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

Lin Shen's gaze swept across the battlefield.

He saw a dark gun barrel flash behind a second-floor window across the street.

A SAT sniper had already set up his gun behind that window.

He could even see the sniper's focused and calm gaze through the half-open window.

The sniper pulled the trigger.

A 7.62mm sniper bullet struck Lin Shen precisely in the center of his forehead. The bullet felt as if it had hit an ultra-hard alloy steel plate when it made contact with his skin.

With a crisp clang, the bullet flew out and left a shallow dent in the wall.

The sniper's eyes widened suddenly behind the scope!

His brain was momentarily unable to process what he had just seen!

I clearly hit the opponent in the head, the point of impact was exactly right, but the bullet bounced off??

That's impossible!!

No known ballistic material can completely deflect a full-power bullet fired from a sniper rifle at that distance and angle.

But the facts were right in front of him.

The sniper instinctively tried to pull the bolt and load a second bullet, but he no longer had the chance.

Lin Shen had already turned his gun around.

The muzzle flashes of the Gatling gun's six barrels were still clearly visible in broad daylight, and the dense bullets shattered the window and half of the surrounding wall like a rainstorm.

The sniper's body twitched twice behind the shattered window, then fell silently to the ground.

Lin Shen felt like he was playing whack-a-mole.

Wherever the Gatling gun went, all obstacles were smashed to pieces.

He doesn't need to aim precisely, calculate the trajectory, or adjust his breathing.

All he had to do was aim his gun at any possible hiding place he saw, then pull the trigger and use the bullet to physically destroy that location along with everything behind it.

This feeling can be summed up in one word: awesome!!

The Gatling gun's ammunition belt was rapidly depleting in the canvas bag at his feet, and spent cartridges bounced off the edge of the sunroof like scalding raindrops, splattering onto the roof and rear seats of the Hummer.

Several hot bullet casings landed next to Conan, who was curled up in his chair, and the heat made him shrink even further into the corner.

Conan's heart never slowed down from the very beginning.

He had never experienced anything like this before.

The gunfire was so intense that it almost became a continuous, uninterrupted roar. The sounds of bullets hitting the car, the ground, and the walls came from all directions, making it impossible for him to tell which bullet would hit him or which would whiz past his ear.

Conan's back was completely soaked with cold sweat, and a shallow cut on his cheek from a piece of broken glass had appeared sometime during the night, with a trickle of blood dripping down his chin.

But he didn't even feel pain because his entire nervous system was occupied by fear, leaving no room for pain.

He now has only one thought in his mind: I'm still alive, I'm actually still alive.

The Gatling gun's barrel rotation finally began to slow down.

The last bullet on the feed belt was pushed into the chamber and fired.

Then the sound of the motor changed from a sharp roar to a slow idling, and finally stopped completely.

The ventilation holes on the surface of the six gun barrels were still emitting hot white steam, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and burnt metal.

Lin Shen looked down and patted the roof of the car, then said to Kogoro Mouri, who was trembling all over in the driver's seat, "Drive faster. The dock is just ahead."

Kogoro Mouri was shaking the most.

His fingers were trembling uncontrollably, causing the entire steering wheel to wobble slightly.

He heard the Gatling gun on the roof go from roaring to silence, and heard the man say in an extremely calm tone, "Drive faster."

He felt his throat was so dry he couldn't make a sound, so he could only nod mechanically and then step on the accelerator with his still trembling right leg.

The Hummer's engine let out a deep roar, and the vehicle's speed suddenly increased as it sped towards the dock.

Conan realized it in that instant.

This is his last chance.

Once the car arrived at the dock and Lin Shen boarded the ship, he had no way to stop the other party from leaving.

His hand unconsciously reached for the watch-shaped tranquilizer gun on his wrist.

Conan took a deep breath, then slowly sat up, opened the scope, and aimed at Lin Shen's lower body.

However, he was embarrassed to discover that Lin Shen had wrapped himself up completely, with not a single inch of skin showing!

The anesthetic needle can't be inserted!

Conan had no choice but to grit his teeth and be even bolder!

He cautiously reached out, trying to grab Lin Shen's trouser leg, intending to roll it up and then inject an anesthetic needle into his ankle!

His movements were very light, almost silent.

Lin Shen felt his trouser leg being tugged.

He looked down and saw Conan squatting next to the seat, one hand pulling up his trouser leg.

The two exchanged a brief glance.

Conan then gave an awkward but polite smile and said, "You...you have bullet casings on your trouser leg, I...I'll help you check them!"

Then Lin Shen raised his right foot and kicked Conan in the face with precision and without mercy.

Conan fell backward, his head hitting the plastic floor under the passenger seat with a dull thud.

Conan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and a violent wave of dizziness spread from the back of his head, sweeping over his entire brain like a tidal wave.

His vision turned into a blurry gray within seconds, and then went completely dark.

Kogoro Mouri glanced at Conan, but he didn't have the energy to care about him at the moment!

He focused all his attention on controlling the steering wheel and accelerator, afraid that if he lost focus, he would drive the car into the ditch or hit some obstacle.

All he wanted now was to live, and to get this guy to the docks as quickly as possible!

The Hummer finally broke through the last stretch of street covered in bullets and gravel, and the view suddenly opened up—the dock had arrived.

But the scene at the dock was not pleasant.

Bright yellow police tape had been set up ahead, and three police SUVs were parked horizontally at the entrance to the dock, serving as temporary roadblocks.

About seven or eight SAT team members were scattered around the dock. Some were crouching behind stacked containers, some were lying behind the SUV, and some were standing under the eaves of the dock warehouse.

Their guns were all pointed at the black Hummer that was approaching at high speed.

Lin Shen loaded the ammunition feed belt into the Gatling gun.

The motor restarted.

The six barrels started rotating again.

Then he pulled the trigger again.