NOVPUBIf that thing was also salvaged by the enemy, that would mean... their F22 aircraft was entirely exposed.
There were no secrets left.
This was a very dangerous signal.
White Eagle’s side was deeply concerned and immediately reported this important information.
Although the number of F22 jets was limited, for them, these aircraft remained the most advanced frontline fighters.
If the secrets of these fighters were leaked, what would they have to counter with in an actual confrontation?
They still needed to figure out exactly what happened with the crashed F22.
Without knowing, they would have no peace of mind.
If an F22 could be lost today, could an F35 be lost tomorrow, and a B2 the day after that...
No, this was absolutely unacceptable.
Without understanding the situation, they would not be able to sleep soundly.
This day, every department in White Eagle had become busy.
Little Sun watched Fang Hao fish up the ejection seat, anticipating what would happen next.
Wondering which direction things would develop.
They truly envied Fang Hao from the bottom of their hearts.
If Fang Hao was one of them, then all the things he fished up would belong to them.
Little Sun had always wanted to acquire an F22 jet, had even repeatedly pleaded with White Eagle to sell them one, to dominate East Asia, but White Eagle never agreed to sell.
This had long been a desire of Little Sun.
Now, seeing Fang Hao fish up various wreckage parts from an F22, they could hardly contain their envy.
This only confirmed their desire to make Fang Hao one of their own.
They had to recruit him!
No matter what the cost.
...
"I always feel like the plane we fished for last time was already caught."
The group in the live stream chat returned to discussing the plane.
The ejection seat had been fished up, and it would be strange not to talk about the plane.
The conversation about the plane picked up anew.
Everyone wanted to know the details of Fang Hao’s previous plane fishing.
"I think so too."
"Even if it wasn’t caught last time... hehe, maybe this time it could be."
The crowd had faith in Fang Hao’s abilities.
They deeply suspected that Fang Hao had already secretly fished up the plane without them knowing.
But as for Fang Hao’s side, he has yet to offer any explanations.
"So, what is the broadcaster’s mission for going out to sea this time?"
This too was a vexing question for everyone.
The hint ’in the sky’ led many to speculate extensively.
Despite breaking their heads, they couldn’t find a definitive answer, always failing to guess the specifics.
The only thing that could be linked was the aircraft.
Especially since Fang Hao had now fished up a fighter jet’s ejection seat.
"Is it fishing for this ejection seat?"
Some even suspected if the mission was specifically to fish for this ejection seat.
"Unlikely."
"Just an ejection seat should not warrant a special trip."
But this was quickly dismissed.
"I think there must be something even more important."
"And look, after they fished up the ejection seat, they didn’t seem too surprised, nor showed any intention to return; this suggests that their mission wasn’t to fish for this ejection seat."
A portion of the audience deduced from various details that Fang Hao’s fishing mission must be even more significant.
That would be normal.
But they just couldn’t guess what exactly it was.
Although a small part of the audience did mention something, no one believed that was it.
"But this helmet really does look cool."
"Do all pilot helmets look this awesome?"
"Ergh, this skull design... I think it’s kind of scary."
"It’s just a fishing livestream, why do I feel like I’m watching a horror movie?"
"This pilot was really unlucky, even though they ejected, they still ended up dead..."
Some viewers felt it was a pity, after all, it was a life lost.
"Maybe something went wrong during the ejection from the seat."
That was the most likely possibility.
Because the person had not detached from the seat after ejecting, it indicated that they had remained in that seat until death.
At that moment, Fang Hao, having fished up the ejection seat and the remains of the pilot, once again climbed the trending searches.
The internet was abuzz with another wave of teasing.
It was inevitable.
Mainly because the number of bodies he had fished up was really not just one or two.
It would have been hard not to turn this into a talking point.
...
After dealing with the pilot’s remains, he put the skull and sternum together and stored them properly.
It was very likely that these remains would have to be handed over to the White Eagle.
Then he dealt with the helmet, putting the helmet and the ejection seat together, a complete set. This time, everything was truly complete.
All parts of the F22 fighter jet’s wreckage had now been fished up by Fang Hao.
Not a single one was missing.
The most legendary first of the Fifth Generation Fighters to enter global service had just been fished up by Fang Hao.
He had accomplished something others wouldn’t even dare to dream of.
Yet, he really did it.
He fished the items out of the sea with a fishing rod.
On the military enthusiast website.
After seeing the pictures of the ejection seat and helmet being fished up and salvaged, a group of military enthusiasts were even more convinced.
"This is the F22 fighter jet’s ejection seat and helmet."
"The White Eagle has crashed again."
"It seems like accidents have started to happen more frequently in recent years. Looks like the aircraft might be starting to age."
"But I haven’t heard of any accidents recently, nor any fuss about it. Could it be that they are deliberately hiding the news?"
"Whether we’ve heard these noises or not, if this airplane is the F22 and we managed to fish it up, doesn’t that mean... the plane is in our hands?"
Everyone suddenly became excited.
This meant that the plane’s wreckage was very likely in our possession now.
That’s a treasure trove.
Even though this aircraft is a product from decades ago, it still remains one of the most advanced fighters in the world, incredibly valuable for research.
Moreover, we are competitors with the White Eagle.
If we fully understand their main fighter jet, it would hold great significance for us.
"I think it won’t be long before our Sword 20 comes out in an improved model."
"Heh, when the White Eagle sees our improved model, they’ll probably wet themselves."
"Exactly."
"We’re finally going to hold our heads high!"
"Yes, we won’t have to take crap from the White Eagle anymore."
The military enthusiasts were delighted; they had already begun fantasizing about the days to come.
Decades ago, when they first heard that the F22 had a combat loss ratio of over 180 to 1 against the third- and three-and-a-half-generation fighters, it scared countless people; that was true despair.
But now, everyone finally didn’t have to worry anymore.
Because we also have a Fifth Generation Fighter of our own, and its performance might be even stronger!
"This is really like feeling the stones to cross the river at the expense of the White Eagle."
"Let’s thoroughly pluck this White Eagle bald!"
The military enthusiast forum had never been as lively as it was now.
It was as if the New Year had come.
...
While the outside world was so lively, Fang Hao quickly readjusted his mindset once more.
This was not a happy event for him.
After all, he had fished up another... Oh, no, half a corpse this time.
Even though it was half, it was enough to make him question life.
What kind of crappy luck was this?
Weren’t we agreed on neither good nor bad?
Is this what you call neither good nor bad?
And he even used a Qi Fortune type of card; if he hadn’t, wouldn’t that mean... he would have fished up a complete set of remains?
And if his luck had been even worse, would he have fished up several bodies?
It’s hard to know what to say.
Fang Hao now seriously doubted his own luck, as well as the reliability of that fortune-telling tool.
With a resigned sigh, Fang Hao could only continue fishing.
After changing the position of the boat again, Fang Hao cast his line once more.
No matter what, he had to complete the mission he was tasked with first.
Fish up the satellite, get the mission done sooner!
He shook his head, not thinking about what had happened before.
...
