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

The black Hummer sped along the street toward the dock, the roar of its engine exploding through the town's streets as the scenery on either side began to rush past.

Conan curled up in the passenger seat, his neck hunched, his hands wrapped around his knees, striking the standard pose of a frightened child.

But his gaze was not idle.

He kept observing the man with his face covered by a mask through the rearview mirror, quickly analyzing the current situation in his mind.

Conan was already planning in his mind how to subdue Lin Shen with his watch-type tranquilizer gun when he found a suitable opportunity!

As he was pondering this question, a sharp sound of shattering glass suddenly rang in his ears.

boom!

A bullet struck the passenger-side window, shattering it into countless tiny fragments that flew into the car like sand.

The sudden noise startled Conan so much that his heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively shrank back under his seat, covering his head with his hands.

The cold shards of glass hit the back of his hands and hair, making a soft, rustling sound.

He felt his heart rate surge to its limit in that instant, and his ears were filled with the buzzing sound of blood rushing through his ears.

"Ah!!!" Kogoro Mouri was so startled by the shot that he almost instinctively slammed on the brakes, the steering wheel swerved, and the car swerved briefly in an S-shape on the road, the tires screeching loudly.

But he quickly forced himself to stay calm, gritted his teeth and turned the steering wheel back, while simultaneously moving the leg that was on the brake back to the accelerator.

He hunched his head low, keeping his body as low as possible, only revealing half of his forehead and a pair of eyes to see the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his whole body was trembling violently.

Another bullet struck the metal shell at the rear of the vehicle, making a crisp clang, like someone was slamming a hammer against the car body.

Then another bullet pierced the rear windshield, whistling past Conan's head less than ten centimeters above it, and embedded itself in the headrest of the front seat, spitting out a clump of white stuffing.

Conan was startled. He quickly hid under the passenger seat, not daring to move, his heart pounding in his throat.

He had seen dead people, many dead people.

But that was at the crime scene, in a safe environment, and after everything had already ended.

These are completely different concepts.

Bullets are flying, gunshots are ringing out, and he could be shot in the head at any moment!

This feeling is completely different from standing in a crime scene cordoned off and looking at a body covered with a white sheet.

In that instant, he felt an emotion he had never experienced before!

It wasn't tension, it wasn't excitement, but the purest, most primal, and most naked fear.

Conan mentally berated himself: Why did you get on that bus?! Are you out of your mind?! What kind of hero are you trying to be?! If you die, you'll lose everything!!

But there's no going back now.

Lin Shen sat in the back row, his face showing no sign of panic.

He glanced out the window through the smashed rear window.

About 150 meters ahead at the intersection, there were two black police SUVs parked. Five or six SAT officers in full combat uniforms were standing behind the vehicles. Some were kneeling next to the front of the vehicles and firing their guns, while others were leaning against utility poles on the side of the road and firing in this direction.

Their marksmanship was excellent; bullets struck the Hummer continuously, producing a dense clanging sound.

The edge of the dial was cracked by a ricocheting bullet, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the windshield.

Lin Shen looked at the SAT team members shooting at him and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He had realized something.

In terms of tactical skills, individual combat proficiency, and marksmanship accuracy, he simply cannot compare with these rigorously trained professional counter-terrorism team members.

They had undergone thousands of hours of training and fired hundreds of thousands of rounds of ammunition; their teamwork was as seamless as that of a precision machine.

For an ordinary person like myself, who relies on system cheats and is a latecomer to the field, to insist on going head-to-head with these people in their area of ​​expertise is just asking for trouble.

But people should shine in their areas of expertise.

Lin Shen knew that his advantage had never been tactical skills or marksmanship.

His only advantages are two: armor with unlimited endurance and heavy firepower that is completely unrestricted!

Having figured this out, Lin Shen decided to stop acting.

He pulled an M134 six-barreled Gatling gun directly from the system.

The gun had a dull metallic sheen, and its six barrels, arranged side by side, reflected a cold white light in the sunlight streaming through the broken car window.

Lin Shen lifted the heavy weapon, which weighed nearly 20 kilograms, with one hand, then pushed open the sunroof of the Hummer and leaned half of his body out.

He positioned the Gatling gun on the edge of the skylight, aiming it at the SAT team members who were still firing.

The SAT team members also saw him.

They saw the man leaning out from the roof of the Hummer, and the six-barreled Gatling gun mounted in front of him.

Everyone's movements became visibly sluggish, and some even subconsciously took half a step back.

It's an instinctive fear of overwhelming firepower written deep in the human gene pool!

Seeing the panic and fear on the faces of the SAT team members, Lin Shen grinned maliciously and pulled the trigger.

A sharp, deep hum as the motor started up, and the six gun barrels began to spin faster, going from low speed to high speed in less than half a second.

Then—da ...

A dense barrage of bullets erupted from the gun barrel, forming a metallic whip almost visible to the naked eye, sweeping across the street ahead.

The bullets tore open the asphalt on the road, sending up gravel and dust like a fountain.

The bodies of several cars parked on the roadside were riddled with bullet holes, and the sounds of shattering windows and tearing metal blended together to create a tooth-grinding metallic symphony.

The SAT team at the front made their choice the instant the Gatling gun opened fire!

Everyone simultaneously abandoned their firing positions and retreated rapidly towards the buildings and vehicles on both sides.

No one gave the order, and no one could remain calm at that moment. Well-trained tactical skills were completely meaningless in the face of this long metal whip made of bullets.

Those who ran fast managed to dive behind cover.

Those who were slow... some hadn't even taken three steps before the long metal whip swept across their waists, as if they had been cut in half by an invisible giant blade, their upper and lower bodies separated in a posture completely contrary to human anatomy.

Watermelon juice sprayed out in an instant, creating a gruesome abstract painting on the wall behind them.

Another person tried to hide behind a wall by the roadside, thinking that the concrete brick wall, which was about 30 centimeters thick, would provide him with enough security.

Then, the Gatling bullet tore through the wall like paper, brick fragments and concrete shards shattering behind him, the bullet striking his back with its remaining force after penetrating the wall.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he collapsed forward into the dust.