At first they just threw some tables, chairs and so on.

When they found that this could not be much reduced, the crew members turned their attention to the heaviest thing on the Narwhal, the two deck cannons.

They shouted loudly and worked together to dismantle the deck cannons.

Charles, who was invisible, carefully poked his head out of the chimney and looked at the absurd scene on the deck.

"What's going on? This is far enough from 005-3 above, at least ten kilometers, why do they still have no sign of soberness?"

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

He must solve this problem now before the Narwhal descends to the ground, otherwise the crew of the Narwhal will definitely work with the troops stationed at the strongholds below.

If that happens, then no matter who is the party, you will suffer heavy losses.

At this moment, the people on the deck cheered, the bulky deck cannon had just been thrown off the ship, and the Narwhal's descending slowed down a lot.

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Charles twisted the black thorns around his neck, and the pain made his expression slightly twist again.

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

Charles looked at the whole boatman who was crowded on the deck and knew that in this case, he was not a good place to do something, and he had to find a place with few people to separate them.

But now they are dismantling another deck cannon, and in this case, they cannot be separated.

After thinking for a few minutes, Charles planned to come to the hatch door like a color-changing gecko and hide in on the ceiling.

During this period, it cannot attract the attention of others. Although Charles is now invisible, this matter is also difficult to deal with.

His body is extremely itchy now, just like he is wearing a onesie sweater close to his body, and his body control ability has decreased a lot.

Charles started to act, and as he slowly approached the hatch, he could even smell some of the sweat stinking from the sailors.

At this critical moment, a drop of blood fell from Charles' neck and fell toward his head below.

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

The process was in danger. Charles successfully walked into the cabin. He hung upside down, like a track and field team, crossed the light bulbs used for lighting on the ceiling.

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

There was no one in the turbine cabin. The chief engineer, the big pipe wheel, and the second pipe wheel are now removing the deck cannons on the deck. There was only the noisy mechanical sound and the pussy on the turbine.

The heat inside made Charles' itching even more unbearable.

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

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

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

Charles knew that the chimney outside must have been spitting fire now, and if others didn't want the entire Narwhal to explode, they would definitely rush over.

No matter what brainwashing them now, their purpose must be a sacrifice ceremony, rather than dying in this darkness.

As soon as Charles retreated from the turbine compartment, he saw everyone in the turbine team rushing back quickly, and the others followed closely behind.

They didn't all come in. Even if they were brainwashed, they knew that the corridor could not be filled with so many people, and rushing in chaos would only make the situation even more chaotic.

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

Audric...Lily...Bandage...Dip, they rushed forward one by one.

Finally, Charles saw Nico who was walking to the end.

Just as he passed by a hatch door, Charles kicked his feet hard against the wall and pushed him in. The door was closed in an instant with the tentacles.

Nico's reaction was also very fast. The muzzle of his pistol was already pressing against Charles' stomach, but the trigger could not be pulled. Charles had already stuck his finger in and stuck it.

The next second, the sharp black thorn stretched out from the palm of Charles' prosthesis and penetrated directly into Nico's forearm.

When Charles grabbed the black thorn's tail and shook violently, Nico screamed in pain, but soon his expression changed from pain to doubt, and finally, Charles, who was looking at the appearance, turned into horror.

"Captain, what's going on...what happened to me?"

When Charles saw the other party say this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The other party woke up and another member of his team member.

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

He grabbed the rat's thighs with both hands and gently broke it. With a click, the bones were broken, so they could not report to Lily.

As soon as Charles finished handling the mouse, he turned around and saw Nico tremblingly pulling out the black thorn on his forearm.

"Don't pull it out!" Charles rushed forward, held Nico's trembling hand and pressed hard. With a "pop", the black thorn inserted it back.

Before the high scream was released, Charles covered it back directly.

As if he hadn't seen his tense and red face, the blue veins rose, Charles lowered his voice and whispered the incident in his face with pearl earrings.

"So let the black thorns stay in your body. Only pain can suppress this brainwashing ability, and we must always maintain enough pain."

"What the hell is that thing? God? How could it have such a terrible power?"

Charles shook his head, "I don't know that His number in the foundation is 005-3. He can be marked as 005 by the foundation. He should be a ruthless person. However, from the latter 3, it should not be the 005 entity, but a part of its derivative."

"The derivatives are so strong, isn't the strength of 005 even stronger than that of a god?" Nico looked down at his arms that were still bleeding.

"Stop talking nonsense, these are not what we are thinking about now. No matter what it is, we must first save everyone else."
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