What happened to the Delta Force? It turned into Arknights!

"Ah!"

On the highway, Han Fei, who was sitting in the back of the family's luxury car, suddenly sneezed.

He reached under his mask, rubbed his nose, and muttered under his breath, "Which cutie insulted me?"

After saying that, Han Fei turned his head and waved to the man in the black suit next to him, saying, "Don't mind him, you can continue."

The man sitting next to Han Fei was dressed in a well-tailored black suit with the Syracuse family crest engraved on his tie clip. His crossed legs stretched the trousers taut, and even the steel watch strap peeking out from his cuffs gleamed coldly—a refined look typical of high-ranking gangsters, honed through violence.

Han Fei found this outfit quite familiar; it was exactly the same as the iron-fisted gang leader from the family he had fought back when he was playing with porridge.

"Mr. Han Fei, our Texas family is the most powerful family in Colombia," the family's iron-fisted leader said earnestly. "Join us, and whatever you want—money, status, or women—we can provide it for you."

To be honest, this powerful gangster from the family, dressed in an expensive suit and speaking with an unquestionable tone, would probably have been believed by someone who didn't know the situation.

But Han Fei was no naive newbie.

The Texas family has no future.

To be precise, the family had no future after Giuseppe Texas, who is known as Texas's father, killed her grandfather.

With the death of Texas's grandfather, and after the Texas family declared their separation from Syracuse, Madame Sicily, the de facto ruler of Syracuse, launched a "genocide" against the Texas family.

After that, the entire Texas family was finished.

Before Han Fei could speak, the iron-fisted gangster looked at him meaningfully and said, "The Saluzzo family's wolf cubs are not to be trifled with. If you take her things, you'll probably have no peace in Colombia from now on."

When this was mentioned, Han Fei subconsciously glanced at his backpack.

In his bag, Lappland's twin swords and shoes lay quietly.

All I can say is that Lappland truly lives up to her status as the eldest daughter of the Saluzzo family; those shoes take up four squares and are worth a total of 110,000 Haff coins.

These aren't shoes, they're a giant gold piece!

Her twin swords were rather inadequate; each sword took up five squares, taking up more space than a smoothbore gun.

However, its value was not as high as that of a smoothbore gun.

If Han Fei remembered correctly, before he transmigrated, a smoothbore gun occupied four slots of space and was worth a total of seven or eight hundred thousand.

Lapland's knife, a single knife is worth less than 300,000.

Two knives together are not as good as a smoothbore gun.

Looking at the contents of his backpack, Han Fei could already picture Lappland's furious little face.

It goes without saying that a grudge has been formed.

Given Lappland's personality, even if he turned back now and returned the items to Lappland, the latter would most likely not forgive him.

However, Han Fei showed no intention of returning it.

You want to take back the things that were in my bag?

Go to the auction house and find your gear!

Seeing Han Fei remain silent, the iron-fisted gang leader assumed he was weighing the pros and cons, and continued to persuade him: "Only by joining us can you live a peaceful life in this city."

"Yeah?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow. He was naturally not afraid of these Syracuseans. In his view, these gang thugs were nothing more than manpower that he could plunder in a direct confrontation.

Even in the game, AI opponents can sometimes cause players a lot of trouble. Moreover, these Syracuses are much smarter than AI opponents.

The AI ​​will only engage you in a direct gunfight, but the Syracusan assassins are quite skilled in the field of assassination.

"You mean you can protect me?"

Han Fei considered that he would be staying in Colombia for a few more days. It was really good to have the Texas family protecting him. At least he didn't have to worry about someone throwing a bomb into his sleep through the window.

"This is Colombia, not Syracuse."

Iron-fisted leader nodded slightly, pointed to the city lights outside the car window, and calmly said, "The rules here are determined by strength. As long as you have value, the family will naturally ensure your safety."

Han Fei said, "Then what do I need to do to prove my worth?"

"That's not necessary."

The iron-fisted gang leader curled his lips into what he thought was a friendly smile and said, "For those who lack ability, only after passing numerous tests and proving their abilities will the family's doors be opened to them."

“But Mr. Han Fei, you are different. You have already proven your ability. The young lady of the Saluzzo family is your touchstone.”

Han Fei feigned surprise and asked, "So, you mean I can join the Texas family without any tests?"

"Yes."

The iron-fisted gang leader nodded emphatically and said, "I can assure you that you can join us if you're willing."

At this point, the iron-fisted gangster changed the subject and said, "However, whether to join the main family or a branch, we will have to see Lord Giuseppe and let him decide."

"Then I'll look forward to it," Han Fei said.

He wasn't interested in the so-called Texas family benefits; what he wanted was Huffcoins, not anything else.

However, considering the upcoming itinerary, joining the Texas family is actually entirely beneficial.

The Texas family is indeed about to be destroyed, but he's only staying here for a few days. So what if they're destroyed? Do you think those Syracuses will go to the Special Operations Department to hunt him down?

Moreover, the Texas family hasn't fallen from power yet.

With the Texas family's protection, Han Fei at least didn't have to worry about being ambushed by Syracuse assassins while he slept.

Moreover, there is another crucial character in the Texas family – Cherlinina Texas.

Han Fei's expressed intentions greatly pleased the iron-fisted gang leader, who began to loudly promote the benefits of joining the Texas family.

Han Fei wasn't particularly interested in these things, but he pretended to be very interested as he listened to Tie Wan Jiao Tou's empty promises.

Before long, the family's luxury car drove into a very luxurious estate.

The family's luxury limousine rolled down the private driveway, which was covered with fallen leaves like scattered gold. Behind the holly bushes trimmed into geometric shapes on both sides, dozens of sentries in suits were hidden. When the headlights swept across, the family badges on their chests gleamed coldly in the shadows.

With a soft braking sound, the car came to a smooth stop in front of the Baroque fountain.

The butler, dressed in a tailcoat, was already bowing and waiting. Behind him were twelve marble steps—each inlaid with precious stones from Bolivar, which shimmered like flowing gold in the sunlight.

The moment the car door opened, the bronze weathervane atop the main building of the manor suddenly emitted a piercing spinning sound. Han Fei looked up and saw a raven take flight from the gilded wolf head statue on the lintel, a few black feathers drifting into the fountain pool, tearing the sunlight reflected on the water's surface into fragments.

"Please come with me."

Iron Fist Gang Leader, who got off the bus on the other side, walked to Han Fei's side and gestured for him to come in.

Han Fei followed behind him and stepped into the mansion.

Despite having a powerful gangster as a guarantor, Han Fei was still unable to meet directly with Giuseppe, the head of the Texas family. Several security personnel in black suits blocked his way.

"Please hand over your weapons."

Han Fei narrowed his eyes, seemingly somewhat reluctant to hand over his weapons.

Iron Fist, seeing this, advised from the side, "This is a necessary step. Lord Giuseppe is not someone that just anyone can meet. Rest assured, in the name of the family, I guarantee that when you leave, your weapon will be returned to you intact."

After thinking for a while, Han Fei decided to do as the man in front of him said. He took out the bison, placed it on the tray held by the man in the black suit, and said:

"This gun of mine is very valuable, so please don't break it."

He's already come this far; there's no need for him to give up halfway over such a small matter.

Besides, Han Fei can still fight even without the bison.

The reason is simple: it's the confidence that comes with a fully upgraded triple-shield dog!

The man in the black suit remained silent, simply stepping forward and searching Han Fei again.

Han Fei cooperated fully, raising his hands to let the black suit jacket touch him all over.

Han Fei wasn't afraid of being searched at all. Everything on his body was in his extradimensional space, specifically in his backpack and chest strap. The same applied to his projectiles. If he didn't take them out, no one could find them on him.

As expected, the man in the black suit searched Han Fei very thoroughly, but found no dangerous items on him.

"You can go in."

Han Fei then put his hand down and followed the Iron-Wristed Gang Leader into the study.

The moment Han Fei stepped into the study, his gaze was immediately drawn to the portrait painting that occupied the entire wall above the fireplace. The frame was made of gilded Baroque carvings, which shimmered with a luxurious glow under the chandelier.

In the painting, a girl with dark blue hair sits upright in a high-backed chair. Sunlight filters through the stained glass window, casting dappled patterns on her body. A subtle smile plays on her lips, but her gray-blue eyes reveal a calmness beyond her years.

The most striking feature is the pair of fluffy wolf ears on its head—the left ear twitches slightly involuntarily, as if it might catch a sound outside the frame at any moment. The artist uses delicate brushstrokes to depict the downy hair at the tips of the ears, and the interplay of light and shadow almost allows the viewer to feel its soft texture.

The background of the painting is a decorative pattern composed of the Texas family crest and a sword and shield, but all the cold, hard metallic elements are neutralized by the soft halo emanating from the girl.

The bottom right corner of the frame is marked in gold lettering: "A Gift for My Granddaughter" [Cellina Texas – 1088]

"cough."

Iron-fisted gang leader's clear cough drew Han Fei's attention back to what was in front of him.

Not far in front of Han Fei, behind a very luxurious mahogany desk, Han Fei saw Giuseppe Texas, the current head of the Texas family.

"Oh, you're here."

Giuseppe put down his cigar, looked at Han Fei with interest, and said, "This is the Han Fei you mentioned before, right?"

Volume One: Chapter Thirty-Eight - Settling Down

When Giuseppe Texas spoke, Han Fei's gaze swept over the current head of the Texas family without making a sound.

The man sat upright in a high-backed chair, his tall figure encased in a well-tailored dark suit, and the silver wolf head crest pinned to his lapel gleamed coldly under the chandelier.

His crossed legs stretched his trousers taut, and even the mechanical watch strap peeking out from his cuffs exuded the cold gleam of a precision instrument.

Given that he could give birth to such a beautiful offspring as Cellina, Giuseppe himself must be quite handsome; judging by his appearance alone, he is an elegant and dashing middle-aged man.

With his elegant and proper demeanor, it would be difficult for anyone to associate him with the infamous title of "parricide".

Even Han Fei, who knew about the evil deeds committed by this man, couldn't find any trace of ambition in him at first glance.

Noticing Han Fei's gaze, Giuseppe's lips curled into a slight smile, and he gestured, "Mr. Han Fei, please sit down, there's no need to be so formal."

Han Fei didn't stand on ceremony with him, pulled out the chair opposite him, and sat down directly.

Giuseppe chuckled and said, "On your way here, our gang leader has been full of praise for you, Mr. Han Fei. May I ask where you were employed before?"

"I am a wanderer," Han Fei said frankly. "I often scavenge in various places, and occasionally I take on missions that require murder and robbery."

"I see."

Giuseppe nodded knowingly, then sat up straight and said seriously, "My boss should have introduced the strength of the Texas family to you on the way here, Mr. Han Fei. Let's not waste time. Would you like to join us?"

"If you agree, I can promise you that your treatment will be the same as that of the gang leader."

"Like him?"

Han Fei glanced at the Iron Fist Gang Leader beside him.

"hehe."

Giuseppe shook his head and explained, "I won't lie to you, your treatment is slightly worse than his. The man next to you is the most powerful and ruthless gangster in our family. In the whole of Colombia, there are no more than ten people like him."

Han Fei frowned imperceptibly, pretending to be somewhat dissatisfied.

He wasn't really that concerned about the treatment the Texas family offered him; what he wanted was Huffcoins, not Lungmen Dollars. However, being too casual would make him seem cheap.

"Mr. Han Fei, I don't know if you've ever heard this proverb."

Giuseppe was unmoved by Han Fei's reaction. He still smiled and said, "Gold will always shine. If you can prove in the days to come that you are no less capable than our Iron Fist Gangster, then I can give you anything you want."

"What should I do?" Han Fei asked.

"It's very simple."

Giuseppe placed his hands on the table, interlaced his fingers, and said softly, "Recently, a group of Syracuses came to Colombia, attempting to overthrow the Texas family."

"And what you have to do is help the family clear out these Syracuses and let them know that this is Colombia, not Syracuse."

“Colombia has its own rules. Their Syracuse system doesn’t work here. Here, we call the shots.”

Han Fei curled his lips into a smile and said, "I understand what you mean, you want to kill someone, right?"

"Yes."

Giuseppe nodded slightly. "This is the best opportunity for you to prove your worth to me, Mr. Han Fei."

"Okay, that's easy."

Han Fei didn't even blink before agreeing, "Leave it to me."