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

The crew fell silent instantly, but the fear on their faces remained undiminished.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Lin Mo frowned and raised his voice a few decibels.

"Make a call! Right now!"

The crew members were jolted awake, and only then did they realize what was happening.

One of them, who was closest, frantically pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he prepared to dial.

"I'll fight."

Lin Mo took the phone from his hand and dialed the number that was practically sparking from their fishing boat.

Coast Guard.

beep - beep -

The phone rang twice and was quickly answered.

A very efficient voice came over.

"Hello, this is the Coast Guard's emergency call center."

Upon hearing this voice, Lin Mo's lips twitched slightly.

Last time they recovered twelve bodies and a torpedo; he himself was almost afraid to continue talking about it.

"Hello, I am Lin Mo, the captain of the Lin family's fishing boat."

Lin Mo got straight to the point and introduced himself.

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Three seconds later, the operator's voice came through again, but this time, the complex emotions were self-evident.

"It's you..."

Lin Mo cleared his throat, pretending not to notice the breakdown in the other person's tone.

Yes, it's me.

"We... got some more stuff."

The operator took a deep breath, seemingly trying to mentally prepare herself.

"Tell me, what is it this time? An antique? A shipwreck? Or has someone else decided to jump into the sea?"

His tone had become somewhat weak and listless, clearly indicating that Lin Mo's name was already on the radar within the Coast Guard.

They are considered "key targets of attention".

[Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Judging from the operator's tone, she seems to be driven almost crazy by the anchor.]

Operator: It's you again? Don't come any closer!

[The anchor is a man who strikes fear into the hearts of Coast Guard operators.]

Please, please give the coast guard officers a break. They're working themselves to the bone.

The live stream viewers were instantly amused by the phone call, which eased the tense atmosphere considerably.

"Neither."

Lin Mo's expression remained serious.

He glanced at the large creature lying quietly on the deck and said.

"We retrieved what appears to be the latest type of underwater reconnaissance buoy from abroad."

"The deployment time was very short, it looks... still fresh."

"Underwater reconnaissance buoy?"

The operator repeated the term, initially a little confused, but she immediately understood.

This is far more serious than those corpses and pirates!

Corpses and pirates are at most serious public security incidents.

But once it's confirmed that this thing is a foreign spy device, its nature changes completely!

This definitely involves national security!

The breathing on the other end of the phone instantly became rapid.

"Captain Lin, are you sure?!"

"It's basically confirmed."

Lin Mo answered in a deep voice.

"It looks like a torpedo, but it doesn't have a propulsion unit. It has a stabilizer fin at the tail, is painted gray, and has letters and numbers on it."

"There are also reserved antenna slots."

He briefly and concisely recounted the information provided by the system in his own words.

"Okay! I understand!"

The operator's tone was more serious than ever before.

"Captain Lin, please do not touch that object for the time being, and maintain a safe distance from it!"

"I'll report this immediately! Please keep your phone accessible; I'll get back to you within five minutes!"

"Can."

Lin Mo agreed.

The call was disconnected.

Lin Mo returned the phone to the crew member, his gaze falling once again on the buoy.

[Holy crap, spy equipment? Really?]

[What a huge hornet's nest this streamer has stirred up!]

[Previously, they were arms dealers retrieving torpedoes; now they're retrieving spy equipment—have they jumped straight to the national security level?]

[Why do I feel like this is even more exciting than retrieving a torpedo?]

[If a torpedo explodes, at most it's a physical matter of atonement; but if this thing actually happened, it would be a diplomatic incident!]

The chat room was completely in an uproar.

Did they catch spy equipment while fishing?

Even novels wouldn't dare to write something like this!

Less than five minutes later, Lin Mo's phone rang again.

It's still the same number.

Lin Mo answered the call immediately.

"Captain Lin, we have confirmed the relevant information."

"The object you described is highly likely to be an underwater vehicle that the United States has recently secretly deployed in the surrounding waters."

The operator's voice was fast and urgent, clearly indicating that things had already gotten chaotic on the other end.

"We'd like to confirm its specific model and ownership; we need your help with that."

"How do I do it?"

Lin Mo asked.

"Please check the bottom of that object, the thicker end."

"At the bottom center, there should be a circular, sealed hatch, about twenty centimeters in diameter."

"Found it."

Lin Mo circled the buoy and quickly found the hatch below its tail.

"Very good! Now, please use the tools to pry open that hatch."

"Note: For safety reasons, please wear insulated gloves during operation!"

"clear."

Lin Mo turned to a crew member and said.

"Go and get a set of insulated gloves and a crowbar."

"Okay, okay!"

The crew member hurriedly ran to the toolbox and quickly retrieved the items.

Lin Mo first had two crew members work together to carefully place the large, 300-kilogram object sideways on the deck and secure it.

Then, he put on thick insulated gloves, picked up a crowbar, and aimed it at the edge of the sealed hatch.

"Click".

With a soft click, the sealed hatch opened.

Lin Mo pointed the camera at the inside of the hatch.

There were no complicated instruments in the small, circular space.

There is only one metal plaque embedded in the very center.

The nameplate was polished to a shine, with a line of perfectly clear letters and numbers laser-etched on it.

US-729

[US! Holy crap! They really are American bastards!]

[729? Is that their serial number? Does that mean there's more than one of these?]

[Damn it, they're still up to no good! Sending warships and planes to patrol here every day isn't enough.]

【Now they're even throwing underwater spy equipment at our doorstep?!】

Do they really think our country's coastline is their backyard? They can just come and go as they please?

[The anchor is awesome! This one net pulled up America's underwear!]

What exactly is physical coastal defense? (Tactical lean back)

[It is strongly recommended that the government award the anchor a "Honorary Coastal Defense Guardian" banner, plus a bonus of 500,000 yuan!]

The live stream chat instantly went wild!

Our fishermen, using the simplest fishing nets, captured the world's most advanced spy equipment!

Who would believe this if I told them?

"I saw it."

Lin Mo's voice remained as steady as ever.

"The nameplate reads US-729."

The operator on the other end of the phone suddenly caught her breath.

"……receive."

"Captain Lin, thank you for your cooperation! You have made a tremendous contribution to national security!"

"Now, please report your exact location, and we will immediately dispatch a coast guard vessel to retrieve the equipment!"

Dispatch a Coast Guard ship?

Lin Mo glanced at the sky.

By the time they arrive by boat, the handover is complete, and they get back to shore, it will probably be midnight.

Making them go out to sea to work overtime in the middle of the night seems a bit inappropriate.

After all, he was a model citizen.

"No need for that."

Lin Mo thought for a moment and then spoke.

"Um?"

The operator was somewhat surprised.

"Our fishing operation for today is over, and we are preparing to return home."

"I'll just send this back to you."

Silence fell again on the other end of the phone.

Inside the Coast Guard command center, the operator covered the microphone, turned to look at the serious-looking leader behind him, and mouthed something silently.

"He said... he would send it back himself."

The leaders looked at each other, their faces showing strange expressions.

This is the latest spy equipment from Country M! It's priceless and extremely sensitive!

So, a fisherman just sails his fishing boat and brazenly brings it back?

This sounds so unreliable!

But on second thought, this seems to be the safest approach at present.

The handover took place at night, with high winds and rough seas. If anything went wrong, the losses could be huge.

Let Lin Mo send it back himself; they only need to be on high alert at the port, saving both time and effort.

After a moment's thought, the leader nodded decisively.

The operator breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the phone again.

"...Okay, Captain Lin. Thank you so much! How long do you expect it to take to reach Donggang Fishing Port?"

"About three hours."

"Okay! We'll be waiting for you at the port! Thank you again for your great contribution!"

"You're too kind. Protecting our country is everyone's responsibility."

Lin Mo replied without changing his expression, and then hung up the phone.

He turned around and waved to the crowd who were still in a daze.

"Stop standing there like idiots!"

"Closing up the net, time to go home!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The crew members seemed to wake from a dream and responded in unison.

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction and walked to the cockpit.

He gripped the rudder and turned it sharply.

"Buzz—"

The fishing boat's engine roared, and its bow drew a graceful arc across the sea as it changed direction.

Heading back along the route we came from, proceed at full speed.