"Flare?" Luke thought about it and a possibility emerged in his mind.
boom!
At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise, and the warship shook.
This noise was much louder than the first one, like... the battleship's main gun was firing
Cannons shooting down airplanes? That's impossible.
The main gun is extremely powerful, but it can never be used to shoot down airplanes. It is usually only used to attack land positions or... ships
Luke's heart moved, and he thought of the submarine, and then of a cook who was not doing his job properly.
This guy Rebeck... wouldn't he be crazy enough to use the battleship's main gun to attack the submarine
If successful, this would be the last ship sunk by the Montana.
A moment later, the battleship shook again, and there was another loud bang.
Luke felt that he must have guessed right.
Even in the cabin below, he could faintly hear the cheers of many people.
He said to Nash, "Let's go out and take a look together? Judging from the cheers, the Navy SEALs must have arrived."
Nash tensed up and tightened his grip on the gun, but immediately agreed, "Okay, okay."
Luke said to the three girls, "Stay here and don't make any noise. Let's go check out the situation. It seems like the reinforcements have arrived."
The three women could only nod.
A moment later, Nash looked at the sailors on the deck who were cheering and hugging each other with great joy, and shouted, "We won, we won."
Luke also laughed: Finally, I don’t have to pretend to be a good coward anymore.
He patted Nash on the shoulder and said, "Private Nash, I need you to go down with me and pick up these three beautiful ladies. It is not gentlemanly to make them worried."
Nash nodded repeatedly: "No problem, let's go!"
As he said this, the guy skipped downstairs, his behavior was actually a bit childish.
Luke just smiled and followed behind.
Private Nash looked to be in his early twenties at most, and his face was almost as young as his own.
The young private was just being held at gunpoint by two gangsters. If Luke hadn't shown up, Nash might have died.
Now, everything is settled.
For a young person, escaping death must feel wonderful.
He went down and brought the three ladies up, then returned to the original cabin, asked everyone to change into their own shoes, and then went up to the deck together.
Many sailors who were cheering were a little stunned when they saw this group of people.
Are you kidding me? These two beautiful ladies who came to perform are actually fine
Luke moved himself slightly away from the three beauties and looked around.
He threw all the holsters and other things he had stolen into the sea, and put his own equipment back into the storage space. Now he was dressed in sportswear again, inconspicuous.
Two special forces soldiers in full gear quickly came over and looked at them strangely: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
They didn't raise their guns. After all, it was obvious that Luke and the other three were not carrying any weapons, and the three women were wearing high heels.
This is not a movie. Few women can leap and kill people in high heels.
As soon as Luke took one look at the attire of these two men, he knew that they were most likely the Navy SEALs he had just used as a cover.
He hurriedly stepped forward and quickly explained the identities of himself and the others. At the same time, he called over Nash, who was hugging the sailors not far away: "Private Nash can prove it for us. And the chef on the battleship, whose name seems to be Rebeck, can also prove our identities."
When the two SEALs heard Rebeck's name, they looked at each other, one walked away to make a connection on the walkie-talkie, while the other asked about Nash.
After a while, the SEAL team member who had walked away came back and whispered a few words to the team member who was questioning Nash, and confirmed the situation.
One of them nodded: "Okay, we have confirmed your identities. But this is a warship, so you can go back to the previous cabin for the time being and wait for us to finish dealing with things here..."
Luke raised his hand, like a primary school student asking a question: "Sir, I have no problem. But look at these three... They are just weak women, and they have been frightened enough today. If possible, can you send them to shore first?"
The SEAL wanted to refuse, but when he followed Luke's gaze and looked at the three women beside him, the word "no" was stuck in his mouth.
Assistant Mina is just an ordinary beauty, but the looks of Sheila and Taylor are so stunning that they can blind soldiers.
He couldn't help but swallow the "no" that was about to come out of his mouth: "Well, wait a moment, I will ask for you."
Luke showed gratitude: "Thank you very much, sir."
As he said this, he turned around and winked at the three women.
Silla reacted the fastest and had the most experience in dealing with people. She immediately bowed slightly and said, "Thank you very much for your help."
Mina did as she was told without hesitation. Only Taylor was a little confused, but when Sheila bumped his arm lightly, he understood a little and followed suit to express his gratitude.
The three women's sweet thanks made the two SEALs' eyes widen.
Sheila has a first-rate figure, and her slightly bent posture is elegant and free and easy, and her temperament is absolutely first-rate.
Taylor's is even more exaggerated. The tight backless top wraps around her magnificent breasts, making the impact more fierce and direct.
The two SEALs nodded subconsciously, then came to their senses after a moment, smiled awkwardly, and walked to the side to contact their superiors.
At this moment, a group of people walked by the side of the ship. Luke was sharp-eyed and quickly greeted them: "Chef! Chef! Chef Rebeck."
A tall and straight figure stopped and looked over with surprise: "Hey, you are here?"
Luke said innocently, "Yeah, we're on the sea, we can't leave yet."
Rebeck stared at him for a moment, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up: "Thank you, I'll help tell you."
Luke was stunned for a moment, but nodded: "Thank you very much."
At this time, he looked at the person next to Rebeck and nodded in greeting: "Agent Flagg, what a coincidence."
The man next to Rebeck was none other than FBI Agent Flagg, whom Luke had met not long ago.
He nodded with a puzzled look on his face: "What a coincidence."
Rebeck looked back and forth between the two of them: "Do you know each other?"
Luke smiled and said, "I just saw him not long ago."
Flagg said nothing, but nodded silently.
Rebeck narrowed his eyes, still with that half-smile expression on his face.
After a moment's silence, he turned his head and said a few words to a seal beside him, and then he said to Luke again: "Okay, at most half an hour, they will send you back to the shore by helicopter."
Luke chuckled and took out a business card from his pocket. “Thanks. If you have time to visit Los Angeles, you can contact me.”