At first they just threw some tables, chairs and things like that.
When they realized that this would not reduce the weight much, the crew turned their attention to the heaviest items on the Narwhal, the two deck guns.
They shouted slogans loudly and began to work together to dismantle the deck gun.
Charles, who was in invisible mode, carefully stuck his head out of the chimney and looked at the absurd scene on the deck.
"What's going on? We are far enough away from 005-3 above, at least ten kilometers away. Why are they still showing no signs of waking up?"
Charles's face was extremely ugly at this moment. His previous plan had failed. He thought that the crew would be better off if they stayed away from 005-3, but now it seems that this is not the case at all. The effect of this brainwashing is not affected by distance.
He now had to solve this problem before the Narwhal descended to the ground, otherwise the crew of the Narwhal would definitely fight with the stationed troops in the stronghold below.
If that really happens, both sides will suffer heavy losses.
At this moment, the crew on the deck cheered. The bulky deck gun had just been thrown off the ship, and the descent speed of the Narwhal slowed down a lot.
Charles twisted the black thorn on his neck again, and the pain made his expression twist slightly again.
"No, I am alone now and there are too few people. I must get a few people together to find a solution to this problem."
Charles looked at all the people on the ship crowded on the deck and knew that it was not a good place to take action under such circumstances. He had to find a place with fewer people to separate them.
But now they were dismantling another deck gun, and under such circumstances, it was impossible to separate them.
After thinking for a few minutes, Charles decided to go to the top of the cabin door like a chameleon, hide in it by stepping on the ceiling, and make some noise inside to lure them over.
During this period of time, we cannot attract other people's attention. Although Charles is invisible now, this matter is still difficult to deal with.
His entire body was now extremely itchy, as if he were wearing a one-piece sweater, and his ability to control his body had greatly decreased.
Charles started to move, and as he slowly approached the cabin door, he could even smell the sweat odor of some sailors, the two were very close.
At this critical moment, "Drip~" a drop of blood dripped from Charles' neck and fell onto his head below.
At this critical moment, a transparent tentacle stretched out from his head and blocked the blood.
The process was uneventful, and Charles successfully entered the cabin. He hung upside down, like a track and field athlete, and jumped over the light bulbs on the ceiling.
Without any hesitation, Charles rushed straight to the turbine compartment.
The turbine room was empty. The chief engineer, the first engineer, and the second engineer were all on the deck dismantling the deck gun. The only sounds in there were the noisy machinery and the wriggling mass of rotten flesh on the turbine.
The scorching heat inside made the itchiness on Charles' body even more unbearable.
Charles twisted the black thorn on his neck again, and the severe pain that almost made him faint suppressed the itching all over his body.
As the captain, Charles was very familiar with all the equipment here. He rushed to the hot turbine, looked at the temperature gauges on it, and began to adjust it skillfully.
Under his operation, as the index on the meter began to grow rapidly, the temperature in the cabin also rose rapidly.
Charles knew that the chimney outside must be spewing fire by now, and if the others did not want the Narwhal to explode, they would definitely rush over.
As soon as Charles stepped out of the turbine compartment, he saw all the people in the turbine group rushing in quickly, followed by others.
Not all of them came in. Even though they were brainwashed, they knew that the corridor could not accommodate so many people, and a chaotic rush would only make the situation more chaotic.
Charles lay on the ceiling, waiting quietly, waiting for the last person to appear.
Audric... Lily... Bandage... Dipper, they all rushed forward.
Finally Charles saw Nico walking to the back.
Just as the second mate passed by a hatch, Charles, in invisible form, pushed his feet hard against the wall and pushed him in. With a touch of his tentacles, the door closed instantly.
Nico reacted quickly. The muzzle of his pistol was already against Charles' stomach, but he couldn't pull the trigger. Charles had already put his finger in and got it stuck before him.
The next second, a sharp black thorn stretched out from the palm of Charles' prosthetic arm and pierced directly into Nico's forearm.
When Charles grabbed the tail of the Blackthorn and shook it violently, Nico cried out in pain, but soon his expression changed from pain to confusion, and finally to horror as he looked at the figure of Charles.
"Captain, what…what happened? What happened to me?"
When Charles heard the other party say this, he immediately felt relieved. The other party had woken up and he had one more team member.
Charles didn't explain anything to him. He rushed to the corner and caught two mice. Those were Lily's eyes.
She grabbed the mice's thighs with both hands and gently twisted them. With a snap, the bones broke, and they would not be able to report to Lily.
When Charles finished dealing with the mouse and turned around, he saw Nico trembling and almost pulling out the black thorn on his forearm.
"Don't pull it out!" Charles rushed forward, grabbed Nico's trembling hand and pressed hard. With a "pop", the black thorn was inserted back in.
Before he could even scream, Charles covered it with his hands.
As if he didn't notice the bulging veins on Nico's red face, Charles lowered his voice and whispered what had happened in his ear with the pearl earring.
"So let the black thorn stay in your body. Only pain can suppress this brainwashing ability. We must always maintain sufficient pain."
"What on earth is that thing? A god? How can it possess such terrifying power?"
Charles shook his head. "I don't know. His number in the Foundation is 005-3. He should be a tough guy to be labeled as 005 by the Foundation. However, judging from the 3 at the end, he should not be 005 itself, but a derivative of it."
"If the derivatives are so powerful, then doesn't that mean 005 is more powerful than God?" Nico looked down at his arm which was still bleeding.
"Stop talking nonsense. These are not what we are considering now. No matter what it is, we have to rescue everyone else first."
After reaching out and pulling Nico up from the ground, Charles stared at the pair of eyeshadow-covered eyes and said, "You are awake now, but they don't know yet, so we need to create an information gap."
(End of this chapter)