The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish

"Strange, how could there be wreckage of our aircraft over at Rabbit’s side?"

Eagle just couldn’t figure it out.

"Could we have made a mistaken judgement?"

At this moment, Eagle also doubted whether it had made a wrong assessment.

Mistaking other planes’ wings for their own F22.

Or perhaps... there was another suspicion.

"Or could it be that Rabbit has been secretly developing a plane very similar to our F22 behind our back?"

Eagle thought it over and felt that this possibility was very high.

After all, that party possesses very strong imitation capabilities; given enough time, they could almost replicate anything.

Imitating their home’s F22 fighter jet, that also makes sense, it’s not impossible.

Of course, the technology might not be so easy to replicate.

But the exterior and such things, are still very possible.

"Who knows what Rabbit has been secretly developing over these years behind our backs."

"Just like their Sword 20, it was always kept secret and they claimed it was a modified Sword 10; then suddenly they announced a successful test flight."

Eagle felt that given their craftiness, this possibility was very high.

"These years, Rabbit has virtually been feeling their way by following us."

"Better keep an eye on this for now."

Nothing was certain yet, the Eagle side also needed to continue paying attention.

They wanted to see what was really going on.

They themselves were in the dark, knowing nothing.

It seemed like they were the involved party at the center of the vortex, yet they also knew nothing.

Their current judgement was that this wing might be from a fighter aircraft that Rabbit secretly imitated from the F22, which fell off.

...

Watching the livestream getting busier day by day, Fang Hao was also feeling the explosive popularity.

The viewership had already broken through forty million.

It wasn’t ordinary at all.

Is it just for fishing up a wing, that it can draw such a crowd?

Fang Hao obviously underestimated his own popularity.

Seeing a bunch of people clamoring to see him fish up more aircraft parts,

Fang Hao could only say his abilities were limited.

Didn’t Captain Yu just say they hadn’t found more aircraft parts down there, no items at all, how to fish for them?

"You guys really think highly of me."

"Do you think I can pull things out of thin air?"

"Streamer, don’t underestimate yourself."

"Corpse Fishing Immortal, Mana boundless!"

"You have to believe in your fate."

"I think with a little effort, you can fish up other parts of the aircraft."

The chat in the livestream was especially lively, and some people even started betting.

Betting on whether more aircraft debris parts could be fished up later.

Fang Hao didn’t know what to say.

If they think it’s possible, then let them; he himself held no such hope.

This wing, who knows where it drifted from, just this one piece, who knows if more could be found later.

Fang Hao himself was not confident.

If you ask him, could he fish up fifty detectors today, he would think that’s more likely than fishing up other parts of an aircraft. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

But for the netizens, they were more expecting the other aircraft parts.

How thrilling that would be.

Like opening a blind box, slowly assembling those things.

If you could really put together a plane, that would be something.

And after some military enthusiasts joined the livestream, they analyzed that this wing was from an F22, which attracted even more attention from the netizens.

"Is it true or false? Is this an F22’s wing?"

Many people didn’t quite believe it.

The F22 is too famous, being the flagship fighter of Eagle’s side; would they really be willing to drop it like this?

If it really did fall, it would’ve been all over the news by now.

It wouldn’t be like now, without any information, without any movement.

This is why a group of people doubted whether it was an F22 wing or not.

Anyway, only Fang Hao knew for certain what wing it was.

But since there was this speculation, people were even more hopeful that more parts could be fished up, so they could prove whether it was truly an F22 fighter.

That’s why everyone was praying for Fang Hao to continue fishing up parts of the aircraft.

Countless eyes were watching Fang Hao.

If it were someone with a weak mentality, they might have been scared off.

Fortunately, Fang Hao had seen various big events; all of this was a small issue to him.

"What’s going on?"

"What happened?"

Xiao Pang, who had just woken up, looked confused.

He hadn’t missed some big event just by taking a nap, had he?

"Was this fished up while I was asleep?"

"Whose plane has fallen again?"

When Xiao Pang saw the aircraft wing placed on the deck, he was immediately stunned.

Why is it another wing?

He had experienced the scene of fishing up an F35 fighter jet last time, and had even signed a confidentiality agreement afterward.

So, after seeing another aircraft wing, his spirits immediately lifted.

The last bit of sleepiness instantly vanished.

Then, like Fang Hao, he instinctively looked towards the live stream room, and seeing that the live stream was still on, not interrupted, he became even more puzzled.

The officials haven’t even shut down the live room.

What’s going on?

You have to understand, last time during the live stream, the officials had acted immediately to deal with it, directly cutting off the stream.

Strange indeed.

Now Xiao Pang was even more baffled.

He felt like he had just gone for a nap, then came back... and knew nothing, completely puzzled.

"Could I still not be fully awake?"

Xiao Pang even suspected whether he was still half-asleep.

He pinched himself hard, wincing in pain.

To avoid slipping up, Xiao Pang decided to just watch and not speak.

Besides, he had just woken up and was unclear about the situation.

He had signed a confidentiality agreement, after all.

He was afraid that he might blurt out about the time they also fished up a plane if he got too excited, which would be a big problem.

He didn’t even dare to ask Fang Hao what the situation was now.

"How do I feel that Brother Abs isn’t fully awake yet."

"Brother Abs is so dazed, haha."

"But it’s kind of cute."

...

"Just do your best."

Captain Yu only gave Fang Hao a brief instruction; he didn’t insist on Fang Hao fishing up other parts of the aircraft.

Who knows if there are any more remaining pieces of the plane wreckage under the sea.

Maybe this is the only wing here.

He had sent people to check, and indeed, there was only this one wing below, no more parts were found.

Unless... those parts are elsewhere.

But the ocean is so vast, who knows where they might be.

They could be here, or maybe even near Hawaii.

The main approach is simply to leave it to fate.

"Mm."

Fang Hao nodded; he really didn’t have the notion that he must fish up something.

Just like fishing for fish, he wanted to catch fish, but the fish just wouldn’t bite.

What could he do about that?

After all, fishing for these things is all about luck.

If you’re really lucky, you can fish up anything.

If you’re not, then you’ll catch nothing.

Fang Hao didn’t have too many thoughts on this.

He removed the hook from the wing, rearranged it, rebaited, and continued fishing.

"Bro Hao... this is not confidential, right?"

After a long while, Xiao Pang couldn’t help but quietly ask Fang Hao.

"I guess not."

Fang Hao knew what Xiao Pang was referring to, since the live stream hadn’t been shut down this time; as long as Xiao Pang doesn’t mention the previous event of fishing up a plane, there shouldn’t be any issues.

Hearing Fang Hao said it wasn’t confidential, Xiao Pang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bro Hao, did you just fish this up?"

Xiao Pang continued to ask.

"Yeah, just luck."

Luck... alright, that’s indeed luck.

But Bro Hao, your luck is just too bizarre.

You can fish up anything.

This time you’ve fished up an aircraft wing again.

Xiao Pang didn’t know what to say upon hearing this.

Xiao Pang then went over to the wing and examined it closely, but he wasn’t a military enthusiast and had no expertise in this area, so he couldn’t tell which aircraft the wing came from.

The only thing he could determine was that this wing was different from the one they’d fished up last time.

So it’s not an F35.

What kind of plane could it be?

Xiao Pang was curious too.

And just then, Fang Hao fished something up again—there was activity on the fishing rod once more.

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