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

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Shen raised his hand and fired two shots.

With two thuds, two SAT team members who had just rushed to the corner of the corridor fell to the ground. One was shot in the chest and the other in the center of the eyebrow. The two fell to the ground almost simultaneously, without even having time to groan.

The hotel lobby instantly erupted in chaos.

Some people screamed, some cried out, and the sounds of tables and chairs being overturned and glasses shattering mingled together, making the entire lobby sound like a hornet's nest had been poked with a stick.

Guests scattered and ran away, covering their heads. Luggage carts were overturned and clothes were scattered all over the ground.

The hotel staff, disregarding any professional ethics, bent over and ran with the crowd toward the emergency exit.

Lin Shen ignored the people who were scattering and fleeing.

He threw the empty pistol on the ground, quickened his pace, and strode towards the hotel entrance.

Suddenly, a policeman in a gray suit sprang out from behind the cover of the lobby bar on the right.

He was clearly prepared; as he leaned out of cover, he raised his pistol and aimed it at Lin Shen.

boom!boom!

Two bullets were fired.

The first shot hit a pillar beside Lin Shen, sending up several pieces of debris.

The second shot hit Lin Shen's left shoulder, but it was firmly blocked by his protective armor.

Lin Shen originally intended to let these minor characters go, wanting to avoid trouble as much as possible.

But since someone insists on jumping out to their death, he won't be polite.

With a flick of his right hand, he pulled an FN P90 directly from his system space. This uniquely designed submachine gun gleamed with a cold light; its body was compact, but its firepower was anything but.

A massive 50-round magazine, fitted with 5.7×28mm ammunition!

This bullet has terrifying penetrating power, capable of penetrating NIJ IIIA level soft body armor at a distance of 200 meters, and even penetrating 3.5 mm thick steel plates at a distance of 80 meters.

Lin Shen pulled the trigger.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—the distinctive gunshot of the P90 rang out densely in the lobby, bullets raining down like a storm.

Before the policeman in the gray suit could react, seven or eight plumes of blood exploded from his body.

His police bulletproof vest, which he had worn for many years, was like paper against the P90 bullets, offering absolutely no protection.

His body was thrown backward by the impact of the bullets, and he finally fell backward to the ground, his eyes still open and his hand still holding the gun, but he was no longer breathing.

Lin Shen was about to continue walking towards the door when he caught a glimpse of a shadow pounce out from behind a pillar on the other side.

That policeman's movements were very swift!

He practically leaped out, maintaining a firing stance in mid-air, firing two shots in Lin Shen's direction. Then, the moment he landed, he did a somersault and neatly hid behind a thick marble pillar in the center of the hall.

The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful, clearly indicating that the person had practiced.

Seeing this, Lin Shen couldn't help but laugh in anger.

No way, you're still messing with me?

He really couldn't understand it; had this policeman watched too many movies?

Besides making oneself look cool, what practical significance does this kind of tactical movement of diving to shoot and rolling on the ground have in actual combat?

He doesn't have time to play hide-and-seek with the other person.

Lin Shen took out a grenade, pulled the pin, removed the lock, and threw it at the base of the marble pillar.

The grenade bounced twice on the floor and rolled precisely to the base of the pillar.

A gasp came from behind the pillar, and then—BOOM!

The deafening explosion of the grenade suddenly ripped through the lobby, and the shockwave, carrying debris, spread outwards!

The policeman hiding behind the marble pillar was thrown out by the shockwave, rolled twice on the ground, and then lay there motionless.

At that moment, another plainclothes policeman appeared from around the corner of the corridor.

He had just leaned out halfway when he witnessed his comrade being blown away by a grenade, and he turned pale with fright.

Without hesitation, he turned and lunged at the nearest marble pillar, trying to replicate the policeman's tactical maneuver.

But he was too slow—his body had barely left the ground, and before he could even roll over, Lin Shen's gun was already pointed at him.

Rat-a-tat-tat! A short burst of fire.

The plainclothes policeman was hit in mid-air, his body stiffened as if his soul had been ripped out, and then with a thud, he fell behind the marble pillar due to inertia.

He landed right on Inspector Megure, who was hiding behind a pillar.

Megure Juichi felt a warm body suddenly fall into his arms. He instinctively reached out to catch it and looked down.

The plainclothes policeman was facing him, his eyes half-open, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and several bullet holes in his chest, the blood staining his entire shirt red.

Megure Juzo froze, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.

He had been a criminal investigator for over twenty years and had witnessed countless murder scenes, but he had never been so close as to have someone shove a recently deceased colleague into his arms.

His lips were trembling, his body was as stiff as a stone, and he was about to cry out.

Sato Miwako, who was next to him, reacted a little faster. Although she was also so frightened that her face turned pale and her whole body was trembling, she still gritted her teeth and reached out to cover Megure Juichi's mouth, silencing the scream that was about to escape her lips.

The two huddled behind the pillar, barely daring to breathe.

Inspector Megure's mind was in complete chaos.

He has handled criminal cases for over twenty years, including robbery, murder, arson, and kidnapping—he's seen it all!

But he had never experienced anything like this before!

This is not the world he knows, and these are not the criminals he knows!

These people kill without hesitation or psychological burden, killing with a single shot and showing no mercy!

It was only then that he realized that the criminal cases they handled on a daily basis were nothing compared to the real armed men in front of them.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, the man neither returned to finish off the enemy nor checked each pillar for survivors. He walked straight toward the door.

Megure and Sato Miwako both breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning against the pillar, they realized that their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

The feeling of having walked on the edge of death is truly unpleasant.

Just then, a rapid call came from the walkie-talkie hanging on the waist of the already deceased plainclothes policeman:

"Officer Ueda! Officer Ueda! What happened at the hotel?!"

"We heard explosions and heavy gunfire! Please respond!!"

Inspector Megure looked down at the still-warm corpse in his arms, took two or three deep breaths, and reached for the blood-stained walkie-talkie.

He found his fingers trembling wildly, barely able to press the call button on the side of the walkie-talkie.

He bit his tongue hard, forcing himself to calm down with the pain, then pressed the call button and reported to his superior in a voice that even he could hear trembling:

"Inspector Ueda... has been killed in the line of duty. I am Inspector Megure from the First Investigation Division. Someone armed with an automatic weapon forced their way out of the hotel lobby."

He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "The enemy's firepower is extremely strong, and several of our colleagues have been killed or wounded... Please send reinforcements immediately."

"I repeat, please send reinforcements immediately!"

He had barely finished speaking when he saw that Sato Miwako, who was standing next to him, had actually stood up by leaning on a pillar.

Her legs were still trembling noticeably, and her knees were even bending slightly, but she gritted her teeth, staring intently in the direction Lin Shen had left, as if she had made up her mind, and took a step.

When Inspector Megure saw her action, his heart sank.

He knew Sato Miwako's personality—she had an excessively strong sense of justice, and she would never stand idly by in the face of something like this.

He grabbed Sato Miwako's arm with such force that she had to stop in her tracks: "Officer Sato!! Calm down!! That's not someone you can handle!!"

Sato Miwako turned to look at him, her eyes reddening, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion: "But—he killed so many of our colleagues!! Are we just going to stand by and watch him walk away?!"

Megure didn't loosen his grip on her arm. He lowered his voice and said, almost uttering each word clearly, "Don't act impulsively. Think of your mother."

Sato Miwako's body jolted violently.

She remained silent for two or three seconds, and the impulsiveness and anger in her eyes were slowly suppressed.

She took a few deep breaths, then pulled her hand away from Megure's. Her tone was much calmer than before, but still carried a hint of unyielding stubbornness: "I understand, Inspector. I won't act rashly."

After she finished speaking, she turned around, took off with her still slightly trembling legs, and followed in the direction where Lin Shen had disappeared.

This time she didn't run or make a sound; she simply followed silently, clinging to the shadows of the walls and pillars.

Megure stood there, watching Sato Miwako's figure disappear into the light and shadow of the hotel lobby side door, still holding the blood-stained walkie-talkie in his hand, his feelings so complicated that he didn't know what to say.