Fishing for submarines, such an outrageous act, appeared much more normal with Fang Hao here.
Everyone on the Coast Guard Ship pinned their hopes on Fang Hao, hoping he could perform well and successfully reel one in.
Then the mission would be considered perfectly completed.
But everyone knew how difficult the mission was; it certainly wasn't something that could easily be accomplished.
They just believed in Fang Hao.
The crowd watched the figure on the deck, their eyes filled with longing.
It was a feeling of trust.
...
More than an hour had passed, and there was no movement from Fang Hao's fishing rod.
This was expected.
It's not always the case that fishing yields quick activity, let alone fishing for a nuclear submarine.
Nuclear submarines aren't that easy to catch.
Plus, they had no idea of the exact position; everything was based on feeling, based on luck.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was like a blind cat running into a dead mouse.
