"A flare?" Luke thought for a moment, and a possibility popped up in his mind.
Boom!
At that moment, there was a deafening explosion, and the warship shook.
It was much louder than the first explosion. It sounded like … the warship's main cannon had opened fire?
Was it going to hit a plane with a cannon? That was impossible.
The main cannon was extremely powerful, but it couldn't be used to hit a plane. It was usually only used to attack positions on land or … ships?
Luke's heart skipped a beat as he thought of the submarine and a certain chef who didn't do his job properly.
Was Laybecker crazy enough to blow up the submarine with the warship's main cannon?
If they succeeded, this would be the last ship the USS Montana sank.
A moment later, the warship shook again with another deafening explosion.
Luke felt that his guess was correct.
Even in the lower cabins, he could vaguely hear the cheers of many people.
He said to Nash, "Let's go take a look? Judging from the cheers, the SEALs must've arrived. "
Nash grew nervous and tightened his grip on his gun, but he immediately agreed. "Okay, okay."
Luke said to the three women, "Stay here and don't make a sound. Let's go take a look. It seems that reinforcements have arrived."
The three women could only nod.
Moments later, Nash was wild with joy as he looked at the marines cheering and hugging on the deck. He shouted loudly, "We've won! We've won!"
Luke smiled too. He finally didn't have to pretend to be a coward anymore.
He patted Nash's shoulder and said, "Private Nash, I need you to go down with me and pick up the three beautiful ladies. It's not gentlemanly to make them scared."
Nash nodded quickly. "No problem. Let's go!"
As he spoke, he skipped down the stairs in a childish manner.
Luke simply followed him with a smile.
Private Nash looked to be in his early twenties at most, and his face was almost as young as Luke's.
The young private had been held at gunpoint by two criminals just now. If Luke hadn't intervened, Nash might've been killed.
Now, everything was settled.
For a young man, escaping death was definitely a wonderful feeling.
Luke went down to pick up the three ladies. He then returned to the first cabin and had everybody put on their shoes before they went up to the deck.
Many of the marines who were cheering were stunned when they saw this group of people.
Are you kidding me? The two beauties who came to perform were actually fine?
Luke moved a little away from the three beauties and looked around.
He threw all the holsters and other things he had looted into the sea, and his own equipment was put back into the inventory. Now he was dressed in sportswear again, inconspicuous.
Two fully-equipped special forces soldiers quickly walked over and looked at them with a strange expression. "Who are you? Why are you here? "
They didn't raise their guns. After all, it was obvious that Luke and the others weren't armed, and the three women were wearing high heels.
This wasn't a movie. There weren't many women who could run around in high heels and kill people like flies.
Looking at their outfits, Luke knew that they were most likely the SEALs that he had used as a cover just now.
He hastily took a step forward, and swiftly stated his identity. At the same time, he called over Nash, who was hugging the marines nearby. "This is Private Nash, he can testify for us. The chef on the warship, I think his name is Laybecker. He can also prove who we are. "
Hearing Laybecker's name, the two SEALs looked at each other. One of them walked away and used the walkie-talkie to contact him, while the other asked Nash.
A moment later, the SEALs returned and whispered in the other's ear to confirm the situation.
One of them nodded. "Okay, we've confirmed your identities. But this is a warship, so you can go back to the cabin until we're done here … "
Luke raised his hand and asked like a primary school student, "Sir, that's fine with me. But look at these three … They're just weak women, and they've suffered enough today. If possible, can you send them ashore first? "
The SEALs wanted to refuse, but when Luke looked at the three women next to him, he was instantly stuck in his throat.
Mona could only be considered an ordinary beauty, but Sheerah and Tyler were so good-looking that they could almost blind a soldier's eyes.
He couldn't help but swallow the "no" that he was about to say. "Then, wait a moment. I'll ask for you."
Luke said gratefully, "Thank you very much, sir."
He then turned around and winked at the three women.
Sheerah was the quickest to react. She was the most experienced, and immediately bowed slightly. "Thank you very much for your help."
Mona did as she was told without hesitation. Only Taylor was a little confused, but when Sheerah nudged her elbow, she realized what was going on and also thanked them.
The two SEALs stared blankly at the three women's sweet gratitude.
Sheerah's figure was top-notch, and her slight bow was elegant and graceful.
Taylor was even more exaggerated. Her close-fitting top was wrapped around a magnificent mountain, and the impact was even more ferocious and direct.
The two SEALs subconsciously nodded. A moment later, they came back to themselves and went to contact their superiors with awkward smiles.
At that moment, a group of people walked past the side of the ship. Luke's eyes were sharp, and he hurriedly called out, "Chef! Chef! Chef Laybecker! "
A tall and sturdy figure stopped in his tracks and looked over in surprise. "Huh? You guys are here?"
Luke said innocently, "That's right. We can't leave on the ocean."
Laybecker stared at him for a moment, before his lips suddenly curled up. "Thank you. I'll put in a good word for you."
Luke was stumped for a moment, but he still nodded. "Thank you very much."
At that moment, he looked at the person next to Laybecker and nodded in greeting. "Agent Flegg, what a coincidence."
The person next to Laybecker was none other than Agent Flegg, who Luke had met not long ago.
He nodded with a strange expression on his face. "What a … coincidence."
Laybecker looked back and forth between the two of them. "Do you know each other?"
Luke said with a smile, "We met not long ago."
Flegg didn't say anything and simply nodded.
Laybecker narrowed his eyes with the same vague smile on his face.
Pondering for a moment, he said something to one of the SEALs next to him, before he said to Luke again, "Okay, they'll fly you back to shore in half an hour at most."
Luke chuckled and took out a card from his pocket. "Thanks. Contact me when you're free in Los Angeles."
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