Super Detective in the Fictional World

Tentacles that come into contact with red liquid recover at a rate comparable to a movie stunt - a stunt in which the flesh grows from wound to full length, only for a few dozen seconds.

Luke turned his mind and looked at the big head of the globe, waving excitedly, and suddenly he took a glass bottle out of the storage space again, and laughed in his heart: there was a better color to taste.

Gently throw the glass bottle high above the head with your hands.

As he threw the bottle, he had raised the gun in his hand, quickly adjusted the state, and pointed it over his head, and the bottle that was about to fall was two shots.

Boom, boom!

A slice of yellow-green slurry sprayed out with broken glass, just like a brain door.

The brains that were swinging joyfully suddenly paused and then swayed wildly.

A hint of smoke drifts from the yellow-green slurry on its head.

As the naked eye can see, that body is like being eaten wildly by an invisible ant, depressed.

Luke looked at the big monster and his mouth rose: “You're not the only big monster I've ever seen. ”

Big seafood hurts like crazy, and a tentacle goes backwards and smokes it in his head.

Unfortunately, this is useless, and corrosive acids from the isoforms cannot be solved by smoking their own heads.

The rifle in Luke's hand fired again, this time all at the gap in the head of the seafood.

Big seafood screams more intensely.

Originally only the acid that corroded the epidermis, the bullets fired opened up new channels, flowing smoothly into the deeper body.

Luke took his own special M500 revolver out of the storage space with great certainty.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Five bursts of armour-piercing bullets opened deeper passages on the big head.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Five high-explosive rounds of fire and the sound of a fine explosion opened up these new corridors even more dramatically.

The octopus became unbearable, and the whole body began to curl, with dozens of tentacles slamming indiscriminately on the deck.

Luke put the revolver away, did not retreat, advanced more than ten meters, and a glass bottle filled with isomorphic acid appeared continuously in his hands, looking for a void, and threw it into the wound of his brain.

Avoiding the giant tentacles swept wildly around, Luke was like a kitten flexibly dodged in the hands of a giant, throwing ten glass bottles at the wounds of a giant octopus in succession before retreating and pulling out the M500 revolver again.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Five high-explosive bullets hit the octopus head wound again and burst into flames.

The seafood suddenly stopped and trembled.

Standing back, Luke can see that the shadow area in his head wound is expanding rapidly —— a body corroded by isomorphic acid.

The seafood was there like electricity overflowing for seconds and finally moved again.

This time it's not struggling, it's crazily rolling back and forth on the boat.

Huge cruises are tossed around by this gesture and seem to be about to overthrow.

Luke was also helpless: how thick is this seafood? The anomalous acid fluids have corroded this guy for almost a minute.

It is true that being big is also an advantage! At least trying to kill it is harder than I imagined.

Luke thought that the rifle in his hand was once again turning to sprinkle salt on the wounds of the sea food.

Thick skin? Then help you taste faster. He's got a hard heart.

More than ten seconds later, a huge burst of noise sounded at the surface of the ocean, Luke's stupid eyes: because... the ocean is falling.

The guy rolled over and rolled over, and the last one rolled into the ocean and never floated again.

Only the turbulent currents swept under the cruise ship for a moment, and then the movement became smaller and smaller.

Luke, with his forehead in his hand: Isn't this bizarre octopus going to get away so cleverly? Is it because your brain is big and your brain capacity is big?

At this point, the system prompt came, proving his speculation.

System: Defeat the Mutant Deep Sea Trolley attack and save all cruise ship personnel from mission completion.

Total mission experience 52400, points 52400.

Mission contribution rate is 100%, gain experience 52400, points 52400.

System: Experience reached 70,000, host character upgraded to level 14.

Experience: 9280 (this is the experience acquired at this level) 90000 (this is the experience required at this level)

5 basis points remaining.

What a surprise!

That octopus would really kill everyone on the cruise.

Thus, Luke's repelling of it would have saved the lives of more than a thousand tourists and hundreds of staff on board.

Judging by the number of experience points, the number is likely to exceed 2,500.

Luke can only regret that the airborne rate of the Atlantic cruise is a bit high this time.

With the ship fully loaded to accommodate 2600 tourists, plus around a thousand staff, the earnings from experience points can be greatly increased.

Even so, a harvest of more than 50,000 experience points at a time is a tremendous one he has never had.

On the other hand, the system hint also means that the bizarre octopus is not dead.

Perhaps after falling into the water, the water dilutes the isomeric acid solution, or maybe it's not even enough of a dozen bottles of the isomeric acid solution.

If the isoform acid solution is stronger, we should also talk about quantity and concentration.

It cannot corrode the Earth in a single drop, nor can it turn the entire ocean into acid in a single drop.

However, this deep-sea troll is quite distinct from octopus in its appearance, but some acts are similar to octopus.

For example, Luke dropped this giant tentacle in front of him.

In the struggle just now, the octopus actually broke a tentacle and escaped, which is the result of the pain in the head?

Luke sang for a moment, sweeping at the giant tentacles not far away, and went back to find Robert.

When he walked in, he smiled at Robert and said, "Okay, now I need to find someone to take care of the tail. I'll use the phone. ”

Robert passed the satellite phone straight through.

Luke dialed a number: “Hello, this is Luke Coulson. I have something here. You better hurry, or someone will have to get ahead of you...”

A few minutes later, he hung up, and he saw Robert's face unknown: “What's wrong? ”

Robert sighed, "Rick Flagg, chief of operations at an FBI department, right? ”

Luke said, "Do you know him? ”

Robert nodded, “Wait, let me talk to him. ”

Luke: "… OK. I'm going to stay on deck. There's something there that no one can touch. ”

Robert: “Okay, you go. ”

Luke walked out of the room, walked a few steps, and the walkie-talkie rang: “I smell food, it's delicious, it's delicious. ”

Luke was stunned: “What? ”

“The big guy on the deck, and some liquid on the ground, looks delicious." A dog's head continues to sound.

Luke thought for a moment, "Better than lobster and king crab? ”