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

Lin Shen rushed to the rooftop in one breath, panting heavily!

There was nothing he could do; he wasn't a special forces soldier from a movie, and besides, he was carrying two money bags!

He ran all the way to the top floor without collapsing from exhaustion, and he felt he was strong enough.

Oh no, what's the secret to unlimited stamina again?

Lin Shen was panting as he racked his brains.

Unfortunately, apart from San Andreas, there are no stamina cheat codes in the GTA series.

While GTA5 features a stamina system, there are no cheat codes; players can only modify it using third-party editing software.

So he didn't remember it.

Now, when I want to use it, I can't remember it.

This really annoyed Lin Shen.

After catching his breath and resting for a while, he pushed open the iron door to the rooftop, hunched over, and first peeked out with his gun, scanning the area. No one was there.

There wasn't even a ghost among them, let alone any pursuers.

The rooftop was empty except for a few rusty exhaust pipes and a buzzing air conditioner unit.

The afternoon sun shone brightly on the cement ground, warm and cozy, so quiet it felt like a completely different world from the gunfight that had just taken place.

Lin Shen lowered the gun, took a breath, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Good.

If no one is chasing him, then he doesn't need to panic.

He silently recited the phrase "SKYDIVE" in his mind.

The system notification sounded instantly, and a set of neatly folded paragliding equipment appeared before my eyes.

He skillfully unfolded his parachute, fastened the straps, adjusted the position of his helmet, and stood at the edge of the rooftop.

The weather was fantastic today. Around 2 or 3 pm, the sun was hanging low in the west, the sky was a clear, deep blue, and a few white clouds drifted lazily by, offering excellent visibility.

No need to worry about hitting tall buildings or utility poles or other obstacles.

Lin Shen glanced back at the iron gate one last time, but no one opened it.

He smiled, took a few steps forward, pushed off with his feet, and soared into the air. The paraglider unfolded behind him, catching the wind and steadily lifting him into the sky.

Below, the entire Ginza shopping street was completely surrounded by police cars.

The red and blue police lights were very glaring, and the sirens blared incessantly. More than a dozen patrol cars blocked all the intersections, and there were also several black plainclothes police cars mixed in among them.

Armed police officers set up a long cordon along the street, keeping onlookers out.

However, the moment the paraglider unfolded from the rooftop, people on the ground quickly noticed it.

First, a passerby who was taking pictures of the commotion on the roadside inadvertently raised his camera and saw the unfolding parachute wings in the sky through the viewfinder.

"Hey, hey... Look up there!!" His exclamation quickly drew the attention of those around him.

Immediately following, the commanders in their command vehicles, who were using walkie-talkies to coordinate police forces, also received urgent reports from frontline officers: "Report! The target has appeared on the roof!"

"The target is using a paraglider to escape in a northeast direction!"

"Double! The target escaped using a paraglider!!"

The sirens suddenly became even more urgent.

Several patrol cars quickly started up, attempting to adjust their direction to track the increasingly distant black dot in the sky.

Looking down from high above at the police cars that were beginning to move like ants, Lin Shen couldn't help but make a mental calculation.

Should we throw a grenade down?

It might be good to scare them a little.

But after thinking about it, he ultimately gave up on the idea.

Among the many people below were police officers, onlookers, and ordinary citizens sitting in roadside cafes watching the commotion.

He may not be a saint, but he wouldn't do something as monstrous as throwing bombs at a crowd.

However, he had other options.

Lin Shen controlled the direction of the paraglider with one hand, and pulled the canvas bag tied to his body over with the other.

He unzipped his jacket, reached inside, grabbed a handful of ten thousand yuan in bills, and threw them down.

The banknotes fluttered down like snowflakes in the afternoon sun, swirling in the air before scattering down the bustling commercial street below.

The second round, the third round, the fourth round...

The effect is immediate.

At first, the citizens of Tokyo were looking up to watch the spectacle, but then they suddenly realized that what was falling from the sky was not GG flyers, but real 10,000 yen bills!

It's brand new, and it costs 10,000 yen!

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd, which quickly turned into a frenzied commotion.

"Money! It's money! Money is falling from the sky!" Someone was the first to rush out, bend down and pick up a ten-thousand-yuan bill that had fallen to his feet, and held it up to the sunlight to look at the watermark!

it is true!

This completely caused an uproar.

They might not even earn 10,000 yen a day.

That robber scattered so many tens of thousands of yuan in bills; if you could pick up just one, it would be equivalent to your entire day's wages!

If I could collect a few more of these, it would be like working a few more days. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Men, women, young and old, all rushed towards the area where the banknotes had fallen, scrambling to pick them up.

Some people picked up a handful and stuffed it into their pockets, then bent down to continue picking up more.

Someone saw two sheets stuck together on the ground, squatted down, tore them apart, and stuffed them into their clothes.

The drivers couldn't sit still either. One after another, they pulled over, opened their car doors, and rushed out to join the money-collecting frenzy.

Within minutes, the entire street was completely blocked by the surging crowd.

Those who couldn't find it started to panic.

Someone shoved aside the person who was bending down to pick up money, snatched the money from his hand, and ran away.

Some people saw that others had picked up more money than they had, and their eyes turned red with envy. They punched the other person, snatched the money bag, and turned to run. But they hadn't run more than a few steps when another person tackled them from the side and snatched the money from their hands.

The situation was completely out of control.

Curses, shouts, shoving, and screams of people falling down filled the air, turning the entire street into chaos and a no-holds-barred street fighting tournament.

The police car was stuck in the middle of the crowd, and no amount of honking could help.

There were people everywhere in front of us; we couldn't even move, let alone get through.

Several officers sitting in the command vehicle were so angry that they slammed their fists on the steering wheel, cursing as they pushed open the car door, jumped out with their subordinates, and began a grueling "Japanese drama run".

Unfortunately, the maximum amount of exercise that detectives at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department can usually do is probably just chasing after fare evaders at train stations.

They gritted their teeth and ran for about ten minutes, then one by one they started to lean on their knees, panting heavily, their faces showing expressions that said, "I really can't go on," and "If I keep running, I'm going to die."

Some people leaned against lampposts, some held onto trash cans, and some even sat down on the edge of the flowerbeds by the roadside, simply too exhausted to run any further.

Looking down at the group of police officers who were panting after only a few steps, Lin Shen couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

He then adjusted the direction of the paraglider and flew smoothly towards the area where the villa was located.