Super Detective in the Fictional World

Suddenly, Luke looked to the side of the boat and a dark shadow broke through the sea, rushing towards the helicopter in the air in an alarming atmosphere.

The helicopter's driver also reacted slowly, and the fuselage quickly strayed towards the side.

The shadow swept over 10 metres below the helicopter, far enough to attack it, but the drivers and the special forces that were surrendering were all screaming.

Because this sudden attack did not hit the helicopter, but the four ropes that drowned could not be avoided.

The shadow swept through two of the ropes, and huge forces instantly brought the helicopter to a halt, knocking it out half a turn and shooting it into the sea.

Without having to look closely, Luke knew that the helicopter and the special forces that had surrendered down there were dead.

Those shadows eat people.

A moment later, a small mountain-like shadow rises slowly from the surface of the sea and several thick shadows adsorb onto the cruise ship, supporting it and climbing onto the back deck of the cruise ship.

At this point, Luke can hear the hull squeaking hard and the whole hull tilting slightly backwards.

The Atlantic is a giant ship with nearly 90,000 tons of empty tonnage and is now shaken by this huge black shadow.

“What a ghost!” Luke mumbled.

In the face of this horrible giant in front of us, Luke's constant fear became a reality, and that's —— what happens to him once he faces a supermassive opponent.

This super "big seafood” in front of us is huge and has a lot of limbs, and it weighs 1,000 tons or 2,000 tons, and Luke can't tell for sure.

If you have to describe its shape, you can probably choose between octopus, squid, and squid, but it's not very similar.

He got through to Golden Block, and he said, "You're looking at this big octopus, okay? ”

The golden clock hiding in the distance to watch the battle answered: “On its own, I have to eat it openly for a year... right? ”

Luke: “I mean symbiotic control, not letting you eat it. ”

“But it looks delicious, much like the one you made me... grilled squid?” Golden Cubes said, drooling came down when he couldn't help it.

Luke: “Although it does look like squid, it's alive. How do you eat it? So can you control it? ”

The gold block was silent for a moment, and he said, "I think it's irritating. Are you sure you want me to symbiotize with it? ”

Luke thought of something that Gold had confessed to Selena, a moment of silence, or rejected the idea: "Never mind, you keep an eye on Robert and them, make sure they're safe, and you don't worry about me. ”

Gold Bulk: “Are you sure? You don't have a big suction cup on the tip of this big squid's toe. ”

Luke: "As long as it messes up, I'll kill it. Do you believe it? ”

Gold: “… I believe. ”

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Luke hung up on the comms and kept an eye on this big guy.

The hilly giant octopus proceeded on the deck, swallowing the bodies scattered by the Special Forces.

It devours these bodies not with the mouth on the head, but with the kind of mouthpiece that tends to the tip of the hand, which also has dense, numb spikes on the edges of the tentacles, which is completely different from normal octopus.

Speaking of form, this guy is a little bit like some kind of monster Luke first saw in Rumford town.

Octopus like a hill moves at a seemingly clumsy speed, actually quickly, and quickly reaches the entrance.

Its tentacles tear open easily.

Luke doesn't have that power.

That's the deck of a ship welded together with all kinds of steel, but it can't resist the horrible brutality of the seafood.

Luke Moore retreated, his mind spinning a single thought.

Finally, the monster squeezed into a tiny deck cave and... marched towards the bottom lobby.

This guy's not headed for the tourists in the lobby, is he? Luke muttered in his heart.

At his feet, he had circled the octopus' ass and quickly picked up two scattered SWAT M4A1 and a HK416, pointing no hesitation at the octopus'... head.

If that ten-metre-tall elliptical sphere is really its head.

The octopus screamed painfully, but did not return, but continued down, just a few tentacles swept in like a giant python.

The rifle in Luke's hand kept firing, switching to the other one immediately after emptying the magazine, maintaining an uninterrupted fire output.

Unlike the previous bandits, his shooting was incredibly precise, all on the lap of these tentacle pointers, and these tentacles twisted wildly.

And once the bullet was fired, he removed the backup magazine from the storage space and replaced it.

The benefits of his constant use of the M4A1 are here, its magazines and HK416, as well as most AR rifles, are the most common firearms in various fighting units in the United States.

The three rifles took turns, the bullets fired fast and at a rhythm, and soon Luke blew the tips of several tentacles.

Even if the octopus is a peculiar species, it's a little unbearable.

Whether invertebrates are in pain or not was once conclusive, but now Luke is not so sure.

In his previous surroundings, he had noticed that the octopus should feel the pain.

Or the shooting will make it uncomfortable.

No one knows if it's pain.

And in front of this amazing octopus, the rifle bullet may be a fine needle for it, but it certainly doesn't feel very good if a person is madly stabbed hundreds of times on the tip of a finger by a fine needle.

The octopus reacted by retracting its tentacles, blocking itself with its roughest back-end tentacles and continuing down.

Luke's eyebrows wrinkled: Does this guy have to eat those tourists?

He suddenly pulled a barrel of that unknown substance out of the storage space and threw it onto the stern deck.

Dozens of meters after this barrel of unknown material was thrown, he raised his hand and shot.

Boom!

The milk bucket was punched through and a piece of white flower milk was sprinkled on a large deck.

The octopus was unresponsive and moving on.

Luke frowned and remembered, taking out all those milk buckets.

Sensitive olfactory analysis for a moment, he took out a barrel, threw it again hard on the back deck and smashed it to pieces.

A brilliant ruby liquid dissipates from the bursting milk barrel.

A few seconds later, the bizarre octopus, still advancing, suddenly suddenly took a beating, radically changed direction and rushed to the stern.

Luke leaped a few lengths and jumped to the side, watching the mountain-like piece of software squeeze out of the cave on the deck and reach for the red liquid with his tentacles.

Soon, the tentacles touched the little beach of liquid, shaking slightly.

In Luke's sight, he even found a tentacle that he had smashed to the tip and recovered wildly.