Super Detective in the Fictional World

“Flares?” Luke thought about it, and a possibility emerged in his mind.

Boom!

At this moment, all of a sudden, a loud noise shook the battleship.

This is a lot more noisy than the first one, like... the battleship main cannon fired?

Cannonball? That's impossible.

The main cannon has a tremendous power, but it can never be used to fight planes, and is usually used only to attack positions on land or… ships?

Luke moved in his heart, thinking about the submarine, and thinking about some unprofessional cook.

This Ray Baker guy... isn't crazy enough to bombard a submarine with a warship main artillery?

If it succeeds, it will be the last ship to sink the Montana.

A moment later, the battleship shook again, making another loud noise.

Luke thought he was right.

Even in the lower compartment, he overheard many cheers.

He turned to Nash and said, "Wanna go out and take a look? Listen to this cheer, it must be the SEALs. ”

Nash got nervous and grabbed the gun in his hand, but said immediately, "Okay, okay. ”

Luke said to the three women: "Stay here and keep quiet. Let's go see what happens, as if the rescue troops have arrived. ”

The three women nodded only.

A moment later, Nash looked ecstatically at the sailors on the deck cheering for hugs and shouting, “We won, we won. ”

Luke laughed too: Finally, no more pretending to be a good baby coward.

He patted Nash on the shoulder: "Private Nash, I need you to go down with me and connect the three beautiful ladies together, and it's not a gentleman's behavior to scare them. ”

Nashrin nodded, “No problem, let's go! ”

Saying, the guy jumped down and actually acted a little childish.

Luke just laughed and followed.

Private Nash looked at his early twenties at the most and looked almost as good as he did.

The young Private had just been pointed at by two bandits, not killed halfway through Luke, and Nash could have been killed.

Now, all the dust settles.

For a young man, escaping death must have been a wonderful feeling.

Go down and bring the three ladies up, then back to the original compartment, and let everyone change their shoes and get on the deck together.

Many of the sailors who were cheering saw the pedestrian and were a little stunned.

Are you kidding? The two beautiful girls who came to the show are fine?

Luke leaves a little bit of three beautiful women, measuring them four times.

All of the holsters and stuff he snatched were thrown into the sea, his gear retrieved the storage space, and now he's dressed up again in his sportswear, unobtrusive.

Two special forces dressed in full gear quickly walked over and looked at them strangely: "Who are you? What are you doing here? ”

They didn't raise their guns. After all, Luke was unarmed at first glance, and three women were still wearing high heels.

It's not a movie. Few women can jump and kill like numb in high heels.

When Luke looked at the costumes of the two men, he knew that 78 out of 10 was the SEAL commando team he had just taken out as a front.

He hurried forward and quickly identified himself, calling Nash, who was not far away and embraced by the sailors: "Private Nash can prove it to us. And the chef on the battleship, who seems to be Ray Baker, can prove who we are. ”

Two SEALs heard Ray Baker's name, looked at him, one walked away and contacted him with a walkie-talkie, and the other asked Nash.

A moment later, the walking SEAL returned and spoke with Nash's teammates in ears to determine the situation.

One of them nodded: "Okay, we've identified you. But this is a battleship, so you can go back to the cabin before now and wait for us to finish here... ”

Luke raised his hand, as the elementary students asked: "Sir, I'm fine. But look at these three… they're all just weak women, and today they've been frightened enough. If so, can we send them ashore first? ”

The SEAL wanted to say no, but as Luke looked at the three women beside him, the NO stuck in the mouth.

Assistant Mana can only be considered an ordinary beauty, but Sheila and Taylor have a bright, blind look for soldiers.

He couldn't help but swallow that fast exit NO again: "Well, wait a minute, let me ask you something. ”

Luke said, “Thank you very much, sir. ”

He twisted and squeezed his eyes at the three women.

Sheila responded fastest, being the oldest in the world, and immediately bowed down slightly: "Thank you very much for your help. ”

Mana didn't hesitate to do it, only Taylor was a little confused, but Sheila smashed her lower arm slightly, came along slightly and thanked her.

Thanks to the three women, the eyes of the two SEALs were a little straight.

Sheila's state-of-the-art body, slightly bowed, graceful and exquisite.

Taylor was more exaggerated, with a small, close-back top wrapped around a magnificent mountain peak, with more aggressive and direct impact.

Both SEALs nodded unconsciously, then returned to their senses a moment later, smiling embarrassingly, and walked to the side to contact their superiors.

At this moment, a pedestrian walked by the side of the boat, Luke's eyes tipped, hurriedly greeting him: "Chef! Chef Ray Baker. ”

A tall, pulled figure stood still and looked at him with amazement: "Hey, are you here? ”

Luke's face was full of innocence: "Yeah, it's the ocean, we can't walk. ”

Rebecca stared at him for a moment, and the corner of his mouth suddenly rose: "Thank you, I'll help. ”

Luke was stunned, but nodded: "Thank you so much. ”

That's when he looked at a guy next to Rebecca and nodded, "Agent Flagg, what a coincidence. ”

The man next to Rebecca was FBI Agent Flagg, whom Luke had just met.

He nodded somewhere: “What a coincidence. ”

Rebecca's gaze went back and forth between the two: "Do you know each other? ”

Luke laughed: “I just saw it a while ago. ”

Flagg didn't say anything, just nodded.

Rebecca squinted her eyes and still had that smiley, non-smiling look on her face.

For a moment, he turned his head and said a few words to one of the seals next to him before turning again to Luke: "Okay, half an hour at most, they'll take you back to shore by helicopter. ”

Luke hey, smile, pull a card out of his pocket: "Thanks, come to LA sometime, you can contact me. ”