A gust of wind directly knocked Qi Lin to the ground, and at the same time, Qi Lin only felt a sharp pain like a tear in his eardrum, and a "buzzing" buzzing sound echoed throughout his head.

The kinetic energy attached to the three-shot railgun shells was far more powerful than the conventional shells with explosion as the main killing function, and the entire top floor of the bridge shook violently, and many corrugated deformations and folds appeared on the two walls of the metal corridor in an instant.

"This power...... Seems a little too big......"

It was the first time that Qi Lin had fired three rounds of railcannons at such a close distance, and it was still in a confined internal space, and he was not directly shocked to death by the aftermath, all thanks to the set of dragon scale armor he was wearing close to him and his extremely strong physical fitness.

Holding his head and shaking his head, Qi Lin subconsciously touched the bottom of his nostrils, and when he touched it, it was a hand of sticky blood.

The aftermath of the three-shot railgun still caused Qi Lin to suffer a lot of internal injuries.

However, Qi Lin couldn't care about the injuries on his body at this time, there were already loud shouts and chaotic footsteps under the stairs, Qi Lin quickly took out two grenades, pulled the pull ring and threw them down the stairs, and then ran towards the command room with the severely deformed bulkhead.

The inside of the command room has been completely destroyed by three railgun shells, those sophisticated instruments and operating systems have all become piles of scrap metal, and the corpses of those players who were originally lying in the command room have also been shocked into puddles of minced meat by the powerful force.

Two of the three shells were fired on the console and floor of the command room, but when the last one was fired, Qi Lin was worried that the glass porthole covered with a strong metal film would not be completely shattered, so he shook the muzzle slightly, allowing the last shell to hit the porthole of the command room directly.

Now, the glass on the entire porthole in front of the command room has completely disappeared, and the salty sea breeze is pouring into the bridge. As for the piece of glass, I don't know if it was shattered or if it was carried out by a cannonball.

Grabbing the edge of the porthole with both hands, Qi Lin leaned out half of his body, only to see a large amount of billowing smoke coming out of the top of another bridge opposite, it seemed that Cheng Yanqiu and they had also succeeded.

The deck of the aircraft carrier was already in chaos, and the players on the deck had no idea what was going on, thinking that the aircraft carrier had been attacked by some missile, and were screaming in panic and running around in search of a solid cover, while the Templars were rushing towards the two bridges from all parts of the carrier.

Looking down from the heights, the black heads below look like countless ants, and the two bridges look like two crumbled biscuits stained with honey.

"I really stabbed a hornet's nest, and I stabbed two at once."

Fastening the straps on his backpack, Qi Lin climbed onto the edge of the porthole, and then, jumping towards the dark blue sea, jumped straight down-

The supercarrier is inserted into the port at an angle of about 30 degrees, and compared to the bow part of the stranded ship, the bridge is located relatively far behind, so the depth of the sea directly below the bridge is also tens of meters, and Qi Lin does not have to worry about hitting the bottom directly after falling into the sea.

With the experience of falling into the sea last time, Qi Lin recalled as much as possible the movements of the high platform divers he had seen on TV this time, stretching his arms downward, while clasping his hands together, and keeping his body as perpendicular to the sea as possible-

"Poof!"

The clenched fists of both hands broke through the sea like an awl, and Qi Lin's entire body "drilled" into the sea very smoothly, and the splash was very small.

Well, if it was seen by the diving coaches of those national teams in the old days, it would definitely be shocking......

Under the action of gravity and inertia, Qi Lin plunged his head to a position about five or six meters deep underwater, and the force was offset by the seawater.

Although the length of the firmament-class supercarrier was more than a kilometer, the draft was only less than thirty meters, and Qi Lin easily passed under the aircraft carrier and emerged from the sea on the outside of the port side of the aircraft carrier.

After looking around, Qi Lin suddenly found that the heads of the two people on the sea not far away were constantly sinking and floating, it was Cheng Yanqiu and Fog Eye.

Qi Lin hurriedly swam over, grabbed Cheng Yanqiu's arm, and pulled him out of the water.

"Ahem, ahem...... This sea ...... It's really unpalatable......" Cheng Yanqiu, who choked on several mouthfuls of seawater in a row, reluctantly pulled out a wry smile.

His arms were still tightly wrapped around the chest ribs of the unconscious Misty Eye, but Qi Lin found that in the sea water around the Misty Eye, streams of dark red blood were spreading rapidly.

"I was shot twice in the fog eye, and the wound caused by the gluttony before I jumped into the sea broke again...... Well, he should have the number of resurrections left, right? Cheng Yanqiu said quickly.

"Let's not talk about this yet, we have to find a way to get ashore!" Qi Lin held Cheng Yanqiu's arm with one hand, and the vest worn by Fog Eye with the other, and his legs began to step on the water vigorously.

At this time, the players of the mutual aid association on the aircraft carrier naturally also discovered the traces of the three people, and leaned on the side of the ship one after another, raised their guns and fired fiercely at Qi Lin.

Fortunately, there were no high-precision sniper rifles among these players, or no shooters who could handle this weapon, and those assault rifles fired bullets at this range were completely inaccurate, and the closest shot from Qi Lin was nearly ten meters away.

Qi Lin and Cheng Yanqiu dragged the unconscious foggy eye and swam for nearly half an hour before finally climbing onto a deserted beach.

As for those Mutual Aid Club players who wanted to drive a speedboat to chase down them, after Qi Lin blasted the two speedboats with two railcannons, the rest of the people didn't dare to chase after them.

Putting Misty Eye on the beach, Qi Lin tore his clothes hard, only to see that the wound that had been scabbed by Misty Eye was completely torn open, and blood continued to gush out of it.

Misteye's breathing was very weak, and he had lost a lot of blood all the way just now, his face was horribly pale, and his lips were also glowing with iron blue.

"You have to have a blood transfusion, otherwise you won't last long." Qi Lin shook his head, not to mention whether he and Cheng Yanqiu's blood types could match the foggy eye, even if they could, they couldn't find a set of tools that could be used for blood transfusion.

"I can only hope that he has the remaining resurrections." Cheng Yanqiu's face also showed a look of regret.