If you are really lucky, you can catch anything.

If you're really unlucky, you won't be able to catch anything.

Fang Hao doesn't have many ideas.

Remove the hook from the wing, readjust it, put the bait again, and continue fishing.

"Brother Hao...this is not confidential, right?"

After waiting for a long time, Xiaopang couldn't help but asked Fang Hao quietly.

"It doesn't count."

Fang Hao knew what Xiaopang was referring to. Since the live broadcast room was not blocked this time, as long as the other party didn't talk about the last time he caught the plane, there would be no problem.

When Fang Hao said it didn't count, Xiaopang was slightly relieved.

"Brother Hao, is this what you caught just now?"

Xiaopang continued to ask.

"Well, it's just luck."

Luck...well, this is indeed luck.

But Brother Hao, your luck is really weird.

You can catch anything.

This time I caught the wing of an airplane again.

Xiaopang didn't know what to say when he heard this.

Xiaopang then came to the wing and looked at it carefully, but he was not a military fan and had not studied these things, so he couldn't tell what kind of wing this was.

The only thing that can be determined is that this wing is different from the one caught last time.

That’s not f35.

What kind of plane would that be?

Xiaopang also became curious.

At this moment, Fang Hao caught something again, and there was movement on the fishing rod again.
Chapter completed!