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

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The Gatling gun's roar exploded across the open area of ​​the dock, even more deafening than on the narrow streets.

The torrent of bullets swept out in a fan shape from the entrance of the dock like an invisible scythe of death.

The first SAT member standing next to the roadblock didn't even have time to dodge before being hit in the chest and abdomen by five or six bullets fired in quick succession.

He was sent flying backward as if struck head-on by a sledgehammer, crashing heavily into the SUV behind him before sliding down and leaving a shocking bloodstain on the vehicle.

The team member hiding behind the container tried to stick half his body out to return fire, but Lin Shen's gun barrel swept across him the moment he peeked out.

Gatling gun bullets struck the metal panels of the container, producing a dense, sharp sound like sheet metal being frantically torn apart.

The metal of the shipping container was riddled with bullet holes, and sunlight shone through them, creating countless tiny beams of light inside the container.

The SAT member hiding in the back was hit in the thigh by a bullet that pierced through the metal. He screamed and fell to his knees, blood quickly staining his combat pants.

Lin Shen didn't even bother aiming—he didn't need to aim at all.

His gun barrel was like a never-ending industrial-grade sweeper, covering all obstacles that might be inhabited.

He didn't miss a thing: shipping containers, stacked wooden crates, trailers parked nearby, concrete blocks, and even the depressions on the dock floor that looked like hiding places.

He swept bullets over every obstacle, making sure not to miss anyone who might pose a threat to him.

The SAT team members who were still trying to fight back were completely overwhelmed by his relentless firepower, and they even began to hide behind cover in fear.

Because their bunkers wouldn't last long against Gatling gun fire.

These elite soldiers, who had received the highest level of counter-terrorism training in Japan, experienced at that moment the most primitive, powerless, and despairing feeling on the battlefield.

Faced with overwhelming firepower, all tactics are nonsense.

This isn't law enforcement, this is war!!

This is not a counter-terrorism operation; this is a one-sided massacre!

The remaining SAT team members hid behind their respective positions and quickly exchanged a few brief messages through their headsets.

No one uttered the word "retreat," but everyone could hear in each other's breath an emotion they had never experienced in their entire careers—fear.

Finally, the squad leader gritted his teeth and gave the order in a dry voice through his earpiece: "Attention all personnel... Abandon the position and evacuate the dock."

No one objected, no one hesitated.

The surviving SAT members dragged their wounded comrades and retreated from behind their respective bunkers as quickly as possible, disappearing into the cluster of buildings near the dock.

Lin Shen watched the retreating figures and let out a contemptuous sneer from beneath his mask: "Finally, you know how to retreat."

He looked down and patted the roof of the car: "Stop the car."

The Hummer screeched to a halt at the edge of the dock, its tires leaving two short black rubber tracks on the concrete.

Lin Shen flipped over and jumped out of the sunroof, casually tossing the empty Gatling gun back into the back seat of the Hummer.

After he got out of the car, he looked at Kogoro Mouri, who was trembling in the driver's seat.

Lin Shen smiled and patted the other person on the shoulder, praising, "You drove well, very steadily! This is your reward!"

As he spoke, he took out more than a dozen stacks of ten thousand yen bills from his backpack and threw them at Kogoro Mouri, saying, "I'll come back to you next time!!"

After hearing this, Kogoro Mouri was on the verge of tears!

He really wanted to say: "No way! Don't you dare contact me again!! If you keep contacting me, the police will think I'm your accomplice!!"

But Kogoro Mouri dared not speak, and could not even force a smile; his face remained uncontrollably filled with panic.

Lin Shen strode towards the white passenger ship docked at the pier.

The passengers on the ship were in complete chaos.

They heard bursts of gunfire and explosions in the distance. Everyone huddled in the cabin; some were crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands, some were sobbing quietly, and the crew members were pale-faced, unsure of how to cope with the situation.

The captain stood at the door of the cockpit, clutching a walkie-talkie in his hand. His expression showed both fear and hesitation, as if he was considering whether to start the engine and force the ship to leave port.

Lin Shen jumped onto the deck of the passenger ship, pulled out his pistol, strode into the cockpit, pointed the gun at the captain's chest, and said in a deep voice behind his mask, "Start the ship."

The captain looked at the still-warm pistol in his hand, then glanced through the cockpit window at the motionless bodies in black combat uniforms lying on the dock.

He swallowed hard, said nothing, turned around, and quickly started the engine.

The passenger ship's diesel engine emitted a deep, powerful roar, the hull trembled slightly, and it began to slowly leave the dock.

Kogoro Mouri and Conan, who had just woken up, watched as the passenger ship left a white trail on the water in the harbor, getting farther and farther away.

Kogoro Mouri was still holding onto the car door with one hand, his legs were going weak, and his entire weight was barely maintained by the arm supporting him on the car door.

He felt that his knees could bend at any moment.

His gaze swept across the dock ahead, where the bodies of SAT team members lay scattered on the ground, their blood meandering across the gray cement and flowing into the seawater at the edge of the dock, forming patches of dark red stains.

The shipping containers riddled with bullet holes from the Gatling gun fire were covered in craters and shattered concrete fragments. The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.

He swallowed hard, feeling his throat as dry as if it had been sanded with sandpaper.

Conan stood next to Kogoro Mouri, a bloodstain on his face that stretched from his cheekbone to his jawline had begun to scab over, and the back of his head still throbbed faintly.

His gaze was also fixed on the departing passenger ship, but his expression was different from Kogoro Mouri's pure lingering fear.

His eyes held a complex mix of anger, helplessness, and resentment. He stood there, his hands clenched into fists, his nails almost digging into his palms.

Conan has never felt so powerless as he does today.

The dead in the Kuroiwa mansion, Asai Narumi's choice, the SAT member shot in front of the hotel, and the humiliation of being kicked unconscious in the back seat of that Hummer!

All these images and feelings churned, collided, and intertwined wildly in his mind, giving him an unprecedented sense of anger and frustration.

He couldn't protect anyone, he couldn't even stop that person from leaving!

His reasoning is worthless in the face of those fingers that pull the trigger.

At that moment, three SAT members rushed out from behind the dock building, their guns pointed directly at Kogoro Mouri and Conan.

The leader's eyes were bloodshot; he had just lost at least half of his colleagues and was now on the verge of emotional collapse.

He shouted sternly, "Don't move! Hands up! Kneel down!"

The voice carried an undisguised murderous intent, as if it could pull the trigger at any moment.

Kogoro Mouri and Conan raised their hands at the same time.

They didn't hesitate for even a second, because they could tell from the eyes of those SAT members that these men were really going to shoot now.

Kogoro Mori cried out, his voice trembling with emotion, "We're tourists! Tourists! We've been kidnapped by that guy!"

"He forced me to drive! You can check! You can check the hotel records!"

Conan quickly chimed in, "Yes! Yes! You can check it out if you don't believe me! We're victims too!"

But the SAT team members are in no mood to verify any information right now.

They had just experienced the most devastating battle of their careers, with so many dead and not a single hair left on the enemy's head.

This anger and frustration need an outlet.

One of the SAT members strode forward, and without saying a word, swung the butt of his rifle and smashed it with all his might onto the back of Kogoro Mouri's head.

With a muffled thud, Kogoro Mouri's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground like a felled log, twitching twice before going completely still.

Conan looked at Kogoro Mouri lying on the ground in horror and quickly said, "I'm a child!! You don't have to be so violent!"

Another SAT member walked up to him and mercilessly smashed his forehead with the butt of his rifle.

Bang.

Conan felt as if his brain had been hit head-on by a truck; his vision went white for a moment, then quickly dimmed.

His body slumped down, and the SAT team member tossed him to the ground like trash. His head hit the concrete with a dull thud.

Then everything fell silent.