Super Detective in the Fictional World

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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?