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

After saying that, he turned his head and winked at the girls behind him.

Mostima, of course, didn't react at all; she didn't care about the matter.

Fiameta, however, spoke up after Han Fei's wink, saying, "Master Pangnini, I will keep an eye on his every move."

Volume 1: Chapter 77 Dinner is served!

As a master gun maker, Pangenini had been studying gun making for a long time.

For this reason, given the rare opportunity to witness a modified version of a gun from a foreign land, Pangnini found it hard to resist the allure of this unknown technology.

He was eager to see what this simplified version of a firearm was all about.

"You really won't touch my things?" Pangnini asked repeatedly to confirm.

“I assure you,” Han Fei said, “they will also keep an eye on me.”

Pangnini pushed up his glasses, glanced at the girls behind Han Fei, and said, "Alright, then you'd better study this gun carefully."

Han Fei readily agreed, "Okay, deal."

Fiameta hesitated, wondering how the gun, which was supposed to be tested on her, had suddenly become a subject of Pangnini's research.

Pangnini noticed this and asked Fiameta, "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Han Fei explained for her, "That's right, we came here so that she could try out the feel and power of my gun."

"So this is ah."

Pangnini then realized and said, "That's perfect! You go and test the gun first. It's great that I want to see the power of this replica gun."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pangnini saw Han Fei also walk behind the counter.

"What did you come in for?"

"Let me take a look at this box."

As he spoke, Han Fei raised his hand and opened the weapon case behind Pangnini.

Pangnini reached up to rub his forehead, but couldn't stop Han Fei, saying, "You rascal, there's nothing in there."

Han Fei didn't care about that; it was obvious that what he found wasn't in the container at first.

Do you even understand what the Delta's refresh mechanism is?

The box creaked open, and a search interface immediately appeared in Han Fei's view.

"Huh?"

Han Fei took a closer look and saw two 1-square grids and one 4-square grid.

The first thing that came out was terrible: a green grip, followed by four squares on the side.

The four slots in the weapon case are still something to look forward to.

But soon, a large four-bar drum burst extinguished Han Fei's expectations.

"Tsk."

Han Fei clicked his tongue. He thought it was some kind of military explosive, but it turned out to be a green drum, a worthless thing.

Pangnini had been watching Han Fei closely. Seeing his disappointment, he said, "I told you there's nothing inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pangnini saw the disappointment on Han Fei's face vanish, replaced by joy.

This caused a rather human-like look of confusion to appear on Pangnini's bird head—what's this kid doing?

Han Fei's joyful expression was understandable; the last compartment of the weapon case contained a programmable processor.

Although it's only a small gold piece, it's still an outstanding small gold piece.

"not bad."

Han Fei closed the search interface, thinking to himself that the rate of this classified aerospace information being leaked was really good. He would never slander him again.

Previously, Han Fei rarely went to the Secret Space map. His impression of that map was that the drop rate was not as good as the Secret Longbow map, and the players were poor, mostly just running around and doing quests.

Therefore, Han Fei has often slandered classified aerospace in the past.

But now, Han Fei, who is in charge of the "Little Gold Plus One" mission, has decided not to slander the classified aerospace industry until the mission is over.

Pangnini bent down and glanced at the weapon case. He didn't find anything wrong with it; it just contained some tools he usually used. Therefore, he really couldn't understand what Han Fei was muttering to himself.

Not bad? Not bad in what way!

However, Han Fei's search reassured Pangnini somewhat. In his view, Han Fei had only opened the weapon box and glanced at it, without actually turning it upside down.

That's how Delta's search system works. Whether it's searching a trash can or a manhole cover, it just opens it; it doesn't actually physically go over and turn everything upside down.

Relieved for the moment, Pangnini quickly turned his attention back to the guns themselves, saying, "Alright, kid, stop looking at them and come with us to the firing range."

Han Fei scanned the area but didn't see any other searchable containers, so he said, "Okay, here it comes."

The group entered the back of the shop through a small side door.

Behind them was Pangnini's workshop, where the air was filled with the cold scent of gun oil and metal, and some tools and unfinished guns were casually placed on the workbench.

This master craftsman sheds quite a bit of feathers on a daily basis. They either drift among the parts or lightly cover the pile of wood shavings, and the light-colored feather tips are still stained with a little metal powder, which glitters in the sunlight.

Do our animal friends shed this much on a normal day?

Thinking of this, Han Fei couldn't help but glance at Texas, and he didn't see her having such troubles.

Texas met Han Fei's gaze expressionlessly: "Why are you looking at me?"

Behind the gun-making workshop, there was a small door. Pangnini took out a key, opened it, and said, "The firing range is behind here. Come in, all of you."

"I'm not going in."

Han Fei immediately raised his hand and said, "Let me see your workshop."

There were still a few containers in the workshop that Han Fei could touch, and he wasn't going to let them go; he would touch them first.

“Then I’ll stay too,” Mostima said. “I can keep an eye on him.”

Mortis was not interested in Han Fei's M250. She already had a Guardian Gun and didn't need to pay any attention to these foreign imitations.

Pangnini said, "Okay, you keep an eye on him for me, make sure he doesn't mess up my things."

“Yes, Master Pangnini,” Mostima replied with a smile.

"I'll go in with them."

Texas suddenly spoke up, "I'll keep an eye on them for you, so they don't damage your gun."

“Hey, you little girl.” Pangnini immediately became displeased and said, “I’m the most famous gunsmith on this street. I even made the gun for her cavalryman grandfather! Even if it’s damaged, I can fix it!”

Han Fei wasn't worried about that; the quality of Delta's products was unquestionable.

Even if someone sticks a C4 on your back, after it explodes, the gun on your back will still be completely undamaged!

However, Han Fei did not refuse Texas's offer, saying, "Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

Texas waved his hand, said nothing, and followed Pangnini through the small door.

As the door closed, Han Fei and Mostima were left alone in the workshop.

Mostima is a very charismatic operator. Even though she hasn't fallen from grace yet and doesn't have those devilish black horns on her head, it doesn't diminish her charm at all.

However, Han Fei had no interest in talking to her.

What woman can compare to the allure of Haffcoin?

There are more places to search in this workshop than outside. There are two ammunition boxes, a large weapon box, a drawer cabinet, and a box that looks like a field supply box, a total of five containers.

There are five containers in total. Although none of them are high-end containers, searching them all should yield at least some small purple items!

Han Fei was still hungry. Along the way, he had only seen some trash cans and manhole covers. He finally found some containers and was determined to have a big meal!

Mostima watched quietly as Han Fei opened an ammunition box, then squatted down and remained motionless.

Judging from the way he looked, he was definitely observing.

This reassured Mostima somewhat. She didn't care what Han Fei did, but it would be best if he didn't do anything outrageous.

Before long, she heard Han Fei suddenly complain, "Why are they all white eggs? Give me some gold bullets, or even level 4 bullets if you can't find any."

The unfamiliar term piqued Mostima's curiosity slightly, but she remained silent, watching Han Fei's expression shift from displeasure to beaming joy.

Before long, Han Fei had searched all five containers. His haul was only so-so. Of the five containers, the only slightly valuable items were the Barrier Gun muzzle and a set of 9x19 level 3 ammunition.

Besides that, there were only a few small blue ones to make up the numbers.

"This classified space program, I think the chances of it going viral are based on this."

Such a haul naturally couldn't satisfy Han Fei. Humans are greedy, and Han Fei was no exception. He also wanted to directly pull out a big red item from the weapon box and then happily make his escape.

At this point, Mostima finally spoke up, saying, "I'm a little curious."

She looked at Han Fei with interest and said slowly, "I didn't see you take anything out of there, but your muttering made it sound like you found something good. Can you explain that to me?"

Han Fei and Mostima looked at each other. After a few seconds, he blinked and said, "No, this isn't convenient."

Surprisingly, Mostima didn't press the matter. She smiled slightly and said, "Alright, everyone has secrets, and I won't force you."

At this point, she changed the subject: "As long as Master Pangnini comes out and doesn't say anything about the missing items, I can pretend it never happened."

Han Fei was confident and didn't panic. He only picked up the items that had been washed out of the containers, and didn't take any of the supplies in the open air.

Actually, there were several things gleaming white on the workbench.

"Thanks."

Han Fei walked over to Mostima, took out the only can of lemon tea from his bag, and handed it to her, saying, "Here, give this to a friend."

Mostima looked at the lemon tea in Han Fei's hand and said softly, "I've never seen this brand before. Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not thirsty."

"It's alright, just consider it a taste," Han Fei said.

Mostima shook his head: "It's really not necessary."

Seeing her like this, Han Fei stopped insisting, put the lemon tea back in his bag, looked at the small door, and said, "They haven't come out yet."

While he was looting, gunshots rang out from inside the small door. Although the gunshots were faint due to the soundproofing, Han Fei wasn't wearing his autism headset, so he still heard the faint gunshots.

As they were talking, the small door was opened from the inside, and Pangnini came out with the girls.

Han Fei stepped forward and asked, "Master, how is my gun?"

Pangnini glanced at Han Fei, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

"It's okay, just say it," Han Fei said. "I like to hear the truth."

Volume 1: Chapter 78 Gunsmith? Gun Modifier!

"To be honest, it's just average."

Pangnini pushed up his glasses. "Your gun is decent in power, but it has no upper limit. The rate of fire is just passable, so it's usable."

Han Fei casually flattered, "The master truly lives up to his reputation; his words hit the nail on the head."

As the saying goes, flattery will get you everywhere. It's just a casual compliment, no big deal. What if Pangnini hears it and gets in a good mood, and introduces a few more workshops for him to enjoy? Wouldn't that be wonderful?

As for whether a gun or a musket is stronger, Han Fei doesn't really care at all.

The guns produced in Laterano are essentially staves; their power varies depending on who uses them, with an extremely wide range between the upper and lower limits.

A powerful Sarkaz could shatter half a street with a single shot, pinning someone to a wall so tightly they couldn't be pried off.

The M250 simply cannot do that.

Even if Han Fei pulls the trigger, the damage is still there.

But guns also have their advantages. They deal stable damage and are fully automatic. Even if you let a child do it, the damage won't change at all; it will still be the same amount.

Lateran's guns couldn't do that.

Pangnini, unmoved by flattery, suddenly changed the subject: "However..."

He suddenly flashed a craftsman's characteristic, slightly arrogant smile and said, "I can help you improve this replica gun."

"Huh?"

Han Fei was stunned for a moment, then asked incredulously, "Can it be improved?"

"Of course, kid, you don't even know who I am. This imitation gun is far more rudimentary than our Lateran guns."

Pangnini said with considerable pride, "I can help you improve your gun, making it faster, with a higher muzzle velocity, and with greater power. In addition, I can also help you remove that fatal trigger defect."