Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 2054 - 2054 A Fighter Plane Game? No, A Shooting Game

Chapter 2054 - 2054 A Fighter Plane Game? No, A Shooting Game

2054 A Fighter Plane Game? No, A Shooting Game

The silver-gray Sovereign fighter s.h.i.+ps were approaching swiftly.

They were round and only one-fifth the size of the swallow s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. They were astonis.h.i.+ngly fast and agile.

Luke said over the team comms, “There are 572 of them in total. How about a match, Rocket?”

Rocket switched to rapid-fire mode on his gun, and the energy system started buzzing as the gun charged up. “No problem. My gun’s already ready and waiting!”

Luke, on the other hand, chose the lowest firing speed. The six barrels on the gun slowly turned. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO!”

As soon as he said that, energy bullets shot out of both guns at the Sovereign fighter planes behind them.

The six-barreled energy Gatling gun was ubiquitous throughout the galaxy. Its advantage was that the heat generated dissipated quickly.

The little racc.o.o.n hadn’t used it much in the past because he didn’t have a high-quality energy source for it.

He had been having fun with Luke for the past few days, and took out an Anulax battery to use.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The approaching Sovereign fighter s.h.i.+ps blew up in a row. Debris from the explosions. .h.i.t nearby s.h.i.+ps, causing some chaos.

The Sovereign fighter s.h.i.+ps immediately pulled back a little even as they continued the pursuit.

In any case, these were all unmanned s.h.i.+ps. For the Sovereign, this was nothing more than a fighter plane game.

Rocket laughed and didn’t let go of the firing b.u.t.ton. He drowned the small, round fighter s.h.i.+ps in a shower of energy bullets as he shouted wildly, “Come, Sovereign b*tches! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!”

Luke, on the other hand, kept a much lower profile.

His gunfire was only one third as fast as the little racc.o.o.n’s firepower, and had a steady rhythm to it.

The difference was in efficiency.

Rocket fired dozens of energy bullets every second, and only hit one or two s.h.i.+ps.

Luke could fire twelve rounds in a second at most, but would definitely hit two s.h.i.+ps.

Any fighter s.h.i.+p he targeted would be caught up in a shower of energy bullets. No matter how it moved, it would ‘coincidentally’ collide with another fighter s.h.i.+p and explode.

Super Shooting combined with Elementary Precision was just as effective even in a battlefield like this.

It was because both sides were too far apart that Luke had to use a shower of energy bullets to maintain accuracy.

If the enemy fighter s.h.i.+ps were closer, the amount of ammo he would need to hit one of them would be reduced.

The situation developed as they expected.

Even with Luke and Rocket suppressing them, the Sovereign relied on the advantage in numbers to close the gap.

A shower of bright yellow energy bullets shot out, and there were more and more of them.

Quill couldn’t care about steering smoothly anymore. The s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p began to swerve around as it rolled and spun nonstop to avoid the attacks coming at it from behind.

Luke was fine. Thanks to the support of his armor, his feet stuck to the deck as he fired nonstop.

Rocket, on the other hand, was unlucky. He was flung around, and he cursed. “Quill, are you trying to throw me out? D*mn it, I’m going to hit you in the head with my gun.”

Quill roared back, “I’m preventing them from blowing up your head.”

Rocket: “Get lost!”

The two parties fought in s.p.a.ce for a while.

The swallow s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p was. .h.i.t by one or two energy bullets every 10 to 20 seconds, while the Sovereign fighter s.h.i.+ps behind it never stopped blowing up.

Rocket, who couldn’t remain steady on his feet, couldn’t fire at all, so all that was naturally Luke’s doing.

In fact, he and the Sovereign had similar feelings at that moment.

It was just that the Sovereign were playing a fighter plane game, while Luke was playing a shooting game.

Also, as the Sovereign fighter s.h.i.+ps closed the distance, less energy bullets were sent flying, and Luke’s accuracy gradually increased.

The Sovereign also didn’t value the drone s.h.i.+ps, and they subconsciously gathered together after opening fire, which made it easier to hit them.

He could blow up one fighter s.h.i.+p with three to four shots from the energy Gatling gun.

The red numbers in the top right corner of the virtual screen that Luke had specially set up rolled over constantly; it felt similar to arcade games he had played in his previous life.

In a Sovereign mothers.h.i.+p in the distance, a group of gold-skinned Sovereign were sitting in rows as they piloted the fighter s.h.i.+ps remotely.

On most of the screens in front of them, the swallow s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p flew erratically as it fled, while two lunatics at the back of the s.h.i.+p never stopped shooting.

However, dozens of the screens turned a light red and lost visual, which meant that the fighter s.h.i.+ps had been taken down.

The Sovereign who had lost their s.h.i.+ps could only stand behind their comrades who had yet to be taken down and watch.

Interfere? No way. In any case, there wouldn’t be any casualties.

For them, this was indeed just a game.

There was actually no benefit in hunting down the Guardians of the Galaxy.

The Guardians were a poor bunch to begin with. Killing them wouldn’t yield any material gains.

They weren’t vicious criminals. Killing them wouldn’t intimidate other criminals.

The Guardians were a slippery target that was hard to catch. The Sovereign were exerting a lot of effort to get revenge, purely to vent their anger. This really… matched their temperament.

This race lived for dignity.

They acted like high and mighty aristocrats.

They were one of the strongest races in the universe, and were very wealthy. There weren’t many people who would fight them.

Only someone like Rocket, who had a suicidal streak, would provoke the Sovereign.

For a moment, cheers rang out in the control room, which looked like a gaming hall. There were people giving suggestions or blind instructions, or boasting – it was exactly like the gaming halls in Luke’s previous life.

But a few minutes later, the shouts and chatter all turned to the same topic – “D*mn it, where did that black-and-white skull come from?”

“Why is his shooting so accurate?”

“Ah, I was blown up too.”

“Ahhh, I clearly dodged it. Why was my s.h.i.+p still destroyed?”

On the swallow s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, Quill also sensed the change. “Wow, guys, great job. Their firepower has been cut by half! We’ll be able to make it to the jump point.”

Rocket couldn’t help but ask, “Big Spoon, what’s the secret to your shooting? Tell me.”

Luke said, “I can’t teach you talent.”

Now that he was no longer under so much stress, Quill immediately started to mock the little racc.o.o.n. “Wow, our shooting master has learned to suck up to someone else? That’s great.”

Enraged, Rocket started firing wildly again, but didn’t forget to dish out truth bombs while he was at it. “You only know how to play with your two lousy pistols! If you have the guts, let’s switch.”

Quill: “Fine, let’s do it.”

Rocket: “Come on, come at me if you dare.”

Gamora could only quell these two childish guys. “Alright, there are still so many fighter s.h.i.+ps after us!”