When Charles brought Lily back to the ship, it was already 3 a.m., and the little mouse was already huddled in his pocket and fell asleep.

Charles sat alone in his room without any sleepiness, and Anna and Swan's words echoed in his mind.

"It's really like Swan himself said, many people are taking his life? The strongest overlord in the North Sea ended so easily?"

This speculation is really unbelievable. The domineering aura of Swan's attempt to rule the entire earth sea has not yet dissipated, but it is about to collapse now?

Everything around was happening so quickly that Charles couldn't react.

He looked through the window at the cooling down of the British Island Pier. At this time, all fleets of Hope Island had left the port and floated back to the sea.

Lily's mouse has dispersed, and as long as the "Rondo" on the other side of the island has any abnormal reaction, it will be enough to react whether it is running or escaping.

Since Swan has completely broken up, Charles has no hope for the submarine, and he is more worried about Anna now.

And what she wanted to say in the end made Charles very puzzled. How did she know the monster in the water?

Charles sat in his room, thinking about these questions, and waited until the dock became hustle again, but he still didn't fully understand.

With a faint dark circle, Charles gathered all the management of the fleet and issued a new order as the Governor of Hope Island.

The entire fleet stopped beside the British Islands and waited to see what happened.

Charles was doing this for Anna. Although the woman said it was easy, if something happened to her, she could help her.

Of course, if Swan's empire was really shaky, he wouldn't mind pushing it behind.

The guy tied him up and pressed his gun against his head. Charles didn't forget that much.

Perhaps he felt that Charles was in a different mood, and the other crew members on the ship immediately became solemn. A faint solemn aura appeared above the fleet.

However, in the face of Charles's stressful reaction, the Navy in the British Islands seemed to have not seen half of it, and even a reconnaissance ship was not sent.

Soon, Charles' unexpected visitor appeared before him.

"Governor Charles, why don't you park your ship at the dock and let it float on the sea? Isn't this fuel consuming?"

The three ship designers holding drawings in their hands asked with confusion on their faces.

Charles looked carefully and found that they were really several designers I met at the dock before, and pushed the revolver inside the sleeves back. "Why are you here?"

The designer with frameless eyes in the lead was stunned when he heard this. "Governor, didn't you say you needed to customize a ship? We have found out the collective drawings and structural drawings."

Charles' eyes slowly swept across their faces, "Your Governor...has nothing special order?"

"What order? Oh, don't worry, designing a boat is just our career for the rest of our lives. Even if the Governor Swann doesn't speak, as long as it is the next order in our dock, we will do everything we can to do. This is our necessary professional ethics."

After hearing these calls, Charles was a little confused now. He didn't know what Swan was doing.

Take yourself away and offend yourself completely, but now let the dock continue to build ships for yourself? Is this guy schizophrenia?

"Governor, this is a drawing. Please check it out. I thought that the kind of ship you mentioned in the sea would be impossible to build, but after I climbed over the archives, I found that just 30 years ago, someone built the same strange ship."

The yellowed drawings were spread out in front of Charles, with the inner and outer drawings of a submarine.

With his hands, he passed by the drawings full of time, and Charles held his chin with his hands thinking about the problem.

He wanted a submarine to find the 319 relics to crack the information left in his mind. What did the person who asked for a submarine 30 years ago look for?

Seeing Charles stand in a daze, several designers looked at each other for a few days, and finally the designer with frameless glasses said: "The design 30 years ago was very backward. We can improve it based on it and create a new ship with stronger power and larger weapon systems."

Charles had no time to worry about what Swan was doing at this time. The submarine was right in front of him, and he couldn't have wanted it.

"How long will it take to rebuild one?"

"The drawings are ready-made. If it is just a small ship, it will take about 4 months to build parts first and then assemble them. It will be very fast to assemble surface ships, up to two months."

"What if you use your fastest speed? There is absolutely no problem with the payment."

"If people from other docks were asked to help together, it would definitely be much faster, but in this case, all the shipyard accessories factories in everyone will be forced to stop work. This is obviously impossible. The Navy will not let us do this. The schedules of all shipyards in the second half of the year are already very full."

After thinking for a while, Charles raised his head and said to them, "You guys do it first, I will call you the deposit. I will discuss with your governor how many shipyards can be freed to help you."

Looking at the three of them leaving, Charles' steel fingers kept beating on the table.

"Lily, have your friends discovered anything?"

"No, I have found anything on the island, but they say the atmosphere on the island is strange."

"I need any movement on the entire island to send all the rats out."

"Um!"

Charles' eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that a good show was about to be staged on the British Islands. Maybe he could also play with it and get what he wanted.

"Half a year? I can't wait for so long. If I ended this stage play, I can also help Anna from the side, killing two birds with one stone."

As time passed, nothing abnormal happened to the islanders of the British Islands, but things always happened.

Just half a month after Charles arrived in the British Islands, thick black smoke began to emerge in the center of the island.

Without everyone not reacting, the black smoke shrank and swelled. A dark orange mushroom cloud instantly appeared in the middle of the island.

A brief second later, the deafening explosion sounded and sank the island with shock waves.

The sound was so loud that Charles, who was looking at the other side, had a telescope and had a little ear twitch.

Seeing this scene, Charles's mouth slightly raised, "It seems that there is a good show to be played."
Chapter completed!