Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 673 - 405 Sea Monster
Chapter 673: 405, Sea Monster
Chapter 673: 405, Sea Monster
The temperature in the Barents Sea region had already dropped to negative 14 degrees, with the sea water approaching zero degrees.
The night was exceptionally solemn, and the flowing sea water resembled tumbling mercury, heavy and oppressive.
The Arctic had dropped anchor, its hull drifting on the sea surface, its lights the only ones left, isolatingly illuminating a small area of the ocean.
It was like a lone wanderer at the end of the world.
Around it were buoys scattered like stars in the night, akin to duckweed in a river.
Someone jumped into the churning dark sea.
In such conditions, to jump naked into the icy waters was no different from committing suicide.
Zhang Jian felt a chill as if the icy water had touched his own skin; he couldn’t help but shudder and turned to Yingying, yelling against the howling wind, “How could anyone be okay after jumping into the sea in this kind of weather?!”
The girl under the ship’s lights removed her hood, letting her long hair flutter in the wind, and replied smiling, “It will be fine. He’s helping the Arctic solve a little problem.”
Zhang Jian was puzzled, “Did the Alps, the Tiger Whale, and the Thunder really come? You’re not joking, right? We haven’t seen anything, and there’s nothing on the radar.”
Yingying smiled without explaining much, just steadily watching the sea, ready to provide support at any moment.
At that moment, Zhang Jian had waited for a while but still hadn’t seen Qing Chen come up for air.
You should know, a normal person would consume a lot of oxygen with even trivial movements in the deep sea’s currents.
But Qing Chen, like a true Emperor of the sea, had entered the ocean and since then disappeared without a trace.
Zhang Jian watched Yingying silently, wondering if Qing Chen and this girl had come with the intention of committing insurance fraud.
Could it be that before boarding, they had bought a large amount of accidental life insurance and then claim to the insurance company that Qing Chen had suffered a fatal accident on the ship?
In earlier years, some desperate crew members had done such a thing, but later insurance companies were unwilling to offer policies to Crab Catchers.
Some policies even explicitly stated that accidental deaths on crabbing boats were considered acts of God…
On the other side, in the dark sea, The Tiger Whale and the Alps had long extinguished their lights, turned off their radars, and when approaching the Arctic, even shut down their engines.
“Only the strong may survive on the Barents Sea. The weak can enjoy King Crab on shore, but they have no place here with us dividing the good fortune,” said the captain of the Tiger Whale, gazing solemnly at the night.
Experienced sailors on every Crab Catcher had put on their diving suits and were having their oxygen tanks checked by comrades.
The captain of the Tiger Whale stood at the bow, smiling, “The wind speed is down. With only 20 knots, it’s perfect for diving operations. Dive in, cut off thirty buoys from Arctic, so their crab cages will forever sink to the ocean floor.”
Upon finishing his command, three sailors flipped into the sea, agile as seals.
Swishing their long fins, they quickly swam toward the region where the Arctic was stationed, and the shining lights of the Arctic served as a lighthouse in the lone sea, guiding them in their direction.
Joining them were the sailors from the Thunder and the Alps.
The three captains had reached an agreement; they estimated that there were at most 180 crab cages on the Arctic, and by cutting off 90, they could ensure Zhang Jian did not go bankrupt but also make sure he couldn’t afford the next year’s ship repairs, crab cage rentals, and port management fees.
As the sailors neared the Arctic, some could barely make out the buoys illuminated by the ship’s lights.
However, one sailor felt an uneasiness, as if there was a strange current under the water.
He looked around, but found nothing in the dark waters.
Only a pitch-black sea.
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He must be overthinking, the sailor thought, pulling out the knife strapped to his sleeve, heading towards the buoys.
Yet, the next moment, he saw something dark swiftly moving past him under the water.
In an instant, his scalp tingled with fear!
He used his hands and feet to try to surface, but after only a couple of strokes, he felt something wrap around his ankle, dragging him down to the depths of the sea.
The sailor’s leg muscles exploded in effort, trying to kick off the weird thing on his ankle.
But it only tightened more, like the tentacles of a giant squid from the depths of the Arctic Ocean.
Suddenly, the pulling force exploded, and in the midst of the frenzy, the sailor lashed out with his knife, but his palm went numb, and before he realized it, the knife was nowhere to be found.
As he became disoriented about where his knife had gone, he felt a great force push against his chest as if he had been kicked hard…
No, that’s not right!
The sailor came to his senses. Under the light of the ship’s lamp, he realized that someone had indeed kicked him!
And now, the person who had kicked him was leveraging that push to swim away swiftly, just like pushing off the wall of a swimming pool.
Recalling what had just happened, it was clear someone had grabbed his ankle from below, then in one smooth motion, disarmed and kicked him!
The sailor was dumbfounded. Who was this person under the dark sea? They weren’t wearing fins, a diving suit, nor carrying an oxygen tank.
Yet they were as agile underwater as a Tiger Whale, and extraordinarily strong.
Wait, was it someone from Arctic? But if they knew he was there to cut the buoys, why just disarm and not kill him?
