Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 669: 404, Poseidon Chapter 669: 404, Poseidon The color of the Barents Sea, under the heavily overcast sky, resembled an endless black abyss.

No one could know what lay deep beneath their vessel.

It could be treasures full of Gold Coins from the 16th to the 19th century, or there could be some unknown things lurking.

This is why people are afraid of the deep sea… you simply don’t know what’s at the bottom of the ocean.

But Qing Chen knew.

Although the girl could only sense up to 300 meters below the sea, that was enough for the Crab Catcher industry.

Qing Chen thought that if Qing Chen got tired of the struggles of the worldly affairs one day and came here to be a captain, she might become the ruler of the Crab Catchers in the Bering Sea and the Barents Sea.

There wouldn’t be anyone in ports across the world who could match her.

Qing Chen looked at Qing Chen and said in a low voice, “Actually, in the Inner World, there are life detectors that can sense life within a 300-meter radius, but everyone is so focused on fighting that they don’t find it useful to bring such a gadget to the Outer World… it’s not that it’s not useful, it’s just that no other technology is useful.”

Qing Chen understood what Qing Chen meant, if the Crab Catchers had life detectors on board, the King Crabs on the ocean floor would be doomed.

Where the crab fields were, where the crab swarms were active, one would only need to look with a life detector.

However, when humanity pursues technological progress, they always tend to focus a bit more on weaponry, and the same goes for the Time Traveler when bringing technology back from the Inner World.

At this moment, Zhang Jian had almost navigated the Arctic to the area that Qing Chen mentioned.

Actually, Qing Chen could not point out precisely which direction it was, as her senses were still being affected by the force field, so she remained directionally challenged.

Fortunately, Qing Chen had told Qing Chen about the spot they had passed several minutes ago, enabling Qing Chen to determine the location of the crab field.

“Wait, don’t go that way just yet,” Qing Chen furrowed his brows.

“What’s wrong,” Old John asked, puzzled.

Qing Chen scanned the surroundings and then passed the binoculars to Old John, “There’s been a boat following us from afar. Let’s circle around to confuse them before leading them to the spot where we’re going to set the traps.”

Old John hesitated, as he was in charge on the deck. If a new sailor were trying to take control, it would be a very serious matter.

But when he saw the Alps from the binoculars, he still called Zhang Jian, “Zhang, let’s give the Alps a runaround.”

Old John looked at Qing Chen in surprise. The Alps in the distance looked like a small white dot. The young man hadn’t used binoculars just now, so how did he spot the Alps?

Furthermore, Qing Chen spoke with such certainty about the destination as if there truly were countless King Crabs there.

The crab fishing expedition carried an air of tension, with the Long Tail, Tiger Whale, and the Alps seemingly forming a covert circle around the Arctic.

This watchful stance made Old John somewhat uneasy.

Qing Chen asked, “What happens if there’s a conflict between crab fishing boats at sea?”

Old John said gravely, “Some might sneak into the water and cut the ropes on others’ buoys, causing all your crab traps to sink to the bottom of the sea.”

Qing Chen was taken aback, “That’s it?”

Old John explained, “They all have plenty of diving suits on board, but Zhang Jian, to save money, didn’t prepare a single one for the Arctic.”

This implied they wouldn’t even have the chance to retaliate.

After Old John finished speaking, he noticed a relaxed expression on Qing Chen’s face.

To be honest, Qing Chen had thought there might even be a sea battle, but if it was just about cutting the buoys…

It seemed to lack excitement.

Cutting the buoys was quite a sneaky move, one that could cause heavy losses for a crab fishing vessel. There had been a few such incidents on the Barents Sea before, either because a captain had slept with another captain’s wife or because the crab fishing power dynamics at a port were about to be reshuffled.

Qing Chen gazed into the distant horizon of the sea, “Let’s head to the destination, the Alps is gone.”

Old John looked in that direction, his eyes widening, yet he saw nothing, “Why can’t I see anything?”

Qing Chen gave him a puzzled look, “Of course you can’t see them if they’re gone.”

This response nearly infuriated Old John!

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As the boat rocked, Old John directed Qing Chen to hang the herring bait inside the crab traps and also directed Qing Chen and Nedup to methodically drop the eight crab traps into the sea.

Nedup kept a close eye on Qing Chen, seemingly afraid that the young man might slack off while dropping the traps.

After all, with each crab trap weighing about six hundred and eighty pounds, and after the crane hoisted them to the edge of the deck for launch, it took two people to attach the buoys’ ropes and push them overboard together.

If one person slacked off, the other’s physical effort would be considerably greater.

What perplexed Nedup, though, was that he seemed to be exerting less effort than before…

Could it be that the crab traps Zhang Jian rented were of poor quality, making them lighter?

Nedup glanced at Qing Chen and tried to lift a crab trap on his own… but couldn’t budge it.

Since one pound is approximately 0.45 kilograms, roughly speaking, each crab trap was about 610 pounds, not something Ordinary People could lift; otherwise, there would be no need for a crane on a crab fishing boat…

However, it was this moment of distraction that caused trouble; a giant wave came crashing towards Nedup, sending him staggering back right into the coil of rope.

The crab trap sank rapidly, and the rope uncoiling rapidly was about to ensnare Nedup’s ankle.