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

What's more, the drop rate this time was obviously very high. The Texas family really has something special. Iron Fist Gangster casually gave out small gold items, and Cellina even gave out champagne. Han Fei was unwilling to leave in such a sorry state with his bag not even full.

The Syracuses? How many divisions of the Syracuses are there? If they're blocking my way from earning Haff coins, I'll kick their hoods off!

Texas stared at Han Fei for a while, then shook her head and said, "Since you insist on this, I won't stop you. You can continue to be my guard. Listen to me and don't run around."

"I understand what you mean."

Han Fei agreed, "I'll fight whoever you tell me to fight. I promise I'll complete the mission, okay?"

Texas even gave him a bottle of champagne, so Han Fei really wouldn't mind working for her temporarily.

These are two treasures worth over 300,000 yuan each. If Han Fei were to search for them himself, how many trendy little trash items would he have to collect to earn that much?

You should know that on the trading bridge, even a single small red tile is enough to buy two lives for one person.

—Save them and kill them again, that'll give you two lives.

Texas neither confirmed nor denied this, saying, "Let's go outside first."

Han Fei shrugged and left with Texas.

Back outside, the two hadn't walked far when they ran into the old butler who had rushed over.

The old butler glanced at Han Fei discreetly, then looked over his shoulder and landed on the oak gate not far behind him.

Clearly, the old butler knew where the two were going.

However, he did not say much, but respectfully said, "Miss, Mr. Han Fei."

"Is something the matter?" Cellina asked softly.

"The master instructed that a room be arranged for Mr. Han Fei," the old butler said. "I'm here to inform Mr. Han Fei that your room has been arranged."

Texas said, "Then lead the way."

"Please come with me."

The old butler led the way, guiding the two through the corridors of the old house.

Han Fei had been trying very hard to memorize the terrain, but this old Texas family home was much more complicated than the core area of ​​the space base and the Tower of Baxter. The winding and meandering layout almost confused Han Fei.

Even though Han Fei racked his brains, he could only barely remember the general outline.

After walking for several minutes, the old butler stopped outside a room and said, "Mr. Han Fei, this is the room arranged for you. By the way, Miss's room is right next to yours, so you can protect her immediately if anything happens."

Han Fei casually remarked, "It can't be that bad, isn't this the core of the family?"

Upon hearing this, the old butler turned to look at Han Fei, and after a few seconds of silence, said, "Mr. Han Fei, you are a smart man. There are some things that I don't need to say outright."

The old butler stopped there, changing the subject: "Alright, Mr. Han Fei, go inside and see your room. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, let me know, and I'll try my best to meet your needs."

Volume 1: Chapter 51 The Storm Is Brewing

Han Fei pushed open the door and went inside.

This room is much more spacious than the one in the back, and it's fully furnished, just like the one you can move into right away.

"How is it, Mr. Han Fei?" the old butler inquired.

"It's fine, there's nothing that needs to be changed, let's leave it like this," Han Fei said.

For Han Fei, this place was just a temporary stop; as long as he could sleep there, he had no other requirements.

"As long as you're satisfied."

The old butler bowed slightly and said, "Then I won't bother you any longer. If you need anything, you can come to me or talk to the servants, and they will pass it on to me."

Texas added, "There shouldn't be anything else today, you should get some rest."

Han Fei nodded slightly and watched the two leave.

As the old butler approached the door and was about to close it, he suddenly paused and said casually, "If Mr. Han needs a change of clothes, he can instruct the servants. With your physique, you should look very good in the family's suits."

Han Fei squinted and said, "No need, my tactical uniform is fine."

"as you wish."

The old butler closed the door.

After the old butler left, Han Fei went to the window.

Perhaps because it's right next to the young lady's room, Han Fei has a great view. Standing by the window, he can overlook the entire manor through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The setting sun cast its golden rays upon the neatly trimmed lawn, bathing the courtyard in a crimson hue. Water droplets from the fountain shimmered in the sunlight, and in the distance, several family soldiers patrolled the garden path, their suits swaying gently in the breeze, their crossbows gleaming at their waists.

Further away, several crossbowmen stood atop a high watchtower, their sharp eyes scanning every corner of the manor. Their shadows stretched long in the setting sun, like silent warning lines.

These are just the visible sentries; in the unseen shadows, countless private soldiers raised by families are secretly on guard.

Han Fei narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, "The number of guards seems to be more than when I first arrived. It seems that old John's death has severely affected Giuseppe."

While speaking, Han Fei was also curious about what Giuseppe would do next.

It's important to understand that old John, a tough gangster, wasn't some cheap thug; he was a legitimate high-ranking member of the family. His brutal death in the street was undoubtedly a slap in the face for Giuseppe.

Han Fei still remembers that Giuseppe gathered everyone to take revenge, but due to the Cellina incident, the operation was temporarily changed from revenge to a rescue mission.

Thinking of this, Han Fei muttered to himself, "Could something be going to happen tonight?"

Unbeknownst to Han Fei, at the same time, the Texas family branch was in complete chaos.

Lappland slung her longsword over her shoulder, the blade gleaming coldly in the setting sun. She tilted her head slightly, her silver hair falling down to cover half of her scarlet eyes, and a smile that was almost one of pleasure curved her lips.

Is that all the people there?

Her voice was light and airy, as if it carried a hint of disappointment, yet also seemed to conceal some indescribable excitement.

The Texas family members kneeling on the ground were silent with fear. The leader, known as the "Iron-Fisted Gang Leader," had cold sweat beading on his forehead and his Adam's apple bobbing, but he dared not look up and meet those captivating eyes.

A Saluzzo family assassin stepped forward respectfully and whispered, "Young Miss, this is the only person left in this branch. What should we do with them?"

"How to deal with it?"

A look of excitement suddenly appeared on Lappland's face as she lightly tapped the back of the knife with her fingertips, producing a crisp "ding-ding" sound.

"Of course, not a single one will be spared!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she flipped her wrist, and the blade flashed like a silver moon.

"Pfft!"

Ironfist Horned's head flew high into the air, blood splattering like a fountain onto Lappland's pale cheeks.

At Lappland's command, the Saluzzo family assassins all raised their crossbows.

In an instant, crossbow bolts rained down like a storm, their sharp tips tearing through the air with a piercing whistle.

call out!call out!call out!

A barrage of crossbow bolts rained down like a storm, instantly piercing the bodies of the Texas family members.

Before the cries of agony could even escape, a second volley of arrows rained down.

The dull thud of crossbow bolts piercing suits mingled with the crisp crack of bones breaking, and the once arrogant family thugs fell like stalks of wheat, their blood meandering along the marble floor, staining the wolf-head family crest a hideous dark red.

Blood pooled and spread to Lappland's feet, staining the soles of her shoes crimson.

Lappland bent down, casually cut off a piece of suit fabric, wiped the long knife in his hand, and tossed it into the pool of blood.

The soft metallic clang of sheathing her sword was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent room. Lappland turned and walked toward the door, her boot heels splashing a few drops of crimson blood as they stepped over the puddle, leaving a trail of fading footprints behind her.

"It's time to go to the next place."

Lappland's voice carried a languid quality, as if discussing tonight's walk route rather than the next massacre.

…………

The next day.

As the first rays of dawn shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto Han Fei's face, the young and handsome man slowly opened his eyes.

He sat up, stretched slowly, and then rolled out of bed.

After a quick wash, Han Fei put on his Level 4 armor, but without a helmet.

Wearing that helmet is really uncomfortable. Right now, I'm at my old house in Texas, which is safe for the time being. There's no need to wear full gear all the time, so I can leave the helmet in my bag for now and put it on when I need to.

After doing all this, Han Fei pushed open the door and walked out.

Texas's room was next door, but Han Fei didn't rush over to knock on the door.

At this point, he still didn't know whether Texas was awake or not.

If he doesn't wake up, then it would be like saying "Huaimin is also not asleep."

Considering that there were many people and eyes in the old house, and he couldn't search everywhere, Han Fei simply stood at the door and waited for Texas to get up.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, instead of Texas, Han Fei saw the old butler arrive.

Then the old man in the tailcoat slowly walked up to Han Fei and said, "Mr. Han Fei, so you've already woken up. The master sent me to find you and Miss."

“I’m awake, but she doesn’t know that,” Han Fei said.

"Master has important business to attend to."

As the old butler spoke, he walked to Texas's room and knocked on the door.

A short while later, the door was opened from the inside, and Cellina appeared through the crack in the door, her silver-gray hair still bearing the marks of her pillow, with a single unruly tuft of hair sticking up on her head.

She squinted like a wolf cub startled awake by a bright light, but her voice was as cold as a frozen lake: "What is it?"

The old steward bowed even lower: "Master has important matters to discuss. Last night, the Syracuses attacked many of our branches, killing many men. Master is very angry."

"I see."

With that, Cellina slammed the door shut.

A short while later, when the door opened again, the girl was already dressed and had transformed back into the capable Texas.

Volume 1: Chapter 52 Bait

When Han Fei stepped into Giuseppe's study again, the cigar smoke that hit him was like a gray-white veil, enveloping the entire room.

Through the swirling smoke, Han Fei saw the Texas family's top executives standing like statues on both sides. The taut jawlines of the iron-fisted gangsters outlined sharp contours in the shadows, while the private army captains in suits stood silently in the corners like a pack of wolves, their eyes flashing with uneasy ferocity.

"You are here."

Giuseppe Texas was deep in his leather seat, the cigar between his fingers already burned down to a third of the way.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Han Fei noticed that the man's eyes were gloomy, and he no longer possessed the elegant demeanor of yesterday.

Cellina walked to the side expressionlessly, seemingly not even in the mood to reply.

Han Fei silently followed beside her, also without saying a word.

In this situation, as an outsider, he doesn't need to speak casually.

Giuseppe brought the cigar to his lips, took a deep drag, and exhaled a puff of smoke. He said, "Last night, six branches were attacked, and no one survived. These Syracuses are challenging the authority of our family. The blood debts they have committed must be repaid in blood."

No one spoke; only Giuseppe's voice echoed in the vast room.

Suddenly, Giuseppe turned his gaze to Cellinina and said, "Cellinina, my proudest daughter, now is the time for you to contribute to the family."

"What do you want me to do?"

Cellina's voice was cold and detached, as if she were talking about something completely unrelated to herself.

“We have information on their movements.” Giuseppe’s voice was low and slow, like a viper flicking its tongue. “The next target is the warehouse district in the east of the city. I need you to take men there and set up an ambush in advance.”

"I see."

Cellina said expressionlessly, "I'll be there."

Giuseppe's gaze swept across his daughter's face like a knife, trying to find a trace of wavering in that face that bore a seven-tenths resemblance to his own.

“Cellina.” He suddenly softened his tone, the end of his cigar gently rubbing against the rim of the ashtray. “You are my proudest daughter. Don’t let me down.”

Texas raised her eyes, her blue-yellow gradient pupils reflecting Giuseppe's blurry outline. She didn't answer, but simply nodded slightly, and as she turned, the hem of her uniform drew a sharp arc.

In the courtyard, the Texas family's convoy was ready.

Han Fei followed Texas to a car and was about to get into the back seat when he saw Texas knock on the driver's side door and say, "Get out."

Although puzzled, the family driver obediently got out of the car and respectfully asked, "What are your orders, Miss?"

"I want to drive myself."

Texas said this and got into the driver's seat.