Chapter 382 Ambush

"Hurry up, we don't have time to prepare, the Pope will bring us over soon."

The future Charles said to the present Charles, and there was a hint of irritability on his face.

But this is also understandable, no matter who repeats one thing three times, he will be impatient.

Charles waved his right hand, and the crew followed, but this did not include the four of them.

Seeing the distraught look of the four, Charles frowned slightly, and directly grabbed West by the neck and carried him away. "Take them all away, we have no time to waste."

It was a pity, but Charles had to do this, otherwise not only the four of them would not be able to go back, but all of them would not be able to go back.

The other crew members followed suit even though their faces were distressed. At sea, the captain's order is everything. This is the iron law on board.

Facing the fear of impending death, West tremblingly began to confess his last words to Charles.

"Captain, go back and tell my family that I love them. Also, as a dying person, please grant me a wish. I hope you can try to find my father. He was many years ago..."

"You are not dead..." Future Bandage's sudden words interrupted West's words, and then there was hope in his eyes. After all, he can live, and who wants to die.

"Really? I'm still alive? Where is my future self?" West asked excitedly, looking at the first mate covered in white bandages.

Future Bandage turned his head and continued on his way, he didn't seem to want to say too much.

Although the bandages didn't explain the future of the four people, his words seemed to inject strength into the four people's bodies, at least they didn't have to be supported by others to walk away.

They didn't have any doubts about the bandage's words, or they didn't dare to doubt it.

The light of the flashlights in the hands of the crew flickered on and off the dense forest.

The two teams shuttled through the woods, and after just a few minutes, they returned to the strange buildings before.

In the future, Charles didn't talk nonsense. He turned to everyone and said, "Everyone find all kinds of car tires! Find as many as you have, hurry up!"

Charles didn't know why he did this, but he ordered the crew to follow orders anyway.

The tires were not difficult to find, and soon, seventeen or eighteen pitch-black tires were sent to them and piled up in a pile.

The nine bald heads of the future rushed to the side of the tire, took out their sharp knives and cut it up. They seemed to only need the black rubber on the outside.

One of the future bald heads raised a palm-sized red gear, and he said to the current bald head: "The me before, come and help me, use the power of the red wheel to condense these things into a bowl."

Seeing the rubber gradually condense into shape, Charles understood what the other party was doing. It turned out that the thing that held him was this big rubber bowl.

No wonder his lightning ability doesn't work, his ability has long been regarded as dead by his future self.

At this time, Charles didn't care about these predestined things, and his eyes looked at the future man.

They were in a bit of a mess, and some of the supplies on the crew's backs were lost. In addition to the four people who disappeared, all the details indicated that the future self would experience a hard battle.

"Where am I going next? What else do I have to experience?? Shouldn't I go back to the boat right away?" Charles thought a little uneasy.

He didn't ask his future self. Since he doesn't say anything now, it means that the previous Charles also didn't say that he can't do things outside the ring.

"Huh~!" A black shadow suddenly descended from the sky, making everyone instantly alert.

When Charles saw the other party's attire, he immediately put down his weapon. It was the future Pope in black. "The future me is already standing on that slope, how are you preparing?"

After patting the huge rubber bowl solidified with special relics on the bald head, the future Charles turned his head and was about to speak to Charles.

Charles came over, picked up the huge rubber bowl and walked towards the forest. "I also know what happened after that. The two of us ambushed me who passed by, and then threw him on the stage that day."

"The specific steps are like this. Also, lend me your mouse. I don't have many mice left."

Hearing this, Charles turned his head and looked at the feet of the future Charles. Before, he only looked at the people and didn't notice the mice. Only now did he realize that there were only a few dozen mice left in the future.

Charles nodded to his future self. "no problem."

He also understood at this time that the anxious cry before was not from the previous mouse, but from the current mouse.

"Crack!!", three gunshots sounded suddenly, and Charles was a little nervous. After the gunfire, the past self began to go downhill.

"Hurry up! Get out of here, don't let them see." Two groups of people hurried towards the woods.

The future Charles quickly followed up after giving a few quick instructions to the mice.

He quickly explained the task to the crew, and the steps were very proficient.

Charles silently remembered it. He understood that it might not be long before it would be his turn to say it again.

After a group of people quickly arrived at the ambush point, Charles and his future self squatted on the canopy of the tree carrying a huge rubber bowl, quietly waiting for Charles in the past, and the other crew members also took their positions.

At this time, the pope also put on a black coat, and he was going to join forces with the future pope to stop the past pope.

As for the other crew members who can't help, they will leave the forest quickly in the future.

"Is what the bandage said true? West and the others are really not dead?" Charles finally couldn't hold back.

The future Charles had a complicated expression, "Don't ask, anyway, you will know soon."

"Squeak~squeak~!" The mouse sound approached quickly, and Charles' heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Soon, a group of mice rushed through the woods, and behind them was Charles from the past.

Just when he swung directly below Charles and the others, the bald head who had already been ambushing in the mud crushed the black square in his hand, and a circle of black mist instantly enveloped him.

In the black mist, the future Dipper jumped out from a group of leaves, raised the sharp dagger in his hand, and slashed heavily at the anchor hook chain pierced on the tree trunk.

"Clang~!" The chain broke, and the old Charles couldn't exert himself, and fell to the ground.

"Jump!" With a low shout from Future Charles, the two raised the huge rubber bowl in their hands and slammed it towards the black mist.

At the moment when Charles in the past just buckled it, two bald heads who looked exactly the same quickly stepped forward, using the same red gear to quickly turn the rubber into a semi-liquid.

This semi-liquid quickly wrapped the past Charles tightly like a living thing.