Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 663: 402, Go to sea! _3 Chapter 663: 402, Go to sea! _3 He Jinqiu walked out, took two steps, then stopped and said to the flight attendant with a smile, “Oh, right, I have a friend in economy class. He rode the shuttle bus with me.”

While he was speaking, Zheng Yuandong, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, came from the back of the cabin. His gloved hands tightly concealed his mechanical limbs.

As the Kunlun Leader, he naturally didn’t need to worry about international security checks.

Amsterdam hadn’t issued any special regulations for the entry and exit of Time Travelers; everyone was free to come and go, including He Jinqiu, the Leader of Kyushu who loved to stir up trouble overseas. He wasn’t restricted from entering…

This was one of the few European countries that didn’t restrict He Jinqiu’s entry…

As He Jinqiu was getting off the plane, he spoke with fervor, “Old squad leader, I really didn’t expect to bump into you on this plane. Don’t worry, I won’t mind you getting involved in overseas affairs. If Kyushu and Kunlun could merge, you can meddle however you like.”

Zheng Yuandong gave him a cold glance, “Bad luck.”

He Jinqiu wasn’t offended and continued smiling, “You’re here for Qing Chen too, right? You must’ve heard that people from Jindai Kashima have suddenly entered the Netherlands, Amsterdam, so you know he’s in danger. But, with both of us here, it’s bad luck for them. Let’s teach North America and Jindai Kashima a lesson and show them what it means to display the might of our country.”

Zheng Yuandong glanced at He Jinqiu and said, “Starting disputes does not interest me much. There’s just someone I need to kill, that’s all.”

He Jinqiu chuckled, “That must be the one skilled at creating illusions, right? Have you found him? So, he stirred up trouble domestically, and Zheng boss, you’d chase him down even overseas just to kill him—sounds very impressive. Don’t worry, with our combined forces, he’s as good as dead. Your last name is Zheng, mine is He; put that together, and we’re Zheng He setting off to the West. Back when Zheng He went to the Western seas, he definitely showed those…”

Zheng Yuandong interrupted with a look, “Can you show some culture? Zheng He sailed the Indian Ocean, he never came here.”

He Jinqiu laughed, “I’m talking about the Atlantic, no mistake there, right?”

Zheng Yuandong looked at He Jinqiu, “Where is Qing Chen now?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?!”

He Jinqiu felt a bit displeased as he boarded the shuttle bus, “Kyushu only has three offices in Europe. With such a large population, how could I keep track of him? Not just me, but Jindai and Deer Island can’t find him either. You have no idea, these days many people are looking for him, but he hasn’t checked into any hotels, nor has he made any credit transactions.”

“All the public places he might go have been searched—tourist spots are under surveillance, and famous restaurants are being watched. But this guy just vanished into thin air.”

Finding a person can sometimes be easy, but also very difficult.

Usually, people start with traces, like places where a UnionPay card was used, or places the person might go to.

But at this critical moment, Qing Chen didn’t go to any places people speculated.

It almost made people wonder, what on earth did he come here for?!

Nobody could have imagined that Qing Chen had gone through so much trouble to fly first class for 27,000 yuan just to work!

And it was on one of the most dangerous crabbing boats in the world!

Who in their right mind as a Time Traveler would go to work?!

He Jinqiu said, “Now, we can only wait for him to appear. If he doesn’t show up, nobody will make a move.”

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Meanwhile, Qing Chen, who the whole world was searching for, had just arrived at the port where the Arctic was docked. He looked up at the freshly painted Arctic and thought the blue and white ship looked quite nice.

The upper half of the Arctic’s hull was white, while the lower half was deep blue, looking as if it were wearing a naval uniform.

However, Qing Chen noticed as he boarded that the railings on the ship were a bit ruined.

Only when looking at the details on the Arctic did one realize it was a crabbing boat struggling to stay afloat.

Zhang Jian’s expression was complex when he saw the two, “Are you really going to sea?”

Qing Chen grinned, “We’re not jokers. By the way, where are the other crew members?”

Zhang Jian looked even more distressed, “Nedup is on the ship tying the crab cages, Old John just finished drinking and fell asleep in the cabin, and George… called at the last minute to say he wouldn’t be coming. I heard he’s now on Kreg’s Alps boat.”

“What? Is it possible to suddenly back out like that? We’re supposed to go crab fishing today—what are we supposed to do now with one person short?” Qing Chen asked.

Actually, Qing Chen was more worried about what would happen if the boat couldn’t sail on time. How then would he get to the Barents Sea?

For a moment, he even thought about calling He Jinqiu, boss He, to get some reinforcements. He knew Kyushu must have some experts here, and after all, he had helped them in their fight against Jindai and Deer Island back in Los Angeles City. It wouldn’t be too much to ask to pull someone in to fill the numbers, right?

But then again, if he directly brought over boss He, the Arctic’s voyage wouldn’t look like crab fishing anymore—it would rather seem like they were heading out to hunt whales or kill someone…

After much hesitation, Zhang Jian finally made a call to Kreg on the Alps boat, “I’m thinking of selling my quota.”

But he heard Kreg’s arrogant laughter in response, “If you’re selling now, I’ll take it for half price…”

Without letting him finish, Zhang Jian hung up the phone with a grim expression.