"Clang!" Charles thrust the black blade in his hand into the wall. But before he could pull it out, with a hissing sound, a white water line pierced his body directly.
Under the influence of powerful pressure, the water line seemed to turn into a sharp knife, cutting through Charles' clothes and skin and drilling into his body.
Charles growled and stepped aside to escape the impact of the water jet. In just one second, a bloody hole was cut in his left shoulder.
Charles didn't have time to pay attention to this at the moment. He looked at the gap in the water line that was still spraying water, and quickly put on his diving suit.
Since there is sea water inside, it proves that the area behind Door No. 7 is connected to the outside world. Once the water rises, it will be too late to put on a diving suit.
The white water column sprayed very quickly, and after a while, the space inside was quickly filled with sea water. When the pressure inside and outside became the same, the water column finally stopped.
Charles took out the black blade and the flesh revolver and started to pry open the door. The same metal door had been thoroughly understood by Charles.
He found the exact location of the bolt and quickly removed it.
However, the moment the door opened, the scene in front of him stunned Charles.
Behind the door was not a room, but a huge hole.
He swam over, looked up, and could vaguely see some decaying high-rise buildings. They were coming out.
It seemed as if something had dug a huge tunnel here, and the edge of the tunnel just happened to include the hidden door number seven, tearing it apart completely.
"If that's the case, then 319 should be..." Charles slowly lowered his head and looked towards the huge, inky black hole.
Faintly, Charles seemed to see something huge moving inside.
Just when Charles was hesitating whether to go down, "Bang!" The sudden sound in the silent dark sea made him feel shocked all over.
"Tick-tock" a drop of water dripped onto Charles' face through the gap in the glass.
"This dress can't hold up! I have to go up right now!!"
Charles gestured wildly at Feuerbach with his hands.
Feuerbach also saw the line on Charles' lens, so he didn't dare to be careless. He quickly directed the shark to swim upstream with Charles.
But not long after Charles surfaced, he suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if he was burned by flames.
Charles remembered something and looked towards the wall next to him, and found that Wailing Graffiti was standing on the wall, staring at him with its slit-open eyes.
A black marker rolled past Charles, as if hinting at something.
Charles looked at the growing gap in the lens, then he grabbed the marker and rushed over to the wailing graffiti and started writing.
"Come onto me! I'll take you up there!!"
Charles turned his head quickly and looked back again, only to find that the portrait had disappeared.
At this time, Charles didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly swung his legs to rush upwards.
The shark rushed towards the surface of the water with Charles. At this time, Charles no longer cared about decompression sickness. He just wanted to survive.
"Bang!" The pain on his face made Charles' heart tighten instantly. The lens was broken and water poured in! !
The pressurized sea water rushed into Charles' hood from the broken gap.
This situation did not last long, and an even more unbearable situation emerged. The pressure gathered from all directions forced the sea water to continuously pour into every hole in Charles' body.
Before long, Charles' stomach and lungs were filled with seawater, and his consciousness began to blur. Feuerbach's constant shaking beside him did not help.
Seeing the captain not moving at all, Feuerbach showed a very anxious expression on his face. He urged his shark to go as fast as possible.
The water pressure began to slowly decrease, and they finally reached the sea surface.
Feuerbach rushed onto the deck, carrying Charles, whose face had turned ashen.
"Ship's doctor! Crew members, come quickly! The captain is drowning!!"
The crew of the Narwhal swarmed up.
They watched anxiously as the doctor pressed on the captain's chest.
But after a few minutes, Charles, with his purple lips, still had no reaction and lay on the ground like a corpse. Lily beside him was already crying anxiously.
"Don't cry! As long as I'm here, he won't be able to die!"
After the doctor finished speaking, he injected a bottle of yellow liquid into Charles' body. The next second, he did something that surprised everyone.
Charles' black blade appeared in his hand. The doctor stabbed the knife directly into Charles' chest. With a twist and a lift, a rib was lifted out.
Before the blood spurted out, the doctor's prosthetic limb had already been inserted directly into the incision, grabbed Charles' heart and squeezed it quickly.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes, and with a "cough", Charles suddenly turned sideways and spit out sea water in big mouthfuls.
Seeing this, a smile appeared on the doctor's ugly face. "Hurry up and carry him to my medical room. I will put his ribs back in place."
In the medical room filled with all kinds of strange smells, the doctor who had just completed the operation lay on the chair, gasping for breath. This intense operation was really unbearable for an elderly man.
"Don't use this kind of CPR before the most critical moment. The infection in the later stage will be very troublesome to deal with." The doctor said slowly, and Linda took notes silently in a notebook.
"Thank you. If it weren't for you, I might not be able to come back today." Charles said with an exhausted voice, covering his wound with his hand.
The doctor didn't even bother to look at Charles. He thought that nothing good would happen to this kid when he went out.
Charles was about to laugh, but the pain in his chest made him take a breath.
"Okay, stop talking and just lie down peacefully."
Charles waved his hand, "No, I meant to say that I found what you need down there."
Soon, Feuerbach walked into the medical room with three tablets in his hands.
The doctor reached out his hand tremblingly and touched the cold steel. The scar on his face kept shaking, as if he didn't know what expression to use.
"Doctor, several of my sharks are also seriously injured. Since the captain has cured them, I will go and bring them over. Please treat them." Feuerbach said as he walked towards the door of the medical room.
But just as his fingers touched the door handle, Charles' pupils shrank to a very small size in an instant, and he saw a red dot appear above the door at some point.
"Stop! Don't move!" Charles' voice frightened Feuerbach so much that his body trembled.
"Huh?" As Feuerbach turned around with a confused look on his face, he opened the door behind him.
(End of this chapter)