"Are these things here to save the child?" Charles frowned slightly and saw the appearance of the enemy through the glass window in front.
At this time, around the Narwhal, more than a dozen special metal structures that looked like fighter planes were constantly circling.
The wings of the propeller fighter were replaced with goose wings. As they flapped continuously, the power generated pushed the elliptical body to move quickly.
Facing a strange underwater flying machine whose identity was unknown, the first mate proposed a solution. "Captain... do you want to launch... a test torpedo...?"
Thinking of the little boy's appearance just now, Charles slowly shook his head and said, "Wait, I will take the child named Bogro out to negotiate."
"There is no need for conflict between the two sides. It would be best if we could take this opportunity to have an effective communication with the indigenous people of this island. If something can be resolved with words, it is best not to resolve it with bullets."
The cold sea water was refilled into the decompression chamber. Charles half-knelt down facing the child in front of him. He first stuffed the remaining candies into the child's hands, and then continued to bless and instruct.
"There are things coming outside, probably to rescue you. When you get out, tell them that I have no ill intentions. I'm just here to look for something."
Pogro, who was a little confused, kept nodding his head while grabbing the candy. It was unclear whether he really understood or was simply afraid.
"Hiss~" With a sound of air, the door of the decompression chamber opened, and the bubbles in the sea water quickly floated up from the water.
Charles grabbed the boy and returned to the cold sea. This time, to show friendliness, he came out alone.
Bogro looked at the fighter planes in the distance with a hint of fear in his eyes, but when he turned his head to look at Charles beside him, the fear in his eyes was even greater.
"Hey!! Don't attack them, they say they are good people!" the boy shouted at those things.
Charles frowned slightly, "What's the matter with saying that he is a good person? This child is so weird at such a young age?"
Bogro was still shouting in the water, and seeing how focused he was, he didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with his words.
The surrounding fighter planes stopped in the water, standing side by side as if discussing something.
As time passed, Charles felt that the situation seemed to be at a stalemate and he had to make a change.
"Go back and explain it to them in person." With a push from Charles at Bogro, the little boy immediately fell a few meters away.
Since the other party did not start attacking immediately, perhaps you could express goodwill first.
Since the other party can use this tool, he must have high intelligence. Besides, he was the one who captured the child, so he would not lose anything by letting him go.
Bogro turned his head and looked at Charles, and then he did something that Charles did not expect.
The child opened his hands and suddenly swam towards the building below. He was so fast that he didn't even bother to pick up the candy floating in the water.
Just as Pogro was getting closer and closer to the building, a shell was fired from the direction of the fighter planes.
Unexpectedly, the missile blew the little boy Pogro into a ball of blood.
Charles in the diving suit was stunned, and so were the others. What was going on? Wasn't this their man
Before Charles could react, those deformed and fused fighters began to turn their noses, and the cabin opened from the bottom. A cannonball with a live chicken head hanging on the top was shot directly towards Charles.
Charles wanted to hide, but the diving suit weighing more than 200 pounds slowed him down sharply, and he had no time to hide.
The shock wave was still coming, and Charles in the water was struggling hard, trying to right his body. He knew that the Narwhal was attacked, and he had to go back to help immediately.
When Charles finally managed to steady himself, he found that he had a bigger problem. His heavy diving suit had been completely torn apart by the explosion.
The strong water pressure continuously poured sea water into his lungs, and the familiar feeling of suffocation appeared again.
Charles gritted his teeth and quickly reached behind him, and the thick oxygen tube was blown off.
With a loud "boom", another shell hit Charles directly, this time blowing him away even further.
Charles felt severe pain again. This time, without the protection of the heavy diving suit, the tearing pain all over his body made him realize that he was seriously injured.
Charles knew that this was the effect of his body being strengthened by the stone, otherwise he would have been blown to pieces just like Bogro just now.
It wasn't a big deal if he was seriously injured, but the problem was that he actually flew further away. The feeling of suffocation became more and more severe, and he was about to drown.
Charles waved his hands vigorously, pushing away the sea water that was dyed red by his own blood, and swam towards the Narwhal.
The impurities in the sea water made Charles's eyes sting when he opened them. He saw that the Narwhal was turning rapidly and firing torpedoes at those strange things.
The hull made of No. 3 steel gives the Narwhal amazing defensive power. Even if it is hit by the enemy's bomb, it will only be dented a little.
"Whoosh~" A black shadow quickly rushed towards Charles. It was Dipper, who came to save his captain.
"Captain! Hold on! I'll help take you to the boat." He held Charles and rushed quickly towards the decompression chamber.
Another shell was fired at them, but Dipper was very agile in the water and dodged it with a slight flash.
Just when he was bringing Charles to the cabin door and was about to take him up, suddenly a hand supported the board. It was Charles' hand.
"Captain! Come up quickly! You will drown!!" Dipper shouted anxiously.
Charles shook his head slightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of sea water through his nose. The feeling of suffocation was still very strong, but his consciousness did not disappear. This was abnormal.
"There's something wrong with the water here. I can breathe directly underwater."
"Whoosh!" The foam rolled and another shell came shooting. Charles turned around quickly, stepped hard on the deck with his feet and dodged it directly.
The shock wave caused by the explosion threw Charles back several times, but when he steadied himself in the sea, he looked at those strange flying machines with a sneer on his face.
"Sure, he's really smart, and he even dared to attack me, Dipper! Let everyone come out, we can breathe directly in this place, so why should we be afraid of him?"
After saying that, Charles raised his prosthetic anchor hook and headed towards a strange mechanical body flying by.
The sharp anchor hook directly nailed onto the opponent's tail wing, leaving a little blood.
(End of this chapter)