BMW slowly turned out of the alley, moving at a low speed, like an ordinary passing car.

Inside the car, the blond robber sat in the passenger seat, checking the MP5's magazine again while giving instructions: "Handsome, when we get to the bank, just slam on the brakes."

"You wait for us at the door, and keep watch while we go in. The three of us will be in, done in five minutes, and out in no time."

"Remember this—never turn off the engine, be ready to run at any time."

After listening, Lin Shen smiled and said, "No need for that."

As he spoke, he accelerated.

The black BMW's engine let out a deep, powerful roar, and the car's speed suddenly increased.

With a turn of the steering wheel, the car instantly veered off its original lane and sped straight toward the bank's entrance.

Before the three Italian robbers in the back seat could react, their bodies were thrown backward by inertia.

"Hey—!!" the blond robber yelled, quickly grabbing the handrail above his head.

The bandit with the mustache slammed into the back of the seat in front of him, and the lewd bandit was so frightened that he blurted out an Italian swear word.

None of them had ever seen anything like it before!

Who robs a bank by driving straight into the entrance? That's too rude!

Boom!!

The bumper of the black BMW smashed solidly through the bank's glass doors.

The entire glass door shattered into countless fragments, which scattered all over the floor with a crash.

The two security guards standing at the gate were yawning and chatting when they saw a car burst through the gate and ram into them. They were so frightened that they didn't even have time to pull out their batons before scrambling and scrambling to the back door.

The bank lobby instantly descended into chaos.

Customers queuing to conduct business, bank employees behind the counter, managers organizing forms in the lobby... everyone was startled by the sudden impact and screamed. Some people covered their heads and squatted down, while others instinctively crawled under the table.

After smashing through the door, the black BMW rushed into the lobby, ran over shards of glass, and came to a screeching halt a few meters in front of the reception desk.

As soon as the car came to a stop, the back door was suddenly pushed open, and the three Italian robbers rushed out, each holding an MP5 player.

The blond robber reacted the fastest, raising his hand and firing three shots at the ceiling in a "rat-a-tat-tat" burst, yelling in broken Japanese, "Don't move! Get down! Get down!"

The robber with the mustache lunged straight at the bank manager.

The middle-aged man in the gray suit and tie had initially tried to hide behind the counter, but the man with the mustache grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out, pressing the gun directly to the back of his head: "Safe! Lead the way!"

The sleazy robber immediately rushed to the security guards and quickly subdued them.

Lin Shen got out of the driver's seat and looked at the scene.

The three Italian robbers had a clear division of labor and, without any hesitation or confusion, took control of the entire bank lobby in less than twenty seconds.

He nodded, forced to give the three robbers a good review.

He may be a bit rough around the edges, but he's definitely efficient at his work.

He raised his hand and fired a shot at the rotating surveillance camera in the corner. With a snap, the camera exploded.

"Hurry up, we only have five minutes," Lin Shen said as he turned off the other surveillance cameras.

The blond robber stopped talking nonsense.

Together with the bearded robber, he dragged the bank manager up from the ground and shoved him to the doorway of the cubicle behind the counter.

The manager, his hands trembling, pulled out his keys and access card, and it took him several attempts to open the door.

Two robbers rushed in.

In less than five minutes, the two men emerged, each dragging a bulging canvas bag.

The bag was heavy, making a dull slurring sound as it dragged on the ground; it was clearly full of cash.

Lin Shen opened the driver's side door and sat back down. He skillfully shifted into reverse, stepped on the gas, and the black BMW quickly reversed on the ground covered with broken glass. Then it made a sharp U-turn and headed towards the main street of Ginza.

Behind me, the sirens of police cars were approaching in waves, growing louder as they drew nearer.

After the black BMW burst out of the bank's ruined gate, it didn't flee along the main road. Instead, under Lin Shen's control, it suddenly turned into a narrow alley and then darted left and right through several side streets.

Finally, amidst the screeching of tires scraping the ground, the black BMW crashed through the glass exterior of a luxury store and roared inside!

........................

Inside the Fuhuisa luxury store, the lighting is soft, the music is soothing, and the air is filled with a faint scent of high-end perfume.

Shiho Miyano was standing in front of the display counter for silk scarves, holding a light gray Hermès scarf in her hand, comparing the color to her skin tone in the mirror.

She had some rare free time today, so taking advantage of the fact that there wasn't much going on at the research institute, she slipped out for a stroll to recharge herself.

Then she heard an unusual engine roar, growing louder and closer, as if something was approaching at high speed.

She subconsciously turned her head to look in the direction of the store entrance.

Then Shiho Miyano saw a black BMW crash into the shop's huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, sending shards of glass and broken mannequins flying as it hurtled into the store!

Screams erupted instantly!!

The sales assistants in the store crouched down, covering their heads, while several customers who were picking out handbags screamed and shrank into the corner.

Shiho Miyano was completely stunned.

She never expected that she would run into a robber while shopping.

She sighed inwardly at her bad luck. Unlike the others who panicked and ran around, she calmly squatted down, placed her hands on her knees, and prepared to wait for the chaos to pass.

But she soon discovered that things were not as simple as she had thought.

The four robbers originally planned to escape through the back door with the money bag, but the police sirens were already very close.

A patrol car team happened to be nearby and quickly arrived at the scene after receiving the report from the bank, blocking both the front and back entrances of the Fuhuisa luxury store.

The robbers were forced to retreat. The one who seemed to be the leader scanned the store and then said, "Take some hostages!!!"

These words made Shiho Miyano frown.

Then she saw a robber, holding a submachine gun, stride towards her, pointing the gun at her: "You! Stand up!"

Shiho Miyano glanced at him expressionlessly, without screaming, begging for mercy, or even showing a trace of panic.

She simply stood up calmly, raised her hands, as if cooperating with a perfectly ordinary security check procedure.

Just as the robber was about to reach out and grab her arm, the short-haired woman trembling beside her suddenly understood.

She quickly stood up, and with a long leg sweeping across, she accurately kicked the MP5 gun in the robber's hand. The powerful side kick deflected the gun, causing it to point towards the ceiling.

Immediately afterwards, a clean and powerful punch landed hard on the robber's abdomen.

The robber groaned, his eyes bulged, and he bent over like a boiled shrimp, his legs buckling as he knelt on the ground.

The short-haired woman didn't stop moving. She snatched the MP5 from his hand, turned the gun around, and smashed it down on the back of his head with the butt.

With a muffled thud, the robber fell completely still.

The short-haired woman picked up the MP5, her movements as practiced as if she had used it countless times before. She aimed the gun at the remaining three robbers and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Rat-a-tat-tat!!

A series of short, rhythmic bursts of fire rang out.

At the same time, a female customer squatting on the ground and an ordinary female sales assistant approached from different directions with agility.

They flanked Shiho Miyano, pulling her quickly away from the firefight and escorting her to a safe location behind a marble pillar deep inside the shop.

The entire movement was clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary step.

Shiho Miyano, protected behind the two men, calmly straightened her collar, which had been pulled askew.

Of course she knew who these people were.

The organization arranged bodyguards for her.

It's nominally for protection, but in reality it's also for surveillance.

Every time she went out, she was accompanied by at least three field agents from the organization, disguised as ordinary passersby or customers, who followed her closely and never left her side.

She had long been accustomed to this life of being "protected".

She sighed and glanced through the edge of the marble pillar at the short-haired woman who had just kicked away the robber's gun.

His movements were swift, his awareness sharp, and his actions decisive.

The organization's field staff are indeed quite capable.

However, Shiho Miyano was more concerned about something else.

Where is the leader of the robbers who just led the charge in?

It seems like I haven't seen the other person since just now.