"Hurry up, we don't have time to prepare. The Pope will soon lure us here from before."
Future Charles spoke to present Charles, and there was a hint of annoyance on his face.
But this is understandable. Anyone would get impatient if they experience something three times.
Charles waved his right hand, and the crew followed, but those four were not included.
Seeing the four people in despair, Charles frowned slightly, and directly grabbed West's neck and carried him away. "Take them all away, we don't have time to waste."
Although it was a pity, 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.
Although the other crew members looked reluctant, they still did as they were told. At sea, the captain's orders are everything, and this is the iron rule on the ship.
Facing the fear of impending death, West trembled as he began to tell Charles his last words.
"Captain, please go back and tell my family that I love them. Also, as a dying man, please grant me a wish. I hope you can try to find my father, who died many years ago..."
"You are not dead..." Future Bandage's sudden words interrupted West's words, and then a light of hope appeared in his eyes. After all, who wants to die if they can live
"Really? I'm really still alive? Where is my future self?" West asked excitedly as he looked at the first mate who was wrapped in white bandages.
Future Bandage turned around and continued on his way. He didn't seem to want to say much.
Although the bandages did not explain the future fate of the four people, his words seemed to inject strength into them, so that at least they no longer needed others to support them to walk.
They had no doubt about what the bandage said, or rather, they dared not doubt it.
The flashlights in the crew's hands made the dense woods flicker.
The two teams shuttled through the woods, and after just a few minutes, they returned to the strange buildings they had seen before.
Future Charles didn't waste any words. He turned around and said to everyone, "Everyone, go find all kinds of car tires! Find as many as you can find, hurry up!"
Charles didn't know why he did this, but he ordered the crew to follow orders.
The tires were not difficult to find. Soon, seventeen or eighteen black tires were brought to them and piled up in front of them.
The nine bald men from the future rushed to the tires, took out sharp blades and started cutting. It seemed that they only wanted the black rubber on the outside.
One of the future bald men held up a palm-sized red gear and said to the current bald man, "My former self, come and help me. Use the power of the red wheel to condense these things into a bowl."
When Charles saw the rubber gradually solidifying into shape, he realized what the other party was doing. It turned out that the thing that had held him back before was this big rubber bowl.
No wonder his lightning ability didn't work. His ability had already been calculated by his future self.
At this time, Charles did not care about these things that had already been destined. His eyes were looking at the future people.
They were in a dishevel, with all the supplies on the crew's backs gone. Plus, with the four people gone, all these details indicated that they would be having a tough battle in the future.
"Where am I going next? What am I going to experience? Shouldn't I go back to the ship right away?" Charles thought a little uneasily.
He did not ask his future self. Since he did not say it now, it meant that Charles before him also did not say that he could not do anything other than the ring.
"Whoosh~!" A black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, making everyone alert instantly.
Patting the huge rubber bowl that the bald man had solidified with a special relic, 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 next. The two of us ambushed me and threw him onto the rooftop."
"Here are the specific steps. Also, lend me your rats. I don't have many left."
When Charles heard this, he turned his head and looked towards the feet of Future Charles. Before, he only saw people and didn't notice the mice. Now he realized that there were only dozens of mice left in the future.
Charles nodded to his future self. "No problem."
He now understood that the anxious cry before was not made by the previous mouse, but by the current mouse.
"Bang, bang, bang!", three gunshots rang out suddenly. Charles was a little nervous. After the gunshots, his past self began to go downhill.
"Hurry up! Get away from here and don't let them see us." The two groups hurried towards the woods.
Future Charles quickly gave the mice some instructions and quickly caught up.
He quickly explained the tasks to the crew members, and his steps were very skillful.
Charles was taking notes silently on the side. He knew that it would probably be his turn to say it again soon.
After a group of people quickly arrived at the ambush point, Charles and his future self squatted on the treetops carrying huge rubber bowls, quietly waiting for Charles to arrive. The other crew members also took their positions.
At this time, the Pope also changed into a black coat, preparing to work together with the future Pope to stop the past Pope.
As for the other crew members who could not help, they quickly left the forest with bandages on.
"Is what Bandage said true? West and the others are really not dead?" Charles couldn't help himself in the end.
Future Charles had a complicated expression. "Don't ask. You'll know soon anyway."
"Squeak~Squeak~!" The sound of mice approached rapidly, and Charles' heartbeat gradually accelerated.
Soon, a group of mice scurried through the woods, and behind them was Charles.
Just as he swung right below Charles and the others, the bald man who had been lying in ambush in the mud crushed the black block in his hand, and a circle of black mist instantly enveloped him.
In the black fog, the future Dipper jumped out from a group of leaves, raised the sharp dagger in his hand, and chopped hard at the anchor hook chain pierced on the tree trunk.
"Clang!" The chain broke, and Charles, who was moving forward, lost his strength and fell to the ground.
"Jump!" With a low shout from the future Charles, the two men raised the huge rubber bowls in their hands and rushed towards the black fog.
Just as Charles grabbed the rubber, two identical bald men stepped forward and used the same red gear to quickly turn the rubber into a semi-liquid.
This semi-liquid quickly wrapped up Charles tightly as if it were a living thing.
(End of this chapter)