Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 659 - 401 Arctic_3
Chapter 659: 401, Arctic_3
Chapter 659: 401, Arctic_3
In just 30 seconds, Qing Chen had taken off his reversible jacket and put it back on, and quickly changed into the shoes and pants from the sealed bag.
His face also transformed into that of a stranger.
No one knew who had placed the sealed bag in the bathroom, but it seemed that Qing Chen had known he would be followed and had prepared accordingly.
Three followers passed through the visa channel and quickly arrived at the bathroom entrance, where Qing Chen brushed past them, but they did not realize it.
They exchanged glances and each entered their respective gender’s bathroom to check, but Qing Chen was not there.
The three moved swiftly through the crowd, searching, but Qing Chen had vanished like a drop of water into a river, completely disappearing from sight.
The followers looked at each other, unable to fathom how he had managed to do it.
It was as if he had performed a magic trick right before their eyes, a man just vanishing into thin air.
One of the followers took out a phone to make a call, hesitating for a second before saying, “Boss, we’ve lost him.”
He Jinqiu’s laughter came through the phone as he asked, “You three were given first-class tickets and still lost him?”
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The follower felt somewhat ashamed, “I don’t know what happened, he just evaporated into the air, mysteriously disappearing. Moreover, he seemed to be carrying some kind of weapon; we were watching him closely from behind but didn’t notice when he cut the heel of Wang Mengyao’s shoe.”
“That’s quite interesting,” He Jinqiu said thoughtfully, “Wasn’t it cut by a playing card?”
“No,” the follower responded, “If it were a playing card, no matter how fast the hand, we would have seen it.”
“It looks like this trip to Europe is going to be fun,” He Jinqiu instructed, “Since you’ve lost him, let it be. I’ll sort out domestic affairs and will arrive in Amsterdam in three days. Be careful over there, there’s information suggesting that the North American Time Travelers are very active in Europe. Don’t get into any conflicts with them before I arrive.”
Speaking up to this point, He Jinqiu’s voice turned cold, “Although losing him is normal, once you return home, go see Instructor Lu for two months of special training.”
The follower replied softly, “Understood …”
Europe, Africa, Australia, the Middle East, South America – regions without Time Travelers – were like the New World to them.
Opportunities were everywhere.
After arriving here, the North American Time Travelers immediately wanted to take over the new order from the indigenous European black forces, literally plowing through the mafia.
Europe was, after all, the world of Caucasians, where North American Time Travelers had a greater advantage.
They did not dare to provoke He Jinqiu lightly, but ordinary Kyushu members still needed to be cautious here.
However, He Jinqiu was now even more curious, what exactly was Qing Chen, this young man, planning to do here?
Could it be… he was setting the stage for Bai Zhu’s expansion to Europe during the day?
Or, was he merely here to indulge in king crabs and large prawns?!
At this very moment, in Kyushu’s headquarters in Jingcheng, He Jinqiu was sitting in his spacious office when Yu Cheng brought him a cup of coffee, “Boss, do we need to make such a fuss for just Qing Chen?”
He Jinqiu looked up and smiled at him, “You don’t know what has recently happened in City No. 10. If you did, you would think he is the best candidate for Kyushu to take charge of the European underworld. If such a person were seated in Europe, I wouldn’t have to fly over there on business anymore and could focus on dealing with the ‘Future’ organization in the Middle East and North America. Isn’t the slogan ‘Let the ‘Future’ have no future’ rather creative?”
Yu Cheng: “…”
What he didn’t realize was that, behind He Jinqiu’s desire to recruit Qing Chen, was the intention to hand over Kyushu’s European influence to this young man.
Unknown to them, just outside Schiphol Airport’s exit, several assassins from Jindai and Deer Island stood in the cold wind.
They had been standing from morning till night, nearly frozen silly.
Yet, amidst the constant stream of people coming out of the airport, Qing Chen’s face never appeared; they almost believed he hadn’t exited the station at all and had instead taken a return flight directly from the inside.
Today, too many people were waiting for Qing Chen, his journey to Europe stirring the nerves of countless individuals.
But the young man, in this far-flung foreign land, had simply vanished out of the blue.
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At eight in the evening, the ‘Walnut Bar’ outside the harbor was bustling with life.
Although the crab catchers were not due to set sail for another three days, preparation work always took place before departure.
In the bar, sailors from all over Europe gathered, each holding a craft beer and drinking heartily.
Soon, they would spend 15 non-stop days at sea, and in the first 30 hours, they needed to locate the most optimal crabbing area, meaning each person could sleep no more than four hours in that time frame.
It was a job where you worked only 15 days a year but could earn 600,000; it was fraught with both danger and opportunity.
The main habitats for king crabs were concentrated near the battle-hardened nation of Russia, in Jiri Bay, off the eastern side of America in the Bering Sea, and in the Barents Sea to the north of Europe.
Each habitat produced about 10,000 tons of king crab annually.
During this season, crab catchers from all three locations would gather, ready to partake of nature’s bounty.
