Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 685 - 410, The treasure under the sea, the gunshot on the ship_2
Chapter 685: 410, The treasure under the sea, the gunshot on the ship_2
“Fine, I’ll join the Future too!” Yesenia retorted sharply.
“You think joining the Future will give you a happy ending?” Chilton sneered, “Do you have any idea what kind of person Capri is? Plus, Rondo betrayed you. If you join the Future, he’ll be constantly worried that you’ll seek revenge against him within the organization. To prevent that, he’ll definitely strike first. Let’s not argue anymore. I can overlook what you just said, but right now we need to unite.”
Yesenia muttered, “There are only a few of us; who are we uniting with, those dirty hillbilly crew members?”
Qing Chen: “???”
Yang Yang: “???”
They were still watching the dogfight here, completely entertained, not expecting the girl to suddenly pull them into it too.
What did this have to do with them?!
However, after a moment’s thought, Chilton spoke to Zhang Jian and Qing Chen, “Please forgive my teammate’s rudeness, but right now our crew on the Penguin Ship must come together. Though you might feel this has nothing to do with you, once Capri finds the treasure, to prevent leaks, he’ll certainly kill everyone on the Penguin Ship.”
Qing Chen thought, what does Capri killing people on the Penguin Ship have to do with us on the Arctic?
Yet, he knew what Chilton was thinking. Only Yesenia was safe among them since she could just jump ship and escape alone; that’s why she could speak without fear.
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But it wasn’t the same for Chilton and his group. To escape, they would have to board the ‘Penguin Ship’, hence Chilton needed to somehow cajole Qing Chen and the others into cooperating with their actions.
Zhang Jian and the others looked at each other, and Qing Chen led them by sitting down on the deck.
Seeing Qing Chen moving, they followed suit.
At this point, Chilton suddenly sensed something was off. It was clear that Zhang Jian was the captain, but on this Penguin Ship, why did it seem like this Asian youth was calling the shots?
But now, he didn’t have the luxury to ponder on that.
Chilton looked at Zhang Jian, “Captain, did you say the storm is coming in two days?”
He vaguely felt, this might be their chance to escape.
Zhang Jian spoke earnestly, “Weather forecasts aren’t always accurate; it might come tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Usually, our crabbing boats, when we hear such forecasts, we head back immediately, instead of moving forward and gambling on when it will actually hit. You might not know, but the Titanic actually sank in the North Atlantic after hitting an iceberg…”
Actually, Zhang Jian was a bit off; the specific coordinates where the Titanic sank were somewhat to the south of them, but if even the warmer waters to the south had icebergs, this place was even more likely.
Further north, some places required nuclear-powered icebreakers to guarantee safety.
This was one of the worst climate zones in the world, not an exaggeration at all.
Zhang Jian continued to lament, “When the Titanic set sail, I was there yelling ‘Don’t go, it will sink!’, I was hoarse from shouting. They not only didn’t believe me, they also kicked me out of the movie theater.”
Chilton: “…”
Qing Chen: “…”
Yang Yang: “…”
Chilton didn’t know what else to say; was this really the time for stand-up comedy?!
He thought for a moment and asked Zhang Jian, “If the storm hits, do we have a chance to shake off the Radiant Trumpet?”
“We can’t shake it off,” Zhang Jian shook his head, “when the storm hits, all we can do is face the bow towards the incoming tides and drop anchor.”
“And then?”
“Then we bet on surviving,” Zhang Jian said frankly, “if the wind speed really reaches 70 knots, then we have a ninety percent chance…”
“That’s a pretty high survival rate then,” Chilton breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Jian said, “of dying.”
Chilton: “…”
If you keep talking like this, I might just shoot you.
Chilton forced himself to calm down and asked, “What if we turn towards the shallows and try to escape when the storm hits?”
“We’ll hit a reef and sink,” Zhang Jian said, “in these situations, we must leave before the storm hits to survive.”
“Got it,” Chilton nodded. He went to their cabin, took out three handguns from their luggage.
He hesitated, then put one back, and then turned to go up on deck, handing one to both Qing Chen and Zhang Jian, “Since we are teammates now, I’ll share our weapons with you for self-defense. Have you used guns before? If not, I can teach you.”
When Chilton said this, he was extremely sincere, as if they truly had become teammates.
“Never used one,” Qing Chen shook his head.
After declaring that, Chilton began patiently teaching Qing Chen and Zhang Jian how to use the handgun, how to disengage the safety, how to pull the trigger, and how to maintain posture to counter the recoil.
While teaching, he couldn’t be more serious.
Qing Chen, pretending to be a novice, was even more serious.
After finishing the lessons, Chilton said, “The recoil of a handgun is greater than you might think, so you novices must hold the gun with both hands, and definitely don’t try to strike a cool pose like the protagonists in the movies, or you could hurt yourself.”
Qing Chen quickly nodded, “Understood, understood.”
Yang Yang watched the scene with amusement, thinking there was still no one on this earth qualified to teach Qing Chen about firearms. Bai Zhouguang, intimidating so many with just a sniper rifle, was not just messing around.
