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

As the contents of the box dwindled, Lin Mo suddenly paused.

He reached out and tapped the bottom of the box.

"Thump, thump".

The sound was somewhat muffled, but carried a hollow echo.

There's a hidden compartment at the bottom of this box!

Lin Mo's eyes narrowed, and he shouted to Big Head and Monkey, who were still watching Wu Wei.

"Stop playing around, come help me, move all these guns away."

"Alright, boss!"

The group immediately stopped "caring" for Wu Wei and rushed over to move the guns on the deck aside.

The empty wooden crate lay there quietly.

Lin Mo picked up a crowbar and inserted it into the edge of the wooden board at the bottom of the box.

With a "creak," the wooden board was pried open, creating a gap.

All eyes turned to them, and even Su Wanzheng and Lin Siyu stood up nervously.

Lin Mo exerted force and suddenly flipped it over!

"Splash—"

The entire interlayer was removed, revealing what was hidden underneath.

It was an object wrapped in a thick tarpaulin, with a rather strange shape, resembling a thick metal pipe.

Below it is an arc-shaped base.

"What...what is this thing?"

The monkey scratched its head, looking puzzled.

This thing looks much more intimidating than those guns we just saw.

Just then, a voice came from the side.

"This is... the Type 89 grenade launcher."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Wu Wei, who had been pretending to be dead.

He was currently staring intently at what was inside the interlayer, his eyes glazed over with dark circles under his eyes.

He explained.

"It has a caliber of 50 mm, weighs about five or six kilograms, and has an effective range of about 500 meters..."

"Back in the day, this thing was the core of fire support for infantry squads. One shot could wipe out an entire machine gun emplacement."

As Wu Wei spoke, he reached out to touch it.

But as soon as he reached halfway out, he felt Lin Mo's death stare.

He shuddered, his will to survive instantly overcoming his thirst for knowledge.

"Ouch... I was wrong, boss, I was really wrong, it hurts so much."

After saying that, he tilted his head to the side and lay back down on the deck, continuing to play dead.

He was muttering to himself, as if he were confessing his sins.

This move left everyone speechless.

Meanwhile, the live stream chat began to bombard viewers with comments!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Am I seeing things? That's a grenade launcher?!]

Is it one of those things in the movies where they fire "bang bang bang"?

[That's a mortar in front, this is a grenade launcher, but their power is about the same!]

[This streamer is practically bringing an armory home!]

Wow! From pistols to rifles, from light machine guns to grenade launchers, anchor, do you need any gunners on your ship?

[This is awesome! With this thing, what's there to fear from pirates? We'll blast them one by one, and two by two!]

What I'm more curious about is why this kind of thing would sink in the sea? And why is there a whole box of it, and it's so well preserved?

[Is that even a question? It must have been during the War of Resistance against Japan. Our country's industrial base was weak back then, and a lot of our weapons and ammunition had to be imported from abroad.]

[It's likely that the transport ship was sunk at sea by Russian aircraft or warships!]

[The comment above is correct! So, does this mean there might be a World War II shipwreck beneath this area?]

The guesses of the viewers in the live stream were exactly what Lin Mo was thinking.

He stared at the grenade launcher in front of him, his brow furrowed.

A few guns could perhaps be explained as fishermen accidentally catching them.

But now that even grenade launchers have appeared, the nature of the problem has completely changed.

This is no longer something he can handle on his own.

This must be reported!

Lin Mo took a deep breath, took out his phone, and found a familiar number in his contacts.

Coast Guard.

The call was made and answered almost instantly.

However, before Lin Mo could speak, a helpless voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Feed? Is this Lin Mo, Mr. Lin?"

"Let me guess, what did you manage to snag this time?"

"Let's get this straight: if you catch any more protected animals, can you release them yourself?"

"We've almost created a separate file just for you with all the police dispatch records here."

The operator clearly remembered Lin Mo's number by heart.

Lin Mo's lips twitched as he listened to the other person's complaints.

"Ahem, this time it's not a protected animal."

"Oh? What's that? It can't be some antique you've found again, can it?"

The operator's tone softened slightly.

Lin Mo was silent for two seconds before speaking.

"Almost there, we found a box of weapons from the War of Resistance against Japan."

"There are several pistols, several rifles, and a light machine gun."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

A full five seconds passed before the operator finally asked.

"Mr. Lin, you...you're not joking, are you?"

"I'm not joking."

Lin Mo looked at the grenade launcher in front of him and added a sentence.

"Oh right, there's also a grenade launcher."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

A spitting sound and coughing came from the other end of the phone, clearly indicating that the operator had choked.

Several more seconds passed before the voice sounded again, this time eight octaves higher.

"A... a grenade launcher?! Really?!"

"real."

"My God... Mr. Lin, which sea area were you fishing in? How did you manage to catch something like this?"

The operator's voice trembled slightly.

Lin Mo briefly explained the situation and then offered his own guess.

"I suspect that the ship that was transporting weapons was sunk in this area."

The operator on the other end of the phone instantly became extremely serious.

"Mr. Lin, do you mean there might be a World War II-era munitions transport shipwreck nearby?"

"Mr. Lin, please wait a moment! Don't hang up!"

"Please also ensure your own safety and do not touch those weapons again!"

"That's what the operator said quickly."

"This matter is beyond our jurisdiction, and I need to report it to my superiors immediately."

"And... I need to contact the experts at the Municipal Archaeological Institute immediately!"

After he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from the other end of the phone, as if the operator had covered the receiver.

They are trying to contact someone urgently using another phone.

Lin Mo held his phone, waiting quietly.

He glanced at the comments in the live stream.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! It's been reported! This streamer's actions have blown the roof off!]

[A World War II shipwreck! If this is true, the anchor's discovery of this isn't just a simple clue; it's a major achievement!]

[The Archaeological Institute! Even the Archaeological Institute is getting involved? This is quite a show of force!]

[What I really want to know is how much the government will reward the streamer! A banner of appreciation is definitely in order!]

Money doesn't matter; what I really want is to see the anchor make our country look good! This is living history!

The viewers in the live stream were even more excited than Lin Mo himself.

The crew members on the ship, including Su Wanzheng, held their breath and watched Lin Mo nervously.

Waiting for the final reply on the other end of the phone.

About three or four minutes later, the operator's voice came through the phone again, but this time, he seemed a little embarrassed.

"Um, um... Mr. Lin."

"Okay, go ahead."

Lin Mo responded.

"The situation is a little bit complicated."

"The experts from the archaeological institute can't come over for the time being."

Lin Mo was taken aback.

What's going on? Do they think their guess is a pipe dream and are unwilling to take action?