Fishermen's live stream: Twelve bodies were retrieved at the start.

"Brother! Are you crazy! Come back here!"

Lin Siyu wanted to rush up and pull Lin Mo back, but her legs wouldn't obey her commands.

The crew members were also deathly pale.

Everyone's heart clenched with each step Lin Mo took.

However, Lin Mo seemed not to hear his sister's and the crew's exclamations.

"Xiaoyu, take everyone to the stern."

Lin Mo didn't stop what he was doing. He carefully observed the torpedo while continuing to speak.

"This thing has been soaking in the sea for who knows how many years. Its outer shell is all rusted like this. If it was going to be blown up, it would have been blown up long ago."

"It's most likely a dud, no need to panic."

These words, while not completely dispelling the fear in everyone's hearts, at least brought some of their rationality back.

Yes, it didn't explode in the sea, so how could it explode as soon as it was pulled out of the water?

That makes sense, but... it's a torpedo after all!

"Brother, but..."

Lin Siyu was still worried.

"No buts!"

Lin Mo's tone became more forceful.

"Go to the stern, the signal is better there. Call the coast guard immediately! That's an order!"

"Go quickly!"

Upon hearing the word "order," the crew members were jolted awake and dared not hesitate any longer, supporting each other.

Stumbling and staggering, he ran towards the stern of the boat.

They were just ordinary fishermen, and they had never seen anything like this in their lives.

Now, Lin Mo is their only pillar of support.

However, Lin Siyu did not move.

On the one hand, she was terrified and dared not go near.

On the other hand, she was really worried about her brother facing such a big guy alone.

So she made a compromise decision.

She moved her stiff steps, carefully retreating, and stopped about three meters away from Lin Mo.

In her view, this distance would ensure her safety while allowing her to keep an eye on her brother's movements at any time.

Then, she shakily pulled out her phone.

Looking at the emergency call number on the screen, she took a deep breath and pressed the dial button.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Hello! Is this the Coast Guard?!"

Lin Siyu said in a panic.

"Help! There's a bomb on our ship!!"

"Help! We need to be saved!"

On the other end of the phone, the operator, who was drinking water, suddenly sprayed a mouthful of water all over the screen.

"Please calm down! Ma'am! Please calm down! Tell me your exact location!"

"Has anyone been taken hostage on board? How many hostages are there? How many bandits are there?!"

A barrage of questions left Lin Siyu completely bewildered.

Hostage? Bandits?

What's going on?

In the live stream, a few viewers who were nearby vaguely heard Lin Siyu's call to the police, and the chat immediately went off-topic.

[Pfft—my little sister knows how to call the police.]

[Oh no! The streamer's illegal salvage operation is now escalating into a terrorist attack!]

[Operator: I feel this is not a simple matter. The other party is agitated and may be possessing weapons of mass destruction.]

[Anchor: No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!]

[This is absolutely ridiculous; it's the most outrageous police report I've ever seen this year.]

[Imagine the psychological trauma the operator must be experiencing, hahaha!]

Lin Mo didn't hear his sister's nonsensical call to the police, otherwise he would definitely have exploded.

This silly little sister always manages to come up with something new at the most crucial moment.

However, he couldn't care less about anything else right now.

His entire focus was on the enormous thing in front of him.

The fishing net wrapped around the torpedo was very sturdy, and there was a lot of seaweed hanging on it.

Lin Mo carefully reached out and peeled the fishing net off the torpedo bit by bit.

As the fishing nets were slowly cleared away, the full view of the torpedo gradually came into view on the live broadcast camera.

The bullet body was covered with rust and traces of marine life, looking very weathered.

The number of viewers in the live stream has exceeded 300,000, forming a dense, dark mass, with the barrage of comments refreshing so fast that they are almost invisible.

[The streamer is so careless! She even dared to reach out and grab it!]

Is this what they mean by "high skill and daring"?

[I've already told my parents to come and see, let them see what the king of the dead really is!]

[Host, why don't you make a wish on it? What if it comes true?]

Lin Mo ignored the teasing comments on the screen. While cleaning, he spoke in a low voice to the camera on his chest.

"Brothers, are there any knowledgeable military enthusiasts here? Could you help me take a look?"

"What era is this treasure from?"

Upon hearing this, all the experts who had been lurking in the live stream were suddenly brought to the surface.

[Here we are! A seasoned military enthusiast reporting for duty! Anchor, zoom in a bit so I can see the markings on the missile!]

Judging from its appearance, it somewhat resembles the German G7 series from World War II, or the Japanese Type 93 oxygen torpedo!

[Holy crap! Type 93? Those things have a massive propellant charge and are incredibly powerful; one shot can send a cruiser flying!]

[Don't talk nonsense, the Type 93 is a ship-launched torpedo, much bigger than this! This looks more like a submarine-launched one!]

[Host! Whatever you do, don't touch that pointy thing in front! That's the fuse! If you touch it, we'll all set off fireworks!]

Seeing the various speculations and warnings on the screen, Lin Mo's heart also tightened.

He knew, of course, that he shouldn't touch the fuse.

His eyes searched carefully over the torpedo's body, hoping to find some nameplates or inscriptions that could identify it.

Meanwhile, Lin Siyu's "cross-server chat" with the coast guard operator continued.

"Madam! Please remain calm! Do not provoke the criminals! Our rescue team has activated the emergency plan."

"Bomb disposal experts and SWAT teams will arrive as quickly as possible!"

"That's what the operator said nervously."

Lin Siyu was completely dumbfounded.

"Bandits? What bandits? We don't have any bandits on our ship!"

She finally realized, belatedly, that her words had caused a huge misunderstanding.

"Ah! No, no! Let me explain!"

Lin Siyu was so anxious she was about to cry.

"We are not terrorists! We are fishermen! We are fishermen!"

"We pulled a huge bomb! A torpedo, from the sea while we were fishing!"

To increase credibility, she added a sentence.

"My brother said it's probably a dud, it's no big deal!"

There was a long, dead silence on the other end of the phone.

The operator felt that her entire career was being challenged like never before at this moment.

While fishing... they pulled up a torpedo?

Do you really need to be this hardcore when you're fishing?

The operator asked in an incredulous tone.

"...What did you say? You...you were fishing and you pulled up a torpedo?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Lin Siyu nodded repeatedly, as if she had found her people.

"It's that long, dark, explosive lump of iron!"

The operator rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling that communicating with her was more tiring than defusing a bomb.

He changed his questioning approach to verify basic information.

"What's the name of your boat? Is it registered with the Maritime Safety Administration?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's called the Lin Family Fishing Boat! My brother is the captain, Lin Mo!"

The operator quickly entered the information into the system, and soon the ship's data popped up.

[Lin's fishing vessel, registered tonnage: 2000 tons, owned by: Donghai City Ocean Fishery Company...]

Upon seeing the words "2000-ton class", the operator paused for a moment.

It turned out to be not a small sampan, but a proper large ocean-going fishing vessel.

Such a large ship, with an astonishingly powerful trawl net, managed to retrieve a torpedo that had been dormant at the bottom of the sea for many years...

Theoretically speaking, it's not impossible.

Now, the operator's belief in the story has finally shifted from "a pipe dream" to "bizarre but possible."

The terror alert has been lifted, but a genuine torpedo remains a top-level dangerous item.

The operator's tone returned to calm.

"Okay, we have a basic understanding of the situation. Now, all of you, please get away from that torpedo immediately!"

"Do not move or touch it!"

"I need your ship's real-time GPS coordinates now, report them to me immediately!"