"Click, click" water droplets dripped from the metallic wall, and Chen Lingfeng woke up from the cold touch. There was still a dull pain in the back of his head, and his hands were tied in iron chains in a small room without windows, and Lin Zhenhong was lying at his feet, life and death uncertain.

Chen Lingfeng twisted his arm, he wanted to break free to see how Lin Zhenhong was injured, but there was no possibility that the strong iron chain would loosen in the slightest.

"Young man, don't waste your efforts, he won't die for a while, you bandaged him very well, the bleeding has stopped. However, you are not far from death. A hoarse and low voice came from the dark corner of the closed room, and Chen Lingfeng realized that there was another person in the room.

The man slowly crawled out of the corner, and it was a scrawny man with his feet locked, whose face had been completely covered by his untrimmed hair, and his age could not be seen clearly.

"The people locked up in this room are people who are about to be executed, I didn't expect that my old life will have a companion when I leave, you are welcome, just call me a repairman, for those of us who are about to die, the name is just a code name." The man climbed in front of Lin Zhenhong and turned him over, and probed his breath with his hand.

"You're pretty tough, old thing." The repairman patted Lin Zhenhong on the chest, and nodded to Chen Lingfeng, indicating that Lin Zhenhong's vital signs were still stable.

"What is this place?" Chen Lingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and began to look around at the closed metal room.

"Heh, I really miss your question." The repairman crawled back into the corner, and the whole person was submerged in the darkness again.

"This was originally the main ship of the Fifth Fleet, the USS Sektis, but after that damn cataclysm, Colonel Norland and the entire ship defected to the sea to escape the disaster. It is now the maritime kingdom of Norland's dictatorship. The repairman said slowly in the dark.

"By the way, did you see a little girl about 7 years old who was arrested with us?" Chen Lingfeng remembered Bobbi and hurriedly asked the repairman.

"Women won't be locked up with us, but don't worry, women will be treated preferentially here, and the little girl you said should be in no danger for the time being."

"Are there a lot of people being held here?" Chen Lingfeng heard the repairman's answer and realized that there must be a lot of people living on the aircraft carrier.

"There are indeed a lot of people here, people who know about the existence of this aircraft carrier, who have taken refuge. Men, women, slaves, dictators, dead and alive. The repairman replied coldly.

"Since there are so many people, haven't you ever thought of overthrowing the so-called King of Norland?" Chen Lingfeng felt weakness between the lines of the repairman's words.

"Young people, rebellion does not belong to the confused, the confused need faith, but this faith does not come from heaven, but from hell. The blind obedience of the group has long made them lose their direction, and the humble life is more precious than the proud death. The repairman's philosophical words made Chen Lingfeng unable to refute for a while.

As the two spoke, there was a rush of footsteps outside the room.

Then there was a crack in the door lock, and two soldiers in uniform walked in.

"Hey, that's it, he's going to be sent to the gallows later." The short soldier said to the tall soldier standing beside him.

"I heard that this guy chopped off one of Chief Stoker's arms, making him a wreck. This guy is going to die anyway, so let's see if he's really good first. The tall soldier looked at Chen Lingfeng and teased, and then his strong fist slammed into his abdomen.

After a few punches, Chen Lingfeng only felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Do you want to try it?" The tall soldier was on his head, shouting at the short soldier.

"Forget it, don't kill him, if he dies, we'll be finished." The short soldier waved his hand and took out the key from his pocket, ready to untie the chains on Chen Lingfeng's hand.

The key opened the chain, and Chen Lingfeng immediately knelt on the ground holding his stomach.

The short soldier bent down and prepared to help Chen Lingfeng up. But as soon as he bent down, Chen Lingfeng quickly stood up from the ground, and the huge impact hit the mandible of the short soldier, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

The short soldier covered his mouth in pain and could only make a "woo, woo" sound from his throat, and before he could react, Chen Lingfeng had already gone around behind him, holding his head with both hands, and twisted his neck with a "click".

"You... What are you doing? The tall soldier witnessed the death of his companion in an instant, and retreated in fright, shuddering as he pulled his pistol from the holster at his waist.

Before the tall soldier could open the pistol safe, the repairman crawled up to him, grabbed his legs and dragged him back, and the tall soldier immediately flew up and slammed into the floor, breaking the bridge of his nose.

Chen Lingfeng followed and slammed into the tall soldier's neck, knocking him unconscious.

This place is not suitable for long, he asks the repairman to take care of Lin Zhenhong, and now he must find Bobby as soon as possible before trying to save the rest of the aircraft carrier.

Chen Lingfeng took the pistol and short knife from the tall soldier, and used the key to untie the chain on the repairman's foot.

"Young man, I can see the fire burning in your eyes, remember what I just said, confused people need faith, and you are that faith." The repairman put his hand on Chen Lingfeng's shoulder and held it hard.

Chen Lingfeng nodded, turned around and walked out of the room.

The huge aircraft carrier is like a steel behemoth, crisscrossed by various intricate pipes.

Chen Lingfeng couldn't tell the direction at all, so he could only scurry around the hull of the ship. He carefully evaded the patrolling soldiers and searched for a way out, and finally found the exit to the deck with great difficulty.

It was noon on the deck, and the sun was a little harsh.

The various artillery pieces and a few fighters on board the aircraft carrier caught Chen Lingfeng's eye, and these cold weapons seemed to still tell the invincible combat effectiveness of the aircraft carrier Sektis as the main ship of the fleet.

Chen Lingfeng turned his head, and in the center of the aircraft carrier deck, there stood an antique-style gallows, under which a large number of soldiers and civilians who were forced to watch the execution.

On the gallows hung a man with a broken arm, and the gauze wrapped around the severed hand still showed clear traces of blood. It was Stoker, now dying, dangling on a noose.

Standing next to him with a short knife ready to be executed was Claytz, who led the team to capture Chen Lingfeng, who was staring at the command room of the aircraft carrier in front of him, as if waiting for some order.

"Cough, cough" came from the radio in the command room, two coughs and a shrill whistling of loudspeakers.

"This is our kingdom of freedom and democracy, my people, allow me to speak the oath of the day on behalf of the will of the sea," said the deep, magnetic voice of a middle-aged man over the radio.

The soldiers raised their weapons and cheered when they heard the announcement, while the civilians under control looked anxious. Chen Lingfeng watched their reactions and guessed that the man in the command room should be King Norland.

"The ocean gave us a second life, and God gave me a revelation to sail this Noah's Ark to save a people in despair when the apocalyptic catastrophe came.

Now we have established the free kingdom of Norland on this vast sea. This is the kingdom of God, and all the people who exist in the sea will be blessed by God, and at the same time, they will need to pay tribute to God.

However, our chief Stoker did not take back the God's due offerings in the course of his mission, nor did he succeed in reforming the fools, and finally begged for forgiveness, which is blasphemy against the great gods.

Let us, my people, pray for this sinner who has made a mistake, for only death can free his sinful soul. Noland's fanning speech immediately elicited a huge reaction from the soldiers.

"Hang him, hang him!" The soldiers shouted fiercely, while the civilians gathered and shivered in terror.

"Sir Clytz, as God's surrogate, let us set this guilty soul free." Noland finally issued an order to Clytz.

Clytz turned to the gallows, his knife fell, and the noose around Stoker's neck tightened and fell, like a marionette, and Stoke tensed his body, and in an instant there was no sign of life.

"Roar!" The soldiers under the gallows began to cheer feverishly, like the bloody feast of witch hunting in the Middle Ages.