Super Detective in the Fictional World

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It was nice of the two unconscious robbers to give up their equipment and firearms as well as their boots.

Sheerah got one pair of boots, and her assistant Mona got the other.

Looking at Tyler, who was at a loss, Luke could only smile at her.
“I’m sorry, but can you use towels for now?”

Tyler nodded dumbly, and Luke wrapped her feet in two big kitchen towels.

On the side, Nash couldn’t stop staring.
That was such a slick move.
He had to try it out himself.

Nash swiftly guided them down one level to the cargo hold.

Luke told Nash to watch over the three ladies well and to not let anything happen to them.

He then whispered something to Sheerah, before slipping out on his own.

Putting on his close-fitting, alloy bulletproof vest in a secluded corner, Luke set out once more.

He took a winding route before stealthily approaching one point of entry to the deck, which was guarded by an armed criminal.

Luke raised a small mirror and quickly checked both sides.
Confirming that there were no other criminals around, he took out a rope dart.

With a flick of his wrist, the rope dart flew out and wrapped itself around the criminal’s neck.

Luke pulled hard, and the criminal was dragged to the entry before he realized what was going on.

With his free hand, Luke grabbed the criminal’s arm that was holding the gun and twisted.

The criminal tried to scream, but couldn’t make a sound with the rope around his neck, and he was dragged into a cabin.

A moment later, Luke walked out in the criminal’s black combat uniform.

Mimicking the criminal’s posture, he took a few steps and looked around.

Then, going over to the left, Luke looked over the side of the boat, and saw something dark moored on the ocean behind the ship.

Luke narrowed his eyes.
Was that… a submarine?

These criminals had indeed come prepared.
The thirty guys on the helicopter had just been the vanguard.

At that moment, the deck was a boiling mess of voices and sparks.

He swiftly counted the active criminals; what he could see was already more than fifty people.

The number wasn’t important; Luke had never been afraid of these sorts of unorganized criminals.

The important thing was that they were busy dismantling missiles on the deck after seizing the Montana.

Luke quickly recalled the weapons that the Montana was equipped with.

For this old battleship that had been modified, apart from twelve formidable 406-millimeter main cannons, it had been installed with quite a few advanced missiles.

However, the only weapons that could have attracted the criminals’ attention were the Tomahawks.

There were rumors that some of the Tomahawk missiles on the Montana might be nuclear warheads.

Thinking that, Luke knew that he didn’t have much time.

The American government would go nuts if they learned that these criminals were trying to acquire nuclear weapons.

By then, certain special troops would probably be deployed to deal with the situation.

S.H.I.E.L.D.
was unlikely to be deployed, since this was a military matter.

However, Luke knew that the military had a lot of secret troops, like the one led by the famous General Ross and the one commanded by Colonel Stryker.

Thinking quickly, he slipped back into the ship.