A Certain Marvel Super Player

Locke is a cowboy.

And what skills do cowboys need to learn?

horse riding.

Crack the whip.

Drive cattle.

Just watch Western movies and you will know that a cowboy can swing his riding crop and the whip can be accurately wrapped around a person's neck and then drag him over.

so……

It's normal for Locke to be able to throw the rope.

As for physical strength?

He has worked hard to build his body in this life. He has a male waist, eight-pack abs, and his physical strength is better. Is there anything wrong?

Gwen can provide an excellent proof of Locke's physical strength.

at this time.

Boom!

Then.

The entire hull shook again, and the next second, screams and shouts suddenly came from the space under the feet of Locke and others.

obviously.

After all, that hall was a safe space as promised by the dark-skinned captain. In fact, because of the closed relationship, it became a closed slaughterhouse.

Everyone stood by the guardrail, listening to the screams that seemed to come from all directions below, with different expressions.

If they hadn't come over just now, I'm afraid they would have become one of these people.

so.

Even if he dies, Locke wants to control his destiny in his own hands and let him choose the way of death instead of following other people's death arrangements.

"Let's go."

Locke came to his senses from below, the seawater rising at an accelerated speed, took the flashlight from Connor's hand, shined the light on the inverted corridor on the right and said: "Go through here, you can walk to the employee corridor, and then You can go out through the employee elevator over there."

"Current mission bonus: 85 times! 』

Locke looked at the mission multiplier that popped up and raised his eyebrows.

Good guy.

Emotions are determined by the system. Can this damn escape be considered a form of leisure and entertainment?

very good, very powerful.

Locke thought to himself, somewhat dumbfounded.

Cindy and Kahn hugged each other, looked at each other, and followed Locke's footsteps.

Gwen slightly supported Pepper, who seemed to have sprained her ankle and couldn't use her strength. She looked at Locke's back and seemed to be comforting Pepper and convincing herself that Locke said: "We can definitely get out. "

Pepper nodded and looked at the three people leading the way: "I believe it."

only……

The road leading to the employee elevator was completely blocked, and the corridor was still burning with blazing flames and even covered with countless charred corpses.

Locke was speechless.

Dylan stood next to Locke and turned to look at Locke: "Is there another way?"

Locke turned to look at Dylan: "Yes."

"where?"

"hehe."

Locke smiled at Dylan, then glanced at Robert and others, and asked curiously: "Which one of us can't swim?"

Connor, who was just eight years old this year, looked around and raised his hand cautiously: "Me?"

Locke looked at him: "Can you hold your breath?"

Connor nodded: "Yes, I can hold it in for a long time."

Locke smiled and said: "Then there will be no problem."

The women looked at each other, not quite sure what Locke meant by asking this question.

But soon.

The girls had an epiphany.

"What is this place?"

As everyone followed Locke's footsteps and climbed onto a seemingly sealed box, they looked around at the iron coffin-like surroundings and couldn't help but ask.

“The pressurized tank, by filling the entire space, keeps the boat balanced,” Dylan said.

Maggie frowned and said, "Then how are we going to get out?"

Dylan looked at Locke who turned around with a smile on his face. He already knew what Locke wanted to do. He was silent for a while and said: "Let the sea water fill this place."

"What?"

"Are we going to drown ourselves?"

"No no no!"

Robert gasped and pointed to the closed hatch: "When the seawater is filled here, the hatch will open, and then we can pass through the hatch to the other side."

Said.

Robert looked at Locke: "That's what you want to do."

Locke nodded.

Maggie was stunned: "No, no, no, maybe we can find other ways."

Locke's expression was indifferent: "This is the only way. We are rushing against the God of Death. If we delay, we will die."

In fact, he has an easier way.

but……

That method needs to expose him. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Locke refuses to use any skills or methods that will expose him.

He won't die.

Neither does Gwen.

But others?

It’s hard to say.

Locke doesn't mind being a hero by chance, but if this hero is based on his exposure of his identity, which may cause him trouble, he will consider it carefully.

say it again.

Locke never considered himself a good person, nor did he want to be one.

I am who I am.

Unique fireworks!

"do it!"

"Everyone, stay away."

Robert and Dylan looked at each other, then took a deep breath and made this decision. Dylan stepped forward, stood in front of the water dispenser with a quick step, and began to play with it.

In an instant.

Sea water began to gush out from the water outlet.

moment.

The pressurized tank began to transform into a sealed water tank.

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at Dylan who had already opened the water tank. He wordlessly took off the backpack from his back and quickly poured out the underwater breathing apparatus inside.

The girls, who were originally a little nervous, couldn't help but blinked when they looked at the poured underwater breathing apparatus.

Locke handed one of the respirators to Gwen, looked at Gwen's flashing eyes, and smiled: "I happened to pick it up on the way here just now."

Damn it.

This is his inventory.

Stark Technology Industries designed, developed and produced underwater breathing apparatus three years ago.

Combining many high-tech and mature technologies, it is the first to use the new concept of artificial gills, which quickly filters and extracts oxygen from water molecules through the threaded holes in the filter and the oxygen extraction device, and then breathes There is a battery-powered micro compressor inside the middle of the device, which can quickly compress the collected oxygen into a micro oxygen storage tank. Then you can freely shuttle through the water like a fish (the prototype is a Triton respirator!) .

Locke is a professional killer.

It was also because of this ventilator that I was able to jump off the bridge and then paddle all the way to shore with this device.

Otherwise, do you really think he can breathe freely underwater?

He is a human, not a fish.

but……

Locke looked at the girls who seemed to have calmed down immediately after having the respirators in their hands and said: "However, this thing seems to be a low-end version. It can only last for about ten minutes, so use it sparingly."

Pepper Potts, assistant to the chairman of Stark Industries, looked down at the respirator produced by their company in his hand, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Ma De, when you get back, ask the technology company to increase the duration of the low-end version to half an hour...

wrong.

At least an hour.

After having the equipment, everyone who is about to fight monsters will not panic.

soon.

As the seawater flooded the entire pressurized cabin, everyone wore respirators, like fish, with various bubbles spitting out on both sides of the respirators, and then stared intently at the hatch that was about to open.

after awhile.

boom!

The hatch opened instantly.

Pulled by the current, several people crossed the channel, followed the river with a rumble, and landed on the other side, in the exclusive area for crew members separated from tourists.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

With so many people falling into the water, no one who fell into the water could receive a passing grade.

Locke floated on the water, found Gwen, and grabbed his respirator: "Is everything okay?"

Gwen paddled hard, shaking her head.

For some reason, Gwen felt that they were not here to survive, but to play an escape room game.

If there is no respirator, it still feels a bit like PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

but……

From the corner of her eye, Gwen looked at Connor, who couldn't swim and was sinking himself into the water. He was so playful and spitting bubbles that he couldn't help but laugh.

Then Gwen thought of the many people drowned down there, and her expression became sad again.

They escaped.

But many others could not escape.

Locke didn't say anything when he saw this. He looked around and then looked at everyone: "The passage is going through the water. Follow closely. The distance is a bit long. Pay attention to the duration of your respirator."

Finished.

Locke put on the respirator again, looked at the battery on it, gestured with Gwen, and then, with a sudden movement, re-entered the water.

Three minutes later.

Everyone climbed up the stairs, took off their respirators, and gasped.

Although this respirator can also bring oxygen underwater, it is a low-end version with short duration and low horsepower.

Pepper looked at everyone and shook the respirator in his hand: "After I go back, I will ask the factory to cancel the low-end version and lower the price of the high-end version to the price of the low-end version."

Everyone laughed.

"How to go now?"

Dylan pressed his hands to his knees and gasped.

Robert looked at Locke: "Yes, what's next?"

Locke got up from the stairs, moved for a while, raised the flashlight, listened to the rumbling work area of ​​the hull not far above and said: "This is the staircase leading to the bottom of the ship. Go up all the way and you can reach Bottom of the boat.”

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other with joy.

The journey of survival is finally coming to an end.

soon.

Because the hull capsized horizontally, the entire hull was inverted horizontally. Everyone followed the stairs without encountering any setbacks and arrived at the last level of the hull safely and fearlessly.

but……

The propeller is still in operation, and there is no possibility of passing by the propeller.

Locke looked at Dylan: "Go to the operation room. If you can't find the turn-off button, turn the direction of the propeller, throw something in, and blow up the propeller."

Said.

Locke handed Dylan his respirator with 30% remaining power: "Come on."

Dylan took off his respirator, raised his head, looked at Locke's expression, and gave Locke a middle finger: "If you put away that "I'm going to die" expression of yours, I will believe that you are sincerely cheering me up."

Locke laughed: "Waiting for you to feel better..."

The words were not finished.

A thud.

Dylan, just like the members of the Philippine Soul Diving Team, jumped directly into the water with a bang.

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