Chapter 394 Unknown Staff Worker, and Cook
Sheerah and Tyler were beautiful and sexy, and even the assistant Mona was above average. They were also barefooted at the moment.
They didnât look like criminals at all, though the towels they were biting on looked weird.
Luke shrugged and said, âLetâs introduce ourselves. Sheerah, a famous singer. Tyler, a famous model. Mona, a famous makeup artist. Iâm Luke, a staff member responsible for moving luggage. Sheerah and Tyler were invited to perform for Captain Adamsâs birthday celebration, but we were locked in a room. When we heard gunshots, we managed to break the door open and escape.â Everybody was lost for words. Youâre the only one here who isnât famous?
But in any case, Chef Laybecker and Nash, the young soldier, werenât suspicious of Luke anymore after seeing the three women.
They had never seen any sort of genius bring three women with him to raid a battleship.
Of course, they had never seen a youngster bring three women with him to escape a battleship, either.
Laybecker nodded silently.
Luke put down the frying pans, which still had the German sausages in them.
He smelled the soup nearby and said, âChef Laybecker, youâre really good. That soup smells great.â The expressions of Laybecker and the young soldier turned strange.
After a brief silence, Laybecker said, âThanks for the compliment, but Klier spat in the soup, so...â
Everybody: â...â
Disgusted by Klier, Luke quit it with the small talk, and gave Chef Laybecker a basic rundown of the situation.
It didnât take much for the both of them to realize that the other wasnât simple.
Luke had a gentle appearance, but he had very efficiently knocked out the criminals with his frying pans.
When Laybecker took off his white cook jacket, all the three women sighed inwardly at his lean, straight physique and well-proportioned muscles.
As Luke and Laybecker stripped the unconscious criminals of their equipment and put them on, they looked at each with tacit understanding From the way they searched for guns and put on the equipment, both of them knew that the other was a professional.
They were done in less than five minutes.
A walkie-talkie on one of the criminals crackled. âCass, Zack, have you finished off the cook? Weâre short of hands on deck. Come up here when youâre done.â
Luke and Laybecker looked at each other again.
âWhatâs your plan?â asked Laybecker as he shot a meaningful look at the three women.
Luke asked, âIs there a safe place for them to hide?â
After running into Laybecker, this less-than-proper cook, Luke felt that he no longer needed to escape with the three women.
If all the criminals were killed, they would naturally be safe.
Laybecker said, âIâm going to look for the captain; theyâll need him if they want to control this battleship, so I wonât be going with you. Private Nash, take them to the cargo hold. Itâs bigger and has more clutter; they can hide there.â
He quickly told Nash where the cargo hold was, before he nodded at Luke and left.
Watching Laybecker leave, Luke chuckled inwardly; once again, he had a shield.
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. âIâm sorry, but can you use towels for now?â
Tyler nodded dumbly, and Luke wrapped her feet in two big kitchen towels.
On the side, Nash couldnât 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 criminalâs 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 criminalâs arm that was holding the gun and twisted.
The criminal tried to scream, but couldnât make a sound with the rope around his neck, and he was dragged into a cabin.
A moment later, Luke walked out in the criminalâs black combat uniform.
Mimicking the criminalâs 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 wasnât 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 criminalsâ 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 didnât 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.