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

Hideo Kawashima was awakened from his dream by a loud bang.

He was sleeping soundly with a beautiful woman in his arms, dreaming of counting money.

With a loud bang, the entire villa shook, and the unfinished glass of whiskey on the bedside table tipped over, spilling the liquor all over the table.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of gunfire erupted in the courtyard, a continuous barrage like someone setting off firecrackers.

Hideo Kawashima jumped out of bed with a start.

He was shirtless, wearing only pajama bottoms, his face contorted with terror and anger, and he yelled at the door, "What's going on?!"

The door was pushed open from the outside.

His bodyguard strode in, his face grim, and said in a low voice, "Boss, something's happened. Someone's broken in."

Hideo Kawashima's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly asked, "What? How many people are here? Self-Defense Forces or police?"

The bodyguard's expression was somewhat complicated. After a second of silence, he spoke: "Just one person."

Hideo Kawashima was stunned.

He thought he'd misheard, staring wide-eyed at the bodyguard for several seconds before snapping out of it. Then he exploded: "Just one person?! All of you, and you can't even handle one?!"

"I spend so much money supporting you every month, and it's all for nothing, isn't it?!"

A bead of sweat appeared on the bodyguard's forehead, and his voice was a few decibels lower than before: "Boss, this guy is different... He's incredibly powerful. The brothers can't control him at all."

He paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully, "He... also brought an RPG rocket launcher."

Hideo Kawashima's face turned pale the moment he heard the words "RPG rocket launcher".

Although he was a drug dealer, he knew about weapons.

He knew what an RPG was—it was something that could shoot through armored vehicles.

He was completely stunned. His mind raced, frantically trying to recall if he had offended any important figures in the past few years.

Nothing.

For the past ten years or so, he has been living a law-abiding life, selling powder and making money on Moonshadow Island. He has taken care of the necessary arrangements and kept quiet where necessary, and has never offended anyone he shouldn't have!

How did someone suddenly appear carrying an RPG and smashing up his front door?!

Before he could figure it out, an even more violent explosion came from outside the bedroom door—BOOM!

The whole building shook, and dust fell from the ceiling.

Then came a series of screams and gunshots, the clanging of metal, the thud of people falling to the ground, and someone yelling, "We can't hold on! Retreat!"

The gunshots grew closer and clearer.

A bodyguard covered in blood stumbled into the bedroom, a bleeding wound still visible on his shoulder. His voice trembled noticeably: "Boss! That guy's broken in! He's already on the second-floor hallway!!"

The bodyguard acted swiftly, grabbing Kawashima Hideo's arm: "Boss! It's an emergency! Let's get to the safe house!"

Hideo Kawashima didn't even bother to put on his clothes; he rushed barefoot into the study with his bodyguard.

The bodyguard strode to the bookshelf, expertly reached out and touched a small bronze Buddha statue on the third shelf, then twisted it forcefully.

With a soft click, the entire bookshelf began to slide silently to the side, revealing a silver-gray metal door behind it.

The storefront is smooth as a mirror, without any handles, only a palm-sized numeric keypad, with an indicator light next to it flashing a faint blue light.

Hideo Kawashima rushed forward and quickly typed a string of numbers on the keypad.

A soft click came from the lock, and the metal door popped open a crack.

Without saying a word, he stepped inside.

The blonde beauty, barefoot and frantic, chased after them from the bedroom. Seeing the hidden door, her eyes lit up, and she screamed, "Wait for me! Take me with you!"

Hideo Kawashima kicked her in the stomach.

The woman cried out in pain, fell backward to the ground, and curled up, clutching her stomach.

Hideo Kawashima didn't even glance at her before heading straight into the safe house.

In life-or-death situations, he only trusted himself and his most trusted bodyguard; everyone else was a burden.

boom.

After Kawashima Hideo went inside, the bodyguard did not immediately follow. Instead, he raised his hand and fired a shot, cleanly hitting the back of the head of the beautiful woman who was lying on the ground.

The beautiful woman's body twitched once, and then she stopped moving.

He wouldn't leave any survivors, lest the woman be captured and reveal the location and secret of the security door.

He then quickly crawled into the safe house and pressed the button to close the door from inside.

The silver-gray metal door closed silently, and the bookshelf slowly slid back to its original position, completely concealing all traces.

About ten seconds later, Lin Shen walked into the study carrying a Glock pistol.

Why Glock and not M249 or MP5?

The reason is simple—it's too heavy.

After firing a round of shots with the M249 and MP5, and then unleashing a shot with the RPG, he felt his shoulders and arms starting to ache slightly.

While continuous high-intensity firepower is exhilarating, recoil is no joke.

A pistol is great; it's lightweight, has low recoil, and can be operated with one hand, making it ideal for cleaning floors indoors.

After Lin Shen stepped into the study, he quickly scanned the room.

no one.

Only the body of a blonde woman remained on the ground, shot in the back of the head, with a small pool of blood beneath her; she was no longer breathing.

He walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked around—outside was the coastline and beach, moonlight shining on the white sand, and there was no one there.

He then checked the wardrobe and the area behind the curtains, but they were all empty.

No, where are they? Where did they go?

They couldn't have simply vanished into thin air.

There's definitely something fishy going on in this room.

After looking around, Lin Shen finally walked back to the female corpse, squatted down, and carefully examined the bullet hole in her head.

The bullet entered from directly behind and pierced through the skull.

He stood up, following the general direction of the trajectory, and his gaze fell on the huge bookshelf opposite him.

The bookshelves were filled with various hardcover books and decorations, making it look no different from the study in the home of an ordinary wealthy person.

But he noticed a few fine scratches on the floor beneath the bookshelf.

Those were clearly marks left by repeated friction from a heavy object.

Lin Shen recalled the villainous tropes he had seen in TV dramas.

There are secret rooms behind bookshelves, and safes hidden behind murals.

There wasn't a single new trick in it.

But Lin Shen was too lazy to go to the bookshelves and check each mechanism one by one; that would take too much time.

He grabbed a C4 explosive, set a ten-second delay, slipped it into the gap under the bookshelf, then turned and strode into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Boom!!!

A loud bang.

The bathroom tiles rattled loudly, and the mirror fell off the wall and shattered into pieces.

Lin Shen pushed open the bathroom door and stepped out, his feet crunching over the debris.

The large bookshelf had been blown to pieces, with wooden planks and pages scattered all over the floor, revealing the silver-gray metal door behind it.

Lin Shen smiled and said, "You guessed right."

He walked up to the metal door and looked it over.

The door panel is smooth and flat, without a handle, with only a password input panel quietly embedded in the wall on the side of the door, and a blue indicator light on it is still flashing.

He took two steps back, raised his Glock pistol, and fired several shots at the door.

Bang bang bang!

The bullet struck the metal door, sending up a few sparks and leaving a few shallow silver scratches—and then that was it.

The door panel remained completely still, without even a dent.

Without further ado, Lin Shen pulled out five or six C4 bombs, stuck them on the door hinges and near the lock, then quickly retreated back to the bathroom and pressed the detonator.

Boom! ...

This sound was even louder than before, causing the entire villa's floor to shake several times, and several pieces of plasterboard to fall from the corridor ceiling.

After the smoke cleared, Lin Shen walked out of the bathroom for the third time and looked at the hidden door—the door was still there.

The silver-gray metal door remained firmly embedded in the wall, suffering almost no substantial damage except for a few black burn marks on its surface.

Lin Shen remained silent for two seconds.

He couldn't help but click his tongue and knock on the door, which produced a dull, heavy metallic sound.

Damn it, this old man spent a fortune to build himself a safe house that's as secure as a bank vault.

Lin Shen stood in front of the metal door that wouldn't open, feeling his competitive spirit being ignited!

He couldn't believe that someone with such martial prowess couldn't open a security door.