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

If I had to describe Han Fei’s feelings for Remian in one sentence, it would be: “A prison outside Lateran, I’m not kidding!”

Under Remian's sniper scope, all fleeing Sarkaz mercenaries met the same fate.

head shot!

With each loud gunshot, mercenaries fell on the wilderness.

Unfortunately, there are no fully automated tanks or rousing music here; otherwise, it would be a perfect recreation of the central garden in the core area.

However, it doesn't matter. We in Laterano also have our own prisons, pink-haired prisons.

Before long, the gunfire stopped, and not a single Sarkaz mercenary remained standing in the wilderness.

Remy slung her sniper rifle back over her shoulder, glanced at Han Fei, and said, "So, are you satisfied?"

"not bad."

Han Fei nodded slightly, gave a thumbs up, and said, "As expected of my Sister An, she's a security director no matter how high Hafk's rank is."

"I feel like there's something strange about what you're saying."

Remien tilted her head, looking at Han Fei with some confusion, "So, what exactly is Hafk? It sounds like a company."

On the other side, Andorn, Mostima, and Fiameta had already stopped shooting and were silently watching Remian, who was talking to Han Fei.

Fiameta lacked empathy and couldn't perceive Remian's emotions at that moment. But Andorn and Mostima were different; as Sarkaz, they could sense Remian's feelings—a positive emotion that combined lightness and relaxation.

This sense of complete relaxation and unguardedness was something Remien had never experienced even when facing her fellow guards.

Andorn and Mostima exchanged glances and reached a consensus—our sniper seemed to have completely accepted the foreigner.

Thinking of this, Mostima, who had never cared about Han Fei's appearance, felt a little curious.

As Remian's comrade-in-arms, Mostima knew Remian's personality very well. The latter seemed to be very gentle to everyone, but in reality, that was just a facade. Beneath that gentle exterior, there was always a hint of restraint and a faint sense of detachment.

Remi'an is too rational. She is so rational that before establishing a relationship with someone, she will observe and imagine a scenario of getting along before deciding whether to take it further.

As a result, Mostima always believed that becoming a friend recognized by Remian was a very difficult thing.

But without a doubt, Han Fei's arrival shattered this perception.

At that moment, Fiameta's voice interrupted Mostima's thoughts.

"Hey, what are you two doing?"

Fiameta's gaze darted back and forth between Andorn and Mostima. She noticed the exchange of glances between the two earlier, which was why she spoke up.

Fiameta knew that the two guys must have discovered something because of the unique empathy that Sakota possessed, which was why they exchanged glances.

But Fiameta lacked empathy; she wasn't Sakta, so she could only participate by asking questions.

Mostima had a faint smile on her face. She walked to Fiameta's side, put one hand on her shoulder, pointed at Han Fei with the other, and lowered her voice to ask, "What do you think of that person? What's your opinion of him?"

"he?"

Fiamet glanced subconsciously at Han Fei, who was still talking to Remian, and wondered why Mostima would suddenly ask about this. But she still said, "I used to think he was a weirdo. Although he was very good-looking, he would do some strange things and might have ill intentions."

"But now, I think he's a decent person, and maybe I can trust him."

"is it?"

Mostima said this, and then fell silent.

This puzzled Fiameta even more, and she said, "So why would you ask this out of the blue?"

“Because our sniper seems to be paying close attention to him,” Mostima said, staring at Han Fei.

"Is this the first day you've met Remian?"

Fiameta, somewhat puzzled, said, "She doesn't always like to observe other people."

Mostima withdrew her gaze and said softly, "It's different this time, unlike before."

Upon hearing this, Fiameta said expressionlessly, "Is it your unique sense of shared experience again?"

"Yes."

Mostima nodded slightly, then patted Fiameta on the shoulder and chuckled, "Alright, don't make that face. We're the closest comrades."

After saying that, Mostima released Fiameta, put one hand in his pocket, and walked towards Andorn.

Fiamet snorted and looked at Han Fei, who was walking towards the battlefield, and said, "Strange guy."

That being said, the wariness that had been present when they first met was long gone from Fiameta's eyes.

Fiamet witnessed Han Fei shielding Remian from a bullet. Having fought against the Sarkaz for many years, she knew very well how deadly the Sarkaz piercing squad leader was when he charged forward.

It's no exaggeration to say that even among these elite young men and women known as the guard, not one could withstand this attack.

But Han Fei did not hesitate at that time. He stood in front of Remian without hesitation and took the blow for her.

Fiameta will always remember this kindness.

Just then, Remy appeared beside her and said, "What are you looking at so intently?"

Fiameta looked away and said, "It's nothing."

As they spoke, Fiameta and Remian met eyes.

Clearly, Remien knew who she was looking at.

Fiameta didn't care at all. She had nothing to hide, so she asked naturally, "He's not hurt, is he?"

"No, he's perfectly fine, jumping around like a baby."

Remian looked at Han Fei, who was squatting next to the corpse, and said, "At first I thought he might be injured, but he acted like nothing happened, saying something about hoping those guys had treasures on them, and then ran over to search for loot."

Remien had excellent eyesight; she could clearly see the changes in Han Fei's expression, from his disdainful look to his surprised raised eyebrows, all clearly reflected in her pupils.

"What a greedy fellow."

Remien smiled and her tone softened.

The evening breeze, carrying the smoke of gunpowder, swept across the battlefield, ruffling Remy's long pink hair. The young sniper was completely unaware of how vibrant her expression was at that moment.

As Fiamet gazed at the soft lines of Remian's profile, she suddenly understood why Mostima and Andorn had exchanged glances back then.

Volume 1: Chapter 89 Changing Armor

Han Fei was unaware that he had become the focus of the team's attention.

Right now, he's completely absorbed in collecting his spoils.

Having done a lot of treasure hunting, Han Fei is quite sensitive to changes in drop rates.

The drop rate of these Sarkaz mercenaries is significantly higher than that of those obtained through quests.

The Sarkaz mercenaries that spawn from those quests have a high drop rate; getting even a small blue item from their inventory is considered a high drop rate. But these Sarkaz mercenaries have tons of small green and blue items in their inventory, and if you're lucky, you might even find a small purple item.

After looting ten bags in a row, Han Fei's expression became somewhat subtle—who has such bad aim? Smash my armor!

Borrowing a small soldier's armor is practically a daily occurrence for GTI operators.

There's no way around it; GTI is too stingy. I can only borrow a gun and some armor from my fellow villagers to barely make ends meet.

Unfortunately, the bags Han Fei touched either contained low-level armor with too little durability to be worth picking up, or the armor was completely broken and not worth picking up either.

Furthermore, while looting the bags, Han Fei noticed an interesting detail: the bags of these Sarkaz were generated based on the Asara soldier template, and the items inside were all standard Asara outfits.

So here's the question: where is Hafk the soldier?

Uh, it seems a bit obvious.

Han Fei clicked his tongue. It would be a lie to say he wasn't disappointed; Hafk's equipment was indeed better than that of his fellow countryman Asara.

However, he is now unable to plunder Hafk.

With this in mind, Han Fei continued looting the bag.

Soon, Han Fei discovered a bag with an intact scalpel armor, which stood out among the bags with damaged scalpel armor.

He closed the looting interface, glanced down, and saw a headless corpse lying on the ground.

Without a doubt, this is a masterpiece of Texas.

"Hey, Dao Xiaobing is right!"

Who would be so kind as to want a helmet without a knife, but with a gun?

However, this armor is only level three, and because it is Asara armor, its durability is not high—the things worn by the people of Asara are basically tattered.

To be honest, Han Fei didn't really want to pick up this armor. With its limited durability, it couldn't even withstand a single shot from a level 3 bullet.

However, this did remind Han Fei that the leader of the piercing squad was also killed by Texas.

After licking the unidentified soldier's bag, Han Fei quickly found the corpse of the piercing hand team leader.

Not much time had passed; the corpse wasn't even cold yet. He reached out his hand, and a search interface appeared, revealing a tattered four-piece suit in Han Fei's sight.

It's a very standard self-closing head and Asaraja, with a significant reduction in maximum durability, but the overall durability is still decent.

Han Fei completely ignored the autistic head. Even with his Delta System, he felt uncomfortable wearing that head, let alone Texas.

As for that armor, Texas could put it on by turning around; with a durability of 52/54, it still offered some protection.

Han Fei took out the armor directly, then turned his head and shouted, "Texas."

Texas leaned against the SUV with a blank expression. Her aloof demeanor contrasted sharply with the young men and women beside the SUV, as if they were from two different worlds.

Texas's fingers unconsciously rubbed the hilt of her sword until she heard Han Fei's call, at which point she loosened her taut knuckles.

"I'm here."

Texas's response was as crisp and efficient as ever. She walked towards Han Fei, stopped in front of him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Fei picked up the Asara Level 4 Armor and said, "Try it on? This armor is alright, it should provide the protection you'd expect."

To everyone's surprise, Texas glanced at the level four armor and immediately refused, saying, "I'm sorry, but I refuse."

"Huh?"

This answer was clearly beyond Han Fei's expectations. In his impression, Texas was quite easy to talk to and would almost never refuse him, even when facing several times more enemies.

Texas looked at the bulletproof vest expressionlessly and said, "I don't want to wear something made by a dead man."

Whether it was the reserve of a young girl or the dignity brought by her past status as a young lady, Texas was unwilling to wear the bulletproof vest that belonged to a dead man.

Moreover, she had enough confidence in her own skills.

The bulletproof vest, which was taken from a dead body, meant little to her.

"Uh……"

Han Fei was speechless. He had habitually used Delta Force's thinking to deal with the spoils of war, and had really overlooked Texas's girlish heart.

Our Delta's internet-addicted girl Mai Xiaowen, and Ms. Jin Luna whose ID card is completely different from her real self, never shy away from these things. They don't care if it's a bulletproof vest found on a corpse; as long as it's usable, they'll put it on immediately!

After a brief moment of silence, Han Fei immediately realized his mistake and said softly, "I'm sorry, it was my oversight. Since you don't want to, then just pretend I didn't say anything."

After saying that, Han Fei threw the bulletproof vest on the ground with some regret. His armor was much more durable than this one, so there was no need to replace it.

Texas noticed the regret on Han Fei's face, then sighed and said, "Even if I don't wear it, you can take it back with you. If it's inconvenient for you, I can help you take it with you."

"Take it back?"

Han Fei scratched his face. If he didn't stuff this thing into his backpack or wear it, there was no way to bring it back to the Special Operations Department.

There's nothing we can do about it; that's just how the system works.

Furthermore, the most useful thing about this bulletproof vest is that it's worn on the body. After all, its durability is too low to be listed on the trading house and exchanged for HAF coins.

Thinking of this, Han Fei came up with another idea and said, "How about this, you wear my bulletproof vest."

The bulletproof vest Han Fei was wearing was also Asara's, taken from an inner guard, but its durability was much higher than that of the piercing hand team leader's.

Texas said, "And what about you?"

"I'll wear this one."

Han Fei pointed to the bulletproof vest on the ground.

Texas rubbed her temples, thinking to herself, "I should have known. He's such a money-grubber, he definitely wouldn't give up so easily."

Seeing Han Fei's expectant eyes, Texas, unusually, showed a "I really can't do anything with you" expression and said, "Okay, I'll wear your bulletproof vest."

Han Fei quickly removed his level four armor.

The moment Texas's fingertips touched the bulletproof vest, a faint warmth seeped out from the fabric's gaps—the lingering body heat from Han Fei's chest, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and metal.