In the dim tunnel, just as Anna was about to walk through, a green hand reached out and grabbed her. It was the hand of Charles who had turned into a monster.
"Wait, don't chase him yet. He is probably pretending. Maybe this is a trap."
Anna raised the corner of her mouth and stroked the scar on Charles' face with her hand. "So you're going to throw your body away? Even though it's tattered, it's still usable, isn't it?"
Before Charles could express his opinion, Anna spoke again: "Don't worry, I'm good at dealing with them. After all, we were relatives before. That guy is an open book in front of me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Anna quickly broke free from the other person's hands and rushed towards 1189-1 in the tunnel in the distance.
As she jumped and ran, her sexy, slender long legs instantly split apart, and several black tentacles emerged from them and swung rapidly, acting as a means of transportation.
Just when Charles was still wondering what she meant by that, Norden's expression suddenly changed. He took out a black-cased pistol and quickly pulled the trigger at Charles' dark green body.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Charles dodged swiftly, but was still hit by two bullets.
The next second, thorny vines instantly climbed up Nuo Deng's body and tied him up.
"Hurry up and control him! He has been swapped bodies with those things!! Linda, heal the captain!!"
The chaotic situation made the crew immediately forget about Anna's departure.
Even without lights, just by touch, 1189-1 has begun to gradually blend into their members, controlling their bodies to kill each other.
Led by the first and second mates, the crew of the Narwhal quickly joined the battle. The situation became increasingly intense, and it was almost impossible to tell which side was stronger.
However, what makes people feel a little relieved is that Charles, the most powerful one, has already left, and even if the remaining people are controlled, the damage will be limited.
In a corner of the tunnel, Linda knelt on one knee and carefully reached her hand into Charles' bloody gunshot wound, digging carefully.
Norden's bullet was a shrapnel bullet. It looked like a small blood spot the size of a finger on the outside, but the wound inside was at least as big as two fists.
An ordinary human being can prepare for his coffin if he is shot in any part of his body.
"Ta~" The bloody bullet was thrown on the ground. Linda quickly took out the scalpel, cut open the wound, cleaned the wound, and sutured the blood vessels.
"Captain, your body is no longer human. Ordinary anesthetics may not work. Please be patient."
Charles shook his green deformed head. "It's okay. This body is not that fragile. Just treat it simply. Go help others first."
At this moment, T, who had just run away, walked up to Charles.
"Tell your men to hurry up. We can't outlast them. We must end this battle quickly."
After feeling that all the wounds on his body were sutured, Charles stood up directly. "Don't just talk, do it too."
"Of course I helped. Sometimes, strategy is more important than action." Just as T finished speaking, Charles felt a special trembling sound coming from the ceiling.
Charles immediately realized that those were the green centipedes that had been exchanged before, and T found all of them that were scattered.
"Go! Kill them!" Charles controlled his long limbs and stood up again, with sharp wires extending from his arms.
He rushed into the battle with T and other green centipedes.
In the darkness, because the light is blocked, Charles and his eyeless monsters can thrive.
With a "click", Charles opened his bloody mouth and tore off the head of the human in front of him.
He had just spit the head with the trachea in its mouth onto the ground and was about to go to other places for support when he found that other places had gradually become quiet.
Various sounds and vibrations continued to be heard, allowing Charles to clearly feel the surrounding environment.
The bodies controlled by 1189-1 were either dead or controlled. In this small-scale battle, they won.
The damage on the human side was also not small. The tunnel was filled with the smell of human blood and gunpowder, and groans of pain continued to be heard.
"Bandage, count the number of people, treat the wounded." It was really inconvenient for Charles to do anything right now.
"Mr. Charles... ? Is it really you?" The timid Lily stayed in the distance and looked over here.
Charles nodded and held out his long green fingers to her.
Lily took a few steps back, but then rushed forward and stretched out her little paws to hug him. She said with a hint of frustration, "Mr. Charles, I'm sorry... I didn't recognize that guy was fake..."
Charles shook his head and traced the ground with his fingers. "It's not your fault. That guy has my memories and my personality. It's normal that you can't tell the difference."
Hearing Charles's comfort, Lily smiled sweetly and said with a hint of boasting, "Mr. Charles, my mice have been very busy just now! Their abilities are useless to us mice. They can only control one mouse at most, but we have many mice."
"Yeah, yeah, Lily is amazing." Just as Charles was stroking her head with his fingers, T fell from the ceiling to his side.
"Hurry up, we can't stay here any longer. We have to leave here as soon as possible. There are far more 1189-1s than here."
The good mood just now disappeared in an instant, and Charles immediately informed everyone of the news.
Everyone present quickly led the crew to evacuate outside, as if something was chasing them in the darkness.
When they arrived at the expansion site and saw the lights of the Narwhal outside, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
But this did not include Charles. He turned his head towards the dark tunnel, thinking anxiously about Anna.
She has been gone for a while. According to Anna's ability, if the problem could really be solved easily, she should have come back long ago.
"Captain! The wounded have been brought aboard! We can go—Ahhh!!"
Along with Dipper's scream, one of the Narwhal's large air bags exploded instantly, and the whole ship capsized. The wounded on the deck screamed and rolled to the ground like a rolling gourd.
Fortunately, in the next second, the Narwhal's ropes and bandage vines fell quickly from the air and quickly entangled them.
Charles didn't have time to pay attention to that side now, because he felt that there was a big thing behind the triangular hill, slowly approaching him.
The trembling sound reached Charles's receptors, and a strange and huge monster gradually appeared in his mind.
(End of this chapter)