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

As Lin Shen strode out of the hotel's main entrance, the sunlight outside made him squint.

Before he could adjust to the change in light, he heard a series of hurried footsteps and the metallic sound of a gun bolt being pulled from his left.

Four or five SAT members had already surrounded him from both sides of the square. Some were kneeling behind the flowerbeds, aiming their guns, while others leaned against the wall across the street, their guns all pointed at him.

Too many people and too much attention!

Lin Shen knew very well that he couldn't possibly perform an act of invulnerability in front of so many people!

If footage of a bullet hitting him and bouncing off were released, he would be on the world's headlines tomorrow.

So he decided to give it a try.

Dodge bullets whenever possible, and use your armor to take the hits if you can't. At least from an outsider's perspective, he looks like an agile and incredibly lucky militant, not an unkillable monster.

"You're surrounded! Drop your weapons and throw them now!"

Just as one of the SAT members began to speak, Lin Shen unleashed a burst of bullets at him.

This was followed by a fierce counterattack from the other SAT members.

Lin Shen quickly hid behind a nearby pillar and then threw the FN P90 to the ground.

This thing has powerful close-range firepower, but its range and accuracy are insufficient at this distance.

He chose an M4 assault rifle with a holographic sight and a vertical grip.

Pulling the bolt, loading the bullet, the action was completed in one smooth motion.

Lin took a deep breath, then leaned out and fired.

Da da da!

A short burst of fire struck the edge of the flowerbed on the left, and the flying debris forced the kneeling SAT player to shrink back.

He then moved a few steps laterally, firing two more bursts of fire at the right side of the street as he moved, suppressing the enemy's firepower there.

He then rolled to the side and hid behind a van parked at the entrance, the van immediately riddled with bullets fired from the other side.

Lin Shen leaned against the back of the car, catching his breath, and looked down at his armor value.

He was shot more than ten times in that round of fire just now; he was hit all over his body, and it hurt terribly!

If it weren't for my armor, I would have been riddled with holes by now.

Lin Shen silently recited an instruction to fully charge his armor, then suddenly leaned half his body out from behind the vehicle and fired a long burst at the SAT member who hadn't had time to change his magazine in the direction of the flower bed.

The team member was shot in the chest, his body fell backward, and he collapsed to the ground.

But those SAT players were definitely not just sitting around doing nothing.

They are the most elite force in Japan's counter-terrorism forces, and each of them has undergone rigorous tactical training and live-fire exercises.

After a brief period of initial disarray, they quickly adjusted their tactics.

Instead of fighting alone, they formed groups of three, launching a pincer attack on Lin Shen from different directions and floor heights.

One person drew fire from the front, another person circled around from the side alley, and a third person climbed onto the balcony of the second floor opposite and set up a gun to suppress the enemy from a high vantage point.

Bullets flew in from three directions simultaneously, hitting the ground, the car body, and the wall, forcing Lin Shen to barely lift his head.

If it weren't for his ability to infinitely replenish armor and health, he would have died at least three times by now.

The SAT team members were puzzled. How could the man opposite them, who had been shot so many times, still be so energetic and fighting back with his gun?

Even if someone is wearing a bulletproof vest, the vest should have been torn to shreds by now, right?

Body armor only protects against bullets, it does not make you immune to them!

However, they didn't have much time to think about this issue.

That militant's fighting style was too fierce!

He was clearly alone, but he managed to project the aura of a whole group.

They would rush out with guns and start shooting, and every time they came out, someone on their side would be shot and fall down.

As their comrades fell one after another, the mindset of the SAT members began to undergo subtle changes.

The initially fierce offensive gradually became more conservative. No one was willing to take the lead and fire the first shot. Everyone's movements became cautious, and the frequency of firing also decreased significantly.

They had never encountered such a fierce opponent before!

Miwako Sato crouched behind a pillar at the side entrance of the hotel and witnessed the entire exchange of fire in the square.

She was completely stunned.

She watched the man roll, sprint, reload, and fire amidst a hail of bullets, his movements as fluid as if he were filming an action movie.

She saw three SAT members fire simultaneously from his front and flanks, and the bullets clearly hit him.

There were even bullet holes in his jacket, but he acted as if nothing had happened and easily knocked down all three team members.

Sato Miwako had originally planned to follow up and find an opportunity to subdue the other party, but now she has completely given up on that idea.

To engage in a shootout with someone like that isn't courage, it's suicide!

Just then, Lin Shen caught a glimpse of something dark flying out of a second-floor window on the left.

Hand grenade!

His reaction was faster than his brain; almost instinctively, he swung his hand and swatted the grenade, which was still in mid-air, away with a loud crack, like swatting a fly.

The grenade changed direction, tracing an arc.

With a thud, it landed less than two meters away from the pillar where Sato Miwako was hiding.

Miwako Sato's pupils suddenly contracted.

Her mind went completely blank for a moment, and her body's instincts made her shrink back behind the pillar, hug her head with both hands, and curl up into a ball.

boom!!!

The shockwave from the grenade explosion, carrying rubble and dirt, spread in all directions. Sato Miwako felt as if a buzzer had been inserted into her ears, making a constant buzzing sound.

Her back ached from the shockwave, and her arms were scratched by flying pebbles. She lay on the ground, her mind a mess, her limbs weak, and she couldn't get up for a moment.

Taking advantage of the explosion's cover, Lin Shen rushed out with his M4 and quickly eliminated the remaining two SAT members.

After the gunfire subsided, the square was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the ground was littered with spent shell casings and shards of broken glass.

He carried his gun and slowly walked back to the pillar, glancing down at Sato Miwako, who was lying on the ground, covered in dust and looking disheveled.

He couldn't help but chuckle: "When gods fight, mortals suffer... You're a detective, why aren't you solving cases? What are you doing getting involved in this?"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Miwako Sato struggled to lift her head, her face covered in dust and sweat, her hair disheveled, and her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and lingering fear.

As she watched the departing god of death, a profound sense of confusion welled up within her.

The other person had killed at least a dozen people in the past few minutes with clean, efficient, and ruthless methods, but now he was standing in front of me with a hint of mockery in his tone, showing no intention of finishing me off.

She couldn't help but ask, "Why...why didn't you kill me?"

Lin Shen stopped and looked at her with some surprise: "I'm not some kind of serial killer, why would I kill you?"

Sato Miwako was stunned.

She opened her mouth, feeling that it was utterly absurd for these words to come from this person.

She pointed to the corpses of the SAT team members lying haphazardly in the square: "You've killed so many people... and you still say you're not a serial killer?"

Lin Shen glanced down at her, too lazy to explain anything to her.

He chuckled, then his tone suddenly became lighthearted: "You're right. Then I'll blow you up."

As he spoke, he flipped his hand, pulled out a grenade, and casually tossed it onto the ground in front of Miwako Sato.

The grenade rolled twice and stopped less than half a meter away from Sato Miwako.

Sato Miwako's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

She froze as if she had been encased in cement, her blood seemed to freeze in that instant, her mind went blank, and she even stopped breathing.

She stared intently at the grayish-green lump of metal in front of her, her mind racing with images of her father, who had been dead for many years; her mother, who was still waiting for her at home; and Inspector Megure's words, "Think of your mother," which he had just spoken...

She didn't even have time to regret it; all she could do was curse herself in her heart: Why did I have to be so talkative? If I hadn't talked so much, I wouldn't have died.

That's good now.

We're really going to be blown up.

She closed her eyes and waited for several seconds.

No explosion occurred.

She waited another three or four seconds.

Nothing happened.

Sato Miwako slowly and cautiously opened one eye and looked down at the grenade on the ground.

The safety pin is still firmly inserted, and the pull ring hasn't been pulled open!

She'd been tricked.

Sato Miwako's feelings at that moment were extremely complex.

She first took a long, almost greedy breath to confirm that she was still alive, and it felt so good to be alive.

Then a huge surge of anger welled up inside me—that bastard!

He's teasing her!

She looked up, wanting to say something, but there was no one in front of her.

Sato Miwako lay alone in the messy square, feeling a mix of joy, anger, relief, and frustration. In the end, she could only pound the ground with her fist.