The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

midnight.

A black minivan quietly turned off its engine at a fork in the road, one kilometer away from the East City Wharf.

"Really... you're going to wear this?"

Su Wan sat in the driver's seat, looking at Li Haotian in the passenger seat, her expression extremely complicated.

Li Haotian has already changed into a full set of "divine gear".

A tattered straw hat, a faded short-sleeved shirt, a yellow reflective vest like those worn by sanitation workers, and rubber boots.

He carefully adjusted the angle of his straw hat in the rearview mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

"You don't understand, this is called a battle-damaged skin, it gives you an aura boost."

Su Wan's lips twitched.

"I've hacked into the municipal surveillance system outside the dock. They're very professional; they physically cut off all the lines leading to the warehouse. I've already had Liu Hu prepare a full set of equipment in the trunk..."

"No need."

Li Haotian pushed open the car door decisively.

He scanned a shared bicycle on the roadside and got on.

He carried a small stool and a fishing rod that cost 9.9 yuan (shipping included) in one hand, and held the handlebars with the other.

"Remember, no matter what noise you hear, don't come out."

"Wait for my signal, then drive as far as you can."

Su Wan watched him ride a shared bicycle, with a plastic bucket of fish bait in the basket, and his yellow reflective vest cast a long shadow under the streetlights.

The whole scene was so absurd it resembled a performance art piece.

"Squeak—"

The shared bicycle groaned under its own weight, carrying Li Haotian as it slowly glided towards the darkness ahead, which lay dormant like a giant beast.

The abandoned dock in the east of the city was completely silent.

The sea breeze whistled through the rusty gantry crane.

Li Haotian rode his bicycle skillfully around several puddles, the wheels crunching over gravel with a "crunching" sound.

His senses were already fully engaged; every rustle of grass within a 500-meter radius was displayed in his mind like a high-definition map.

There was one lying on top of a container thirty meters to the left.

Fifty meters to the right rear, in an abandoned guard post, someone was squatting.

There were a few more, clinging to the shadows of the gantry crane like geckos.

They're professional, at least better than the bunch of useless people Wang Feilong raised.

Li Haotian kept his eyes straight ahead, like a worker who had just finished a night shift and couldn't wait to cast a line to relax.

He rode confidently through a patch of grass, and you could even hear the person inside deliberately slowing their breathing because of nervousness.

Finally, he stopped on a breakwater more than 100 meters away from Warehouse No. 3.

The view here is unobstructed, offering a clear view of the warehouse's only entrance and exit, while maintaining a perfect distance from the surrounding container yards.

"Observation Post One calling Eagle's Nest: Unidentified target spotted in Area A."

A low voice, transmitted clearly through the miniature earpiece, reached Li Haotian's ears.

He ignored them, set up his bicycle, and carried his equipment to the edge of the breakwater.

"Eagle's Nest received, describe target."

Another voice rang out, calm and composed.

Li Haotian skillfully opened the small stool and plopped down on it.

He took out the piece of dark purple alien flesh that was still wriggling slightly from the plastic bucket.

"Target...male, alone, wearing...a sanitation worker's reflective vest?"

The voice from the observation post carried a hint of uncertainty.

"He came on a shared bike and was... he was getting ready to go fishing."

Li Haotian carefully hung the sticky "bait" on the fishing hook.

The sour, rotten smell emanating from that thing was so intoxicating that even he himself found it a bit overpowering.

"fishing?"

The commander, known as "Eagle's Nest," also sounded slightly surprised.

He picked up his high-powered binoculars and aimed them at the figure on the breakwater.

Through the telescope, the man in the reflective vest was holding a fishing rod that looked like it could break at any moment, and was adjusting the float with great skill.

Then, he flicked his wrist.

The fishing hook traced an arc in the air before falling with a "plop" into the dark, icy seawater below.

After doing all this, the man pulled down his hat brim and took out his phone.

A burst of cheerful music broke the deathly silence of the dock.

"Good luck to you, may good luck bring you joy and love..."

Eagle's Nest: "..."

Observation post: "..."

"What...what is he doing?" The lookout's voice was barely holding back.

"He's playing 'Good Luck' on repeat." Eagle Nest rubbed his temples, feeling that his professional competence was being challenged like never before.

"Get him out of here," Eagle's Nest ordered. "Quickly, and don't attract attention."

"etc."

A deeper, metallic voice suddenly broke in.

The bishop's deputy.

Li Haotian's eyes flickered, but he continued to play Dou Dizhu (a card game) on his phone.

"Mr. Anos," Eagle's Nest's voice immediately became respectful.

"Don't touch him," the voice called Anos commanded. "A madman fishing at the dock late at night is less likely to arouse suspicion than an empty dock."

"Can……"

"No buts." Anos's voice was devoid of any emotion. "Our 'cargo' will arrive in half an hour. Any unusual action now could lead to unnecessary trouble."

"Let him fish. Send two men to dive underwater and keep a close eye on him. If he dares to leave that stool even half a step, kill him on the spot."

"Yes."

Eagle Nest lowered his binoculars and gave the order through the communication channel.

Li Haotian listened to the clear conversation through his earpiece and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"A royal flush!"

A crisp game sound effect rang out.

Li Haotian looked at his crushing defeat and curled his lip.

"This year's villains aren't very good; their vigilance is so poor. I suggest they be sent back for retraining."

He looked up at the dark Warehouse No. 3 in the distance and muttered to himself.

"If playing cards won't work, you can't go home empty-handed fishing, can you?"

Time passed second by second.

On the dock, apart from the monotonous sound of the waves and the occasional sound effects like "airplane" and "spring" coming from Li Haotian's phone, there was no other sound.

Two well-equipped divers, dressed in full diving gear, had silently descended to the bottom of the breakwater.

They were like two water ghosts, hidden in the dark seawater, with only their eyes showing, staring intently at the leisurely figure above them.

Li Haotian lost another game of Dou Dizhu.

He impatiently put his phone back in his pocket and turned his gaze to the sea.

The float stood still on the water, completely motionless.

"What's going on? Am I going to lose the patent for this bait?"

He was preparing to lift his rod and move to a different spot.

Sudden.

"Glug."