Chapter 665 Sober

At first they just threw some tables, chairs and things like that.

When it was found that there was not much relief in this way, the crew turned their attention to the heaviest thing on the Narwhal, the two deck guns.

They chanted loudly and began to work together to dismantle the deck guns.

Charles, who became invisible, carefully poked his head out of the chimney, watching the absurd scene on the deck.

"What's going on? It's far enough away from 005-3 above, at least a dozen kilometers away. Why don't they show any signs of sobriety?"

Charles' face was extremely ugly at this time. His previous plan failed. The crew would have been better because they were far away from 005-3, but now it seems that this is not the case at all. The effect of this brainwashing is not affected by distance.

He must now solve this problem before the Narwhal descends to the ground, otherwise the crew of the Narwhal will definitely fight with the troops stationed in the stronghold below.

If that happens, then no matter which side will suffer heavy losses.

At this moment, the crew members on the deck cheered one after another. The heavy deck cannon had just been thrown off the ship, and the speed of the Narwhal's descent slowed down a lot.

Charles twisted the black thorn on his neck again, and the pain caused his expression to twist slightly again.

"No, I have too few people alone now, so I have to pull a few people out to find a way to solve this trouble."

Charles looked at the entire ship crowded on the deck, and knew that it was not a good place to do it under such circumstances, and he had to find a place with few people to separate them.

But now they are dismantling another deck gun. In this case, it is impossible to separate them.

After thinking for a few minutes, Charles decided to come over the hatch like a color-changing gecko, step on the ceiling to hide in, and make some noise inside to lure them over.

During this period of time, it was not possible to attract the attention of others. Although Charles is now invisible, this matter is also very difficult to handle.

Now his whole body is itchy, as if wearing a one-piece sweater next to his body, his body control ability has dropped a lot.

Charles started to move, and as he slowly approached the hatch, he could even smell the sweat of some sailors, the two were very close.

At this critical moment, "drip~" a drop of blood dripped from Charles' neck and fell towards the head below.

At this critical moment, a transparent tentacle protruded from his head, blocking the blood.

The process was safe and sound, and Charles successfully walked into the cabin. He hung upside down, like a track and field team member, and jumped over the bulbs used for lighting on the ceiling.

Without any hesitation, Charles rushed straight to the turbine cabin.

There was no one in the turbine cabin, the chief engineer, the first engineer, and the second engineer were all dismantling the guns on the deck. There was only the noisy mechanical sound, and the squirming lump of pustules on the turbine.

The scorching heat inside made the itching on Charles even more unbearable.

Charles twisted the black thorn on his neck again, and the pain that almost made people faint suppressed the itching all over his body.

As the captain, Charles is very familiar with all kinds of equipment here. He rushed to the hot turbine, looked at the temperature gauges on it, and began to adjust it skillfully.

Under his operation, as the index on the meter began to explode, the temperature in the cabin also rose rapidly.

Charles knew that the chimney outside must have been blowing fire, and if other people didn't want the Narwhal to blow up, they would definitely rush over.

No matter what brainwashing they are now, their purpose must be to sacrifice rituals, not to die in this darkness.

As soon as Charles exited the turbine cabin, he saw everyone in the turbine group rushing in quickly, followed by others.

They didn't all come in, even if they were brainwashed, they knew that the corridor couldn't hold so many people, and a chaotic swarm would only make the situation even more chaotic.

Charles lay on the ceiling, waiting quietly, waiting for the last person to appear.

Orderic...Lily...Bandage...Dipper rushed forward one by one.

Eventually Charles saw Nico who was at the back.

Just as the second officer passed by a cabin door, Charles, who was invisible, kicked his feet hard on the wall, pushing him all in, and the door closed instantly with his tentacles.

Nico's reaction was also quick. The muzzle of his pistol was already on Charles' stomach, but the trigger couldn't be pulled. Charles had already stuck his finger in it before him.

In the next second, a sharp black thorn protruded from the palm of Charles' prosthetic arm, and directly pierced Niko's forearm.

When Charles grabbed the tail of the black thorn and shook it violently, Nico cried out in pain, but soon his expression changed from pain to doubt, and finally, looking at the figure of Charles, it turned into panic.

"Captain, what... what happened to this? What happened to me?"

Seeing the other party say this, Charles breathed a sigh of relief. The other party came to his senses, and he had one more team member.

Charles didn't explain anything to him. He rushed to the corner and grabbed two mice, which were Lily's eyes.

Grab the sides of the mouse's thighs with both hands and gently break them apart. With a click, the bones are broken, so they can't report to Lily.

When Charles turned around after handling the mouse, he saw that Nico was about to pull out the black thorn on his forearm tremblingly.

"Don't pull it out!" Charles rushed forward, took Nico's trembling hand and pressed it hard, with a sound of "Puff", the black thorn was inserted back again.

Before Gao Gao screamed, Charles covered him with his hands.

As if he didn't see the bulging veins on Nico's flushed face, Charles lowered his voice and whispered what happened in his ear with the pearl earring.

"So let the black thorn stay in your body. Only pain can inhibit this brainwashing ability, and we must maintain enough pain at all times."

"What the hell is that thing? A god? How can it have such a terrifying ability?"

Charles shook his head, "I don't know. His number in the Foundation is 005-3, and he can be marked as 005 by the Foundation. He should be a ruthless character, but judging from the following 3, it should not be 005 itself, but a part of it. things."

"Derivatives are so strong, so isn't 005 stronger than a god?" Nico looked down at his bleeding arm.

"Cut the bullshit, these aren't things we're thinking about right now, whatever it is, we're going to get everyone else out first."

After stretching out his hand to pull Nico up from the ground, Charles stared at the eyes with eye shadow and said, "You're awake now, but they don't know it yet, so we need to call a messenger."