The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish-Chapter 318 - 199 Eaglet: We haven’t lost any planes recently, have we? (Please subscribe)
It was just a single wing, which greatly reduced its value.
However, to say it had no value would definitely not be true.
The coatings on the wing, the structure, the materials... all were valuable pieces of information.
If they could find an entire plane wreckage, the value would skyrocket.
With only one wing, it was like having a computer where you only find the case but lack the motherboard, hard drive, graphics card, etc.—the value is significantly reduced, not even one-tenth.
Captain Yu was certainly not content with just this wing, he definitely wanted to find more plane parts.
However, when he sent people down to search, they found no other parts beneath.
That was strange.
Having just one wing didn’t make scientific sense, logically there should be more parts underneath.
But the result was just that, nothing but this wing beneath.
That meant the wing might have drifted here from somewhere else.
This was not the crash site.
Captain Yu also didn’t continue to expand the search area. The sea was vast, and they didn’t have the resources to keep expanding the search.
Didn’t you see the Eagle’s side? Initially, when the F35 crashed into the sea, they recorded the crash coordinates immediately to confirm the exact location.
Without precise coordinates, it’s really hard to find it.
An error of a millimeter leads to a deviation of a kilometer.
A small difference in coordinates could mean a very long distance.
Since they didn’t find it here, there was no choice but to stop looking.
They would subsequently report the situation here.
The incident where Fang Hao fished up the wing also quickly spread on foreign websites.
It was not only a hot topic domestically but also abroad.
On foreign websites, there were many fans of Fang Hao, so any slight buzz could push him into the trending topics.
"Oh, he even managed to fish up a wing, so cool."
"Which plane’s wing is this?"
"He is a god, right? Imagine the strength needed to fish up a wing."
"Oh, babe, that’s fierce, I love it, I need this kind of man."
"I really like him."
"…"
People on the foreign websites were going crazy, all becoming captivated.
They adore the strong.
Exceptionally crazed.
And for them, Fang Hao was a strong figure, fatally attractive.
During this period, his popularity on foreign websites also soared rapidly, attracting a huge number of fans.
And this was without even streaming overseas; if he did start broadcasting live, his popularity could further multiply.
Besides these foreign netizens, there were others who paid attention.
Small Days didn’t even need to mention; they were definitely closely watching.
They did more than just watch; they were constantly scheming how to make Fang Hao one of them.
"He caught something else, not just a detector."
"His value is too high."
"If he works for us, all the sunken ships and underwater treasures could belong to us!"
It must be said, Small Days’ dreams were indeed pleasant.
They had already begun to fantasize about Fang Hao working for them, fishing out those sunken ships and treasures from the sea bottom.
All those countless treasures beneath the sea would belong to them.
"This wing looks familiar."
"Isn’t it… an F22 wing?"
Small Days had indeed long coveted the F22, but this type of plane wasn’t sold by the Eagles.
Let alone sell them; in the past, they weren’t even deployed overseas.
It was only in recent years, with changes in the situation and some technological advancements, that the Eagles began to gradually deploy these planes overseas.
Small Days had a few deployed on their side, which made them feel more secure.
"Strange, why is there an F22 wing wreckage here?"
This was something they couldn’t figure out.
There were only a few of these planes, and the times they crashed could be counted.
So, where did this part of the wreckage come from?
It might be a secret of the Eagles, and they had no way of knowing.
Could it be possible to ask the Eagle, "Has your plane dropped again?"
That would be like a son challenging his father, asking if he was hiding anything.
You think the old man wouldn’t beat him to death.
In fact.
At this moment, the Eagles were also bewildered.
They hadn’t lost any planes recently.
They too had received this intelligence, and when they saw the picture of the wing, they could immediately tell—it was a wing from an F22 fighter.
"Have we had any flying operations over there recently?"
"No…"
"Then, have there been any F22 fighter crashes recently?"
The Eagles had no choice but to check their own situation.
First, to get their own situation clear.
"Recently, other than the F35 crash, there have been no incidents of F22 fighters crashing."
"And every single F22 fighter is strictly recorded. If there were accidents, we would definitely know immediately."
There were only about a hundred and eighty F22 fighters in total, each one so precious; it was even less likely that any would be forgotten outside.
Since their delivery, there have been only a few crash records, each one meticulously documented and the wreckage fully recovered; it was even less likely to get lost outside.
