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

"So it turned out to be a prank?" Han Fei said with a subtle expression. "So, why did you play a trick on me?"

What do you think?

Remianne lightly tapped the edge of the lunchbox with her fingertips, her smiling eyes reflected in the porcelain glaze.

"Ok?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, wondering if she had discovered his perverse sense of humor.

Once this idea takes root, it can never be shaken off.

Looking at Remy's gentle smile, Han Fei felt more and more that it was possible.

If she hadn't found out, why would she have messed with me for no reason? Although Sister An is cunning, she's not the kind of girl who likes to play pranks on people.

Thinking of this, Han Fei couldn't help but ask, "Sister An, have you ever heard a saying?"

Remi's fingertips, which were pointing at the lunchbox, suddenly stopped.

What did you call me?

When she looked up, her long eyelashes trembled like the wings of a startled butterfly.

"Sister An, is it not allowed?" Han Fei winked at her.

The silence in the carriage lasted for the time it takes for three heartbeats to pass.

Remian suddenly pulled a lemon candy from her uniform pocket, the crisp sound of the wrapper being peeled off being particularly clear.

"what ever."

She pressed the clear candy onto her tongue, and as the sweetness spread, her voice softened with a slightly indistinct tone, "Anyway, it's not that I dislike it."

Remian raised her eyes, her pink pupils shimmering brightly: "So, what are you trying to say?"

"There's a saying that goes, 'Characters with pink exteriors often hide a cunning and ruthless inner nature,'" Han Fei said softly.

Remy suddenly chuckled softly, looking at Han Fei with gentle eyes, and said, "So, you're saying I'm cunning?"

Volume 1: Chapter 86 Engaging the Enemy

Han Fei blinked and said, "Isn't that right?"

The "pink on the outside, black on the inside" character trope isn't uncommon; in fact, it could be considered a common endearing trait.

Han Fei didn't have a negative attitude towards this character design; he just found it interesting.

The appeal of something is, of course, its fun factor.

"But I don't think I'm cunning."

Remian's smile deepened, and she said softly, "I'm just inviting you to try the specialties of Laterano."

She suddenly leaned forward, her hair brushing against Han Fei's hand. "How can this be considered teasing?"

"cough."

A clear cough interrupted their conversation. Texas, expressionless, interjected, handing the lunchbox back to Remian and saying, "I've finished eating. Thank you for your hospitality."

The subtle tension that had just been entangled between the two suddenly dissipated.

Remianne lowered her eyelashes slightly, and when she looked up again, her usual warm smile had returned: "As long as it suits your taste."

She took the lunchbox back, then looked at Han Fei and said, "Your friends have all finished eating, you should hurry up too."

Han Fei looked at the remaining egg tarts with some hesitation; he really couldn't get used to cactus tarts.

"Don't worry, I didn't bring many cactus tarts."

Remien noticed Han Fei's hesitation and chuckled, "The rest are real blueberry tarts, so don't worry about eating them."

"I see."

Only then did Han Fei feel reassured and continue to enjoy the remaining snacks.

Neither of them continued the previous topic. Han Fei ate in silence, while Remy watched her silently.

The topic that had just been cut off hung between the two of them, like a dud bomb coated in sugar—it would be too deliberate to dismantle it now, but everyone knew that the fuse was still burning slowly.

The atmosphere is such a subtle thing; sometimes, once it's disrupted, it's hard to continue the original topic.

Before long, everyone had finished lunch, and the off-road vehicle engines roared once again, tearing through the silence of the wilderness.

Time slowly passed as the wheels turned, and the sun high in the sky gradually slanted westward.

As we got further and further away from Lateran, the scenery outside the car window gradually became desolate. The villages that once dotted the edge of the city-state had now sunk below the horizon, as if they had never existed.

The vehicle suddenly stopped, and Andorn said, "We've arrived. According to intelligence, there are at least three Sarkaz mercenary squads operating in this area, and our objective is to eliminate them so that they can no longer harm passing caravans and travelers."

Andorn paused, then his voice suddenly rose a few decibels: "This is just the beginning. There are four more similar areas, all of which are our mission objectives. Are you all ready? Remember to check your weapons; the enemy could appear at any time."

"clear."

Fiameta responded and took out her crossbow to begin a final check.

For a moment, the other girls were doing the same things as Fiameta, making Han Fei and Texas seem somewhat out of place.

Texas doesn't need to check the guns, as she uses dual swords, while Han Fei's M250 is unlikely to jam.

—In the Delta, no gun, even after countless battles, can suffer any performance degradation.

This is part of the game mechanics; otherwise, if a player were killed during a gunfight due to a weapon malfunction, the development team would be heavily criticized.

Before long, the girls finished checking their equipment and were ready to go, while Han Fei put his autistic head on his head and said:

"So, which way do we get there? Should we drive around looking for someone?"

“Let’s drive out and search for their trail for now,” Andorn replied. “The Sarkaz are numerous, and we are outnumbered, so we can’t split up.”

"Okay, then it's up to you."

Han Fei had no objection; on the contrary, he was afraid that Andorn would suddenly say, "Get off the bus, everyone walk."

The off-road vehicle roared again, searching for traces of the Sarkaz in the wilderness.

About ten minutes later, the roar of an engine came from outside the car window.

Immediately afterward, through the mask covering his head, Han Fei saw several battle-worn, wrecked vehicles surrounding the off-road vehicle where the team was located, coming from all directions.

Seeing this, Andorn slammed on the gas pedal and accelerated to break out of the encirclement before it closed in.

Then, he stopped the car and looked through the window at the old and damaged vehicles.

The passengers on those vehicles were all Sarkaz people with two horns on their heads. When Andorn stopped the car, they also stopped, and then one by one, the Sarkaz got off the car.

Not only that, but many Sarkaz figures also appeared around us at some point.

A red Sarkaz greatsword user stepped out from the crowd and shouted, "What do I see? A bunch of lost Sarkaz. Very good. Hand over your Guardian Guns, and I might spare your lives."

Boom!

His response was a gunshot.

Andorn raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet pierced the red helmet on the greatswordsman's head with precision, and blood and bone fragments spurted out from the back of his head in an instant.

Having done all this, Andorn opened the car door, got out, and said calmly, "Prepare for battle."

Following Andorn's words, the girls pushed open the car doors and got out.

Han Fei was no exception. As soon as he got out of the car, he began to put the heavy blast protection device on his head, and the large shield unfolded with his movement.

He quickly scanned the area, roughly estimated the number of people, and then had a general idea in mind.

At this point, the Sarkaz numbered at least 30, while their side only had six. Under these circumstances, the shield dog didn't need to act as a breacher; it should simply fulfill its role as a shield dog and take bullets for its teammates.

On our side, we have no shortage of gunmen and gunners, so there's no need to send shield dogs to engage in assaults. As long as we can block the bullets and let them unleash their full potential, victory is only a matter of time.

"Kill these Sarkaz!"

No one knows who shouted that, but the battle was instantly ignited.

Accompanied by battle cries, Sarkaz swordsmen and greatsword warriors, these common Sarkaz mercenary units, swarmed in from all directions.

Han Fei did not move. He calmly raised his shield and stood at the forefront, his eyes scanning the surroundings intently.

call out!

The crossbow bolts pierced the air, accompanied by a whistling sound.

However, Han Fei, who was wearing a helmet, didn't hear the sound until the crossbow bolt was close by.

The next second, there was a clang, and Han Fei clearly saw a broken line on his glass observation window.

"Damn, that self-isolating head is such an eyesore."

Han Fei cursed, then opened the interface and stuffed his self-absorbed head back into his backpack.

With the removal of the autistic head, the sounds of the world became much clearer.

The sounds of gunfire and crossbow bolts, which had previously sounded somewhat muffled and weakened by soundproofing, became clear again.

"Which son of a bitch attacked me just now?"

Han Fei was somewhat displeased. He casually pulled out the M250, holding the shield in one hand and supporting the M250 with the other.

But in this chaotic battlefield, it was really difficult to find the crossbowman who had ambushed him earlier—there were many crossbowmen behind him, who knew which one it was?

So Han Fei stopped searching. He held the M250 and pulled the trigger, wanting to give these Sarkaz people a little shock with a 6.8 level 4 round.

But then, an accident happened.

As the M250 spewed flames, Han Fei wasn't sure if the Sarkaz were shocked, but he himself was stunned.

It wasn't the M250's lethality that surprised me, but rather the sight of the gun barrel pointing straight up at the sky.

"boss?"

Texas was somewhat surprised. She clearly remembered that her boss was a very good shot before, so why was there an accident now?

Han Fei was also stunned, thinking to himself, "Is this Dragon Head Raising a Prawn? Is this still my M250? People who don't know better would think I'm playing with a 171!"

The 171 is a submachine gun. This gun has a special characteristic: it's incredibly difficult to control, and it's so easy for the bullets to fly into the air.

The next second, Han Fei realized the problem—could it be because I was holding the gun with one hand?

Thinking about this, Han Fei felt it was more and more possible.

He was very steady when firing with one hand before because the Bison is a submachine gun, and the recoil isn't that great.

The M250 is a large machine gun. When held with both hands, the recoil is within a controllable range. However, he is holding the gun with one hand, which makes it impossible to control.

To prove his hypothesis, Han Fei decisively switched to his gun, took out the white egg bison he had previously captured from his backpack, and began firing.

That immediately brought back that familiar feeling.

After switching to the White Egg Bison, that "dragon head-raising" shooting style disappeared immediately, and the bullets spewed out by the Bison could accurately hit the enemy's body again.

"I knew it."

Han Fei muttered something to himself and began firing.

However, these Sarkaz were well-equipped. Han Fei's bullets hit them, and some even left un-armored marks. He needed to fire quite a few bullets to penetrate their armor and inflict damage.

This scene made Han Fei lose all interest in continuing to fire. Instead, he put away his weapon and silently walked up to Remy An to act as her bodyguard.

Boom!

Remian's AWM was incredibly powerful; almost every time she fired a shot, a Sarkaz mercenary would fall.

More importantly, she didn't target melee units wearing heavy armor; almost every shot hit the long-range snipers behind her.

This undoubtedly attracted the attention of the Sarkaz snipers. In an instant, many Sarkaz snipers turned their aim and locked their crossbows on Remian.

Shhhhhh.

Several crossbow bolts shot towards them, and the observant Remy noticed this and was about to dodge.

Suddenly, a tall figure blocked her way.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out, and then all the crossbow bolts that had been fired fell limply to the ground.

Holding a large shield, Han Fei said without turning his head, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Looking at that mountain-like, steady back, Remien smiled and said softly, "Then I'll leave it to you, reliable Shield Guardian."

"piece of cake."