At the beginning, they were just throwing things like tables and chairs.
But when they realized this barely lightened the load, the crew turned their attention to the heaviest things aboard the Unicorne, the two deck guns.
They shouted in unison, working together to dismantle the deck guns.
Charles, remaining invisible, carefully peeked his head out from the chimney and observed the absurd scene unfolding on the deck.
"What's happening? We should be far enough from 005-3 by now, at least over ten kilometers away. Why are there still no signs of them regaining consciousness?"
Charles's face turned extremely ugly at this moment. His previous plan had failed. He had thought that moving away from 005-3 would help the crew recover, but it seemed that the brainwashing effect was not affected by distance.
He now had to resolve this issue before the Unicorne descended to the ground; otherwise, the crew would certainly clash with the troops stationed at the base below.
