Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 665 - 403 Humanoid Self-walking King Crab Radar

Chapter 665: 403, Humanoid Self-walking King Crab Radar

Chapter 665: 403, Humanoid Self-walking King Crab Radar

The Arctic slowly sailed out of the harbor.

The worn-out crabbing boat’s engine made strange noises, splitting the sea surface just like a cutter on a canvas.

Nedup, a man in his thirties, was once a sailor on a Pine Crabbing Boat. Zhang Jian said that this crew member had been blacklisted by all crabbing boats due to his history of drug use.

In his early years, Nedup followed Zhang Jian’s father, hence he approached Zhang Jian, hoping to go to sea with him.

Many sailors among the crab catchers secretly used prohibited drugs because they earned money too quickly and were too exhausted on the boat, thinking these drugs would invigorate them like the dopamine and endorphin chips in the Inner World.

But the end for those using banned substances was harsh, as no crabbing boat wanted to associate with such sailors.

Zhang Jian decided to give Nedup a chance, took him for a urine test, and finally agreed to let him onboard after confirming the test was negative.

Old John told Nedup that if he wanted a fresh start on the crabbing boat, he should honestly start anew as a greenhorn, beginning with tying crab cages.

After Qing Chen and Yanyan boarded, Nedup just gave them a cold glance and then continued with his work.

“Hello, from now on you are a colleague on the Arctic,” Yanyan greeted him in English with a smile.

But Nedup coldly said, “Only the sailors recognized by other ships are real colleagues. Those of you who come aboard to play and sightsee do not count.”

Yanyan just smiled and said nothing.

Before the Arctic had even left the harbor far behind, the ship’s radio crackled to life with Kreg’s mocking voice, “Zhang, I heard you finally let that junkie aboard, and there are two students under 18 with you too, one of them a girl, is that true? Zhang, you have squandered the past glory of the Arctic.”

Zhang Jian faced coldly, not speaking, but Kreg did not stop.

Laughter erupted in the radio communication channel from the cockpit of the Alps, “Zhang, can a junkie and students even help you handle the crab cages? Old John must be working himself to death aboard the Arctic. However, I have a traditional gift from the Barents Sea ready for you; prepare to receive it.”

At this moment, Qing Chen and Old John were in the cockpit, Zhang Jian puzzled, turned to Old John, “What traditional gift from the Barents Sea?”

Old John’s face altered as if realizing something, and he quickly told everyone, “Quick, shut the doors and windows, everyone hide in the cockpit!”

The next moment, the Alps caught up from behind, running alongside the Arctic at a distance of three meters.

Qing Chen saw the seven sailors on the Alps bring out three white boxes and take out… rows of eggs!

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They were three whole boxes of eggs, hundreds in total.

However, these were not meant for eating, but for throwing!

Right then, the sailors from the Alps began throwing the eggs at the Arctic like in a snowball fight…

Qing Chen was puzzled, “What kind of strange tradition is this?”

Old John, trembling with anger, said, “There are many traditions among crab catchers. Long ago, when ships left the harbor, crabbing boats would engage in similar games to enhance their camaraderie.”

Qing Chen looking at the egg whites and yolks on the window glass, “You call this enhancing friendship…”

As the sailors of the Alps quickly hurled all the hundreds of eggs away, they powered up and sped off.

Qing Chen stepped out of the cockpit and took a look, feeling like the Arctic was a bit plastered…

These crab catchers are a bit quirky.

Watching the departing Alps, he suddenly outstretched his arm, giving a thumbs up.

And also, closed one of his eyes.

At that moment, Captain Kreg of the Alps, standing on the deck and looking back through binoculars, laughed and said to the sailor beside him, “That student is even giving us a thumbs up, praising how well we throw.”

A sailor, puzzled, took the binoculars from Kreg’s hands and after thinking for two seconds, said, “How does this look like a gunner taking an aim and measuring distance before firing?”

Kreg: “???”

Indeed, Qing Chen was measuring the distance. There were no reference points on the sea, so he had to familiarize himself with a new method of visually estimating distance to subdue people with virtue.

Yanyan, laughing, said, “Isn’t it too much? They threw eggs at you, and you plan to hit them back with a sniper rifle.”

Qing Chen smiled, “No, just measuring the distance.”

Yanyan thought to herself that he was a person who never does things by halves, if he’s measuring distance, it’s definitely for targeting someone.

The Arctic had been sailing for 20 hours on the sea and finally entered the Barents Sea area in the early hours of the next day.

During these 20 hours, Qing Chen witnessed the harshness of the crabbing industry.

Zhang Jian was in charge of steering the ship, staying awake for 20 straight hours because if the helmsman slept, the ship could deviate from its course within minutes.

Only Old John had some steering skills, but he needed to train newcomers on the deck.

In 20 hours, Old John had to teach Qing Chen, Yanyan, and Nedup how to tie, lower, and hoist crab cages, and how to stabilize themselves on the deck…

And also, clean up the egg mess left by the Alps.

The cold sea breeze whistled into everyone’s necks, and seawater could rush onto the deck at any moment.