Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 393

Chapter 393 Sounds Great, Good Pans

The three women could only nod; it was hard for them to talk with knotted towels in their mouths.

Unless they deliberately spat the towels out, they wouldn’t be able to yell or cry out.

Of course, this was Luke’s idea.

It was a natural reaction for people without training, whether man or woman, to cry out when they ran into a mishap.

Luke wasn’t about to risk their safety on the women’s ability to control themselves; it was better to use some equipment to ensure their safety.

Seeing their nods, Luke also nodded with a smile, then turned and smoothly opened the door.

Actually, after Vice Captain Klier closed the door earlier, Luke had heard him say, “Lock the door and don’t let anyone out.”

His voice had been very low, but Luke had only been two meters away from him.

After the door was shut, Luke had clearly heard the sound of it being locked.

Ordinary people might not be able to hear it, but it was crystal clear to Luke.

Recalling the looks which Vice Captain Klier and the others shared while taking the four of them to the cabin, Luke understood everything

It couldn’t be a coincidence that the group from the helicopter all reeked of gun oil and gunpowder, no matter how many showers they took.

The only explanation was that the men from the helicopter were plotting something, and Commander Klier was their accomplice. They were going to use this birthday celebration to carry it out.

Luke unlocked the door by disassembling the lock, and he put the parts away in his inventory.

Something like that wasn’t too hard for his current level. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out into a pretty big hall, but nobody was around. The items for the birthday celebrations were strewn everywhere.

Tyler looked at a big round box on a trolley.

She was supposed to hide in this big box, but it wasn’t even set up yet.

According to the celebration schedule, she should already be hiding inside, ready to be delivered to the captain.

Bang! Bang! The three women were startled by the sound of gunshots.

With the towels in their mouths, however, the sounds they made were smothered.

Luke wasn’t surprised. Actually, he had already sensed a number of gunshots on the deck and elsewhere.

A gunfight on a navy battleship basically meant that internal security had been severely compromised.

Without looking back, he simply waved his left hand to signal for the women to follow him.

The cabin they had been in was just for storage and didn’t have a pneumatic door, so it didn’t affect Luke’s Sharp Nose.

During the long wait in the cabin, Luke had already done reconnaissance with Sharp Nose.

After they left, he led the three women right at a swift but unhurried pace.

After multiple turns through the narrow corridors, all three women lost their sense of direction.

Sheerah secretly wondered why Luke was so familiar with this place. Had he been here before?

Of course not.

The Montana was an official battleship on active duty, and it had undergone a great deal of modern modifications which had significantly changed its layout.

A regular person wouldn’t know the ship’s layout at all.

Completely relying on his Sharp Nose, Luke walked all the way… to the galley.

Gunshots rang out from time to time on the deck and other places. The galley, on the other hand, had an especially distinctive smell and was quiet. More importantly, someone was there.

Before stepping into the galley, Luke gestured at the women to hide in one corner.

Sneaking silently into the galley, his hands skimmed unhurriedly over the various items inside.

He paused over two kitchen knives, but didn’t pick them up. Instead, what he grabbed was… two frying pans nearby.

Weighing them in his hands with a pleased expression, he looked at the three people who weren’t far away.

Two men in black combat uniforms were forcing a young soldier to kneel. They shouted, “On your knees! On your knees!

“Where is he? Where’s the cook?”

Frightened, the young soldier pointed at a nearby door. “He’s in there.”

“In there? You can go to hell now…”

Clang! Clang!

Two low but crisp thuds rang out, and Luke clicked his tongue in amazement. “Huh, from how they sound, you can tell that they’re great pans.”

He then crouched down and hit the two guys on the floor with the frying pans again.

Clang! Clang!

Not far away, the young man, whose back was to the interrogators, trembled. He had thought he was already done for, but still harbored a sliver of hope.

Suddenly, the yelling behind him stopped, and he heard someone say something.

But he didn’t dare turn around. He was still on his knees, his hands over his head.

“Okay, I’ve knocked them out. You can stand up now.” He heard the most pleasant voice.

Dazed, the young soldier hesitated for a moment, before he turned around and saw a man even younger than him, who smiled. “Are you familiar with this ship?”.

The soldier shook his head blankly. “Not really. I only came on board at Hawaii.”

Luke said, “Then, how about the cook?” He looked at the door on the side.

The young soldier hesitated and said, “B- But Commander Klier said that we can’t let Laybecker out.”

Luke smiled even wider when he heard Klier’s name. “That’s Klier’s order? How wonderful!”

He then unlocked the door and opened it. “Chef Laybecker? I’m looking for directions.”

The young soldier hesitated, but didn’t stop him.

He wasn’t an idiot.

Luke had just saved his life, and something was clearly wrong with Commander Klier.

But there was no response from inside.

Luke said helplessly, “Alright, Chef Laybecker. I’m not with those criminals. I’m Miss Sheerah’s assistant. You must know Sheerah the diva, right? So, can you come down from the shelf with the frozen pork? You’re wasting both yours and my time.”

After a brief silence, someone suddenly lunged out.

At the same time, Luke raised his frying pans and blocked the two objects that had been thrown at him.

They were two frozen German sausages.

Luke flipped the pans to catch these two “lethal weapons” before they fell to the floor. Luke said helplessly, “Chef Laybecker, please look down and ask this soldier what’s going on first before you attack allies, okay?”

Those German sausages were frozen solid; getting hit in the head with them was no different than being smashed with a stick.

Opposite Luke, a man who was half a foot taller than him craned his neck from behind a counter and asked, “Who are you?”

Luke looked at the cook, who had grabbed a kitchen knife soundlessly, and hastily replied, “An innocent worker, trying to escape from here. Also… Sheerah, you can come here now.”

There was rustling at the door, and Sheerah and the other two women cautiously came over.

Laybecker and the young soldier were both stunned and exclaimed in unison, “What the hell?”

This was the Montana, a battleship that was in active service.

Why did three women suddenly appear on board?