Chapter 512: Another way

"who am I?"
"You are the captain."
"Then who are you?"
"I'm Deep, your captain, captain, you...what's wrong with you? Why do you suddenly ask this?"
"Don't talk nonsense, then answer my question, what is the thing hanging around your neck."
"Uh... the statue of the Holy Lord."
"Why do you want to hang it around your neck."
"Because as long as I hang it, I can feel extremely peaceful in my heart."
"You never believed in a before, why do you believe in it now? Dip, get rid of it, this feeling is false!"
"Captain, I can't get rid of it. This feeling of faith is really great. Think about it in this desperate world, where there is a great who will bless you in the dark. What a wonderful one. Something."
"Shit! I've seen that thing, it won't protect anyone at all! Will you protect the mites on you? Maybe he didn't even realize the existence of human beings!"
"No, Captain, I can feel him, the great God Futan, he really protects us, as long as we insist on believing in them..."
Charles waved his hand and interrupted Dip who was talking madly in front of him.
He stood up, turned his head to look at Anna next to him, "Try it."
Anna raised her chin slightly and sat down in front of Dip, "Look into my eyes, little man."
Dip's face was full of resistance, "Don't want to control my thinking, you monster!"
"Oh? Logically speaking, we Diwa are also followers of Futan, shouldn't we talk to me?"
Charles leaned back against the wall, and looked at Anna who was treating Dipp with furrowed brows.
This is a terrible thing. It is not what he wants to be completely mad and become a mad cultist. He just wants his crew to come back. Why is it so difficult.
After a while, Anna stood up after talking to Dip. "Charles, I can't help it. There is no special memory added to his mind. Tossing on the memory does not have any effect. This fanatical belief in Futan is more like a mark on the soul."
"Even if I take away his memory and turn him into a fool, he will still become a fool who believes in Fatan."
Dip, who was next to him, came over and interjected, "Captain, how long has passed now? Can I see my wife?"
"Just stay quiet, I will arrange for her to come and meet you."
Charles finished speaking and took Anna out of the cell.
As soon as he walked out of the door, James, who was already waiting, greeted him immediately, leaned to Charles and whispered to him: "Captain, they are all locked up, they are very cooperative and not resisting."
"Be careful, those guys might have some special way to escape."
"Well, don't worry, we have imprisoned some guys with special abilities. They can't escape. By the way, how is Dip?"
Charles looked at Dip in front of him and shook his head helplessly. "Not ideal, take me to meet them first."
In the cold and damp felon prison, Charles saw the Fatan followers bound in the water.
When Charles saw them through the iron fence, the octopuses also saw Charles.
"Governor Charles, we are also sorry for what happened to your crew, but this situation is not what we intended to see."
"And to think about it from another angle, it is an honor to be a believer of the Mighty One, which is better than a madman who even has to eat something?"
"Don't talk to me about this. The transaction mentioned before is not like this. If my team members can't recover, you don't want to get any news about your powerful people from me."
As soon as Charles's voice fell, the water in the jail instantly rolled, and then a pair of eyes appeared underwater, those familiar eyes.
"Governor Charles, you are too much. We have taken a step back before."
"I'll take you back a few steps. My people don't recover and this is not the end! If you can't help it, then our cooperation ends here, I will find another way!"
Hearing this, the head of the octopus in the water cell suddenly became excited. "You bastard! You selfish and dirty villain!! Futan will curse you!!"
Charles had a sullen expression and touched the iron guardrail in front of him with one hand. "Go lie, you cult lunatics! Futan doesn't care about anyone at all!!"
The white electric arc was quickly conducted along the iron fence into the water cell, and all the detained people suddenly convulsed violently, and their mouths slanted with white foam.
The cold water started to boil, and Charles still showed no sign of stopping.
When Charles released his hand again, the whole cell was filled with a disgusting smell of meat, and the meat in the "soup" was completely rotten.
"Charles! Are you provoking me?!" The eyes in the boiling water look like some kind of projection, without any influence, but now it is full of anger.
"Oh, don't talk to me about this, can we still love each other?" Charles turned and prepared to leave.
Just as he and Anna were about to walk out of the dungeon, the eyes in the dungeon said again: "Wait!! Is it possible that as long as your crew is completely cured, you will tell us the location of the Mighty One??"
Charles stopped. "You still have a way?"
"There is another way. You send them to the land where God descends. There is a holy thing here that can help your crew solve this problem."
"You have this way, why didn't you say it earlier?"
"Using this kind of holy relic requires a huge price. You can rest assured that the price will be paid by us, but so far we have paid great sincerity again. Now it is time for you to give us something. Where is the God Futan?"
Charles thought for a while and said: "North, in the north of Hope Island, it looks like 28 degrees."
"Very well, at least you didn't lie to us in this regard. I am waiting for your arrival in God."
Those eyes slowly disappeared in the broth. There was no surprise in his eyes. He seemed to have known the direction of God Futan. This questioning seemed to be just to test whether Charles really knew the specific location of God Futan.
Charles and Anna walked out of the cold and wet dungeon. They came to the beach and looked at the bright "sky" in the distance.
"Let the navy of Ancha Island come back?" asked Anna, who was holding Charles.
"Well, they can only temporarily slow down the development of the island over there. It's more important to go to the ground first."
"Are you really going? That's their place."
"It's okay, even if they hate me again, they don't dare to move me. The successive blows make them unable to support a large-scale battle."
"Of course ~EbookFREE.me~ it is best to have a chance to kill this group of cultists. Our relationship with them has never stopped. Keeping them is always a hidden danger."
Anna stretched out lazily and leaned gently on Charles. "The island is about to get busy again. It's really annoying. I came here and worked for you for nothing."
Charles reached out and stroked her long hair lightly, "Thank you, those who are able have worked harder."
At this moment, Charles looked at the distance and frowned slightly, "Anna, do you feel that the sun is a bit weaker?"
Anna also looked in the same direction as him, and said suspiciously: "Is there? It's not the same sunshine, are you dazzled?"
Charles rubbed his eyes and looked at it for a while and then said, "Forget it, let's go back. We are about to head to the East China Sea. The next thing will be a lot of death."
Anna's feet in red high heels slid on the sand and sat directly on Charles' neck. "Let's go, let's go home."