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

At the same time, Han Fei himself particularly likes to use the panoramic red dot sight, which is clean and does not obstruct the field of view at all.

"not bad."

Han Fei happily removed the panoramic red dot and installed it directly on the Bison.

"Something good came out?"

Texas's voice drifted over.

"I guess so, but it's not completely good. Don't worry, let me take another look."

Han Fei continued reading. There were three compartments in the backpack inside the box. The first one spun around for a while and came out. It was a military-grade canned food, a very high-quality little blue one.

The second one spun for a little while and then came out; it was a capacitor, small and green.

"Who has a good mercenary who carries a capacitor with him/her? I'd like to ask."

Han Fei muttered something and turned his gaze to the third square.

The third one didn't spin for very long, but the time it took for Han Fei to realize that there seemed to be some goods inside.

The next second, a gleaming pirate coin appeared in Han Fei's sight.

"Wow, not bad, there really is some gold to eat."

Han Fei took it directly and stuffed it into his backpack.

Texas noticed this and said, "Looks like I'm in luck?"

"It's really good."

Han Fei stood up, placed the pirate gold coin in his hand, and felt even more pleased by its weight. He tossed it gently, and the glittering coin tumbled in mid-air, tracing a dazzling golden trajectory.

Han Fei caught the pirate gold coin steadily, a smile overflowing from his eyes, and said, "Half of this gold coin belongs to you."

"it is good."

Her response was soft, but her gaze remained fixed on Han Fei's face. Seeing the joy in his eyes and brows, a subtle sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart, like sunlight shining into a calm lake, creating delicate ripples.

"Then I'll continue. There are still a few left to search."

Han Fei put away the gold coins and walked towards the untouched bags.

Texas didn't say much, but quietly followed behind him, keeping the same pace in perfect harmony, silently passing her luck to Han Fei through her palms.

But luck is ultimately a mysterious thing.

Although Han Fei was still "borrowing" Texas's luck, his subsequent gains were far less substantial than before.

The most valuable items are nothing more than purple items like Asara-style wine jugs and military camping lamps.

Han Fei accepted everything without question; he dared not ignore the lamp.

After this wave of stuff, Han Fei's bag was filled with a bunch of random things, and it was just four slots away from being full.

After finishing the last bag, Texas no longer saw the joy on Han Fei's face and said softly, "Looks like my luck has run out."

"You're already very lucky."

Han Fei smiled warmly, gently patted her shoulder, and said with genuine satisfaction, "Since you've been here, there are obviously more good things. I'm much luckier than I was on my own."

Texas pursed her lips, a barely perceptible hint of tenderness appearing in her eyes: "I'm glad it helped you."

"Of course there are."

Han Fei stretched and said to Texas, "Alright, let's go over there. They've been waiting for us for quite a while."

"Ah."

Texas responded and naturally followed, still walking half a step behind him as before.

The sunlight slanted between the two, their shadows overlapping and separating, like some kind of unspoken understanding.

Volume 1: Chapter 92 Camping

The two returned to the SUV.

At this moment, the members of Andorn's squad were either sitting or standing. Mostima was already sitting in the car, while Fiameta was leaning against the hood, idly playing with the crossbow in his hand.

Seeing Han Fei approach, Fiameta glanced up at them and said, "You're really slow."

"There were too many corpses, so we were a bit slow," Han Fei replied casually, then asked, "So, what's the next destination?"

"It's still early, we can travel a little further."

Andorn's voice drifted over from the other side of the SUV. He slowly walked around to the front of the group, his robes fluttering gently in the wind. His face still wore that compassionate expression as he said softly, "If we walk a little further now, we can walk a little less tomorrow."

"I have no opinion."

Han Fei shrugged and asked, "Shall we set off now?"

“If you’re ready, we can set off now,” Andorn said.

"I'm ready and can leave anytime."

Han Fei naturally had no objections. He had already packed everything he needed into his bag, and the fact that he searched slowly had one advantage—he wouldn't miss anything.

He was certain he had already examined the boxes containing the bodies and did not need to check them again.

Andorn then said, "Then let's set off now."

Han Fei nimbly slipped into the carriage and sat in his original seat.

But the moment the car door closed, he felt a strange, subtle sense of unease. Although the people and seats were exactly the same as when he arrived, the air inside the car seemed to have solidified.

A sense of confusion arose in Han Fei's heart. He looked around in bewilderment. On his left, Remy smiled gently at him, her long pinkish-red hair dancing lightly in the evening breeze that streamed in through the window. On his right, Texas maintained her usual cold expression, but her beautiful heterochromatic eyes clearly reflected a concerned inquiry.

Isn't that perfectly normal?

Han Fei muttered to himself, shifting his body to find a more comfortable position.

He was exhausted from licking the bag for so long.

It was a rare opportunity to rest, and even though the chair wasn't particularly comfortable, Han Fei wanted to relax.

With the roar of an engine, the vehicle drove into the depths of the wilderness under the slanting sunlight, leaving a trail of smoke that gradually faded into the distance on the Gobi Desert.

The off-road vehicle only stopped when dusk fell and visibility became very low.

Andorn turned to the group and said, "It's getting late. Let's spend the night here and set off again at dawn."

With no objections, everyone got off the bus and began preparing for camp.

Although the off-road vehicle has a lot of space, it is obviously not enough to accommodate everyone overnight, so setting up a tent is the best option.

Han Fei didn't stand idly by. He quickly stepped forward and helped Andon unload his luggage from the trunk. The canvas bag, metal frame, and waterproof tarpaulin were carried off one by one and neatly piled on the open ground.

Andorn dusted off his hands and began assigning tasks: "Remian is in charge of starting the fire and cooking; the rest of you come with me to set up the tents."

"it is good."

The team members responded in unison.

Years of tacit understanding meant they didn't need many instructions; a simple command was enough, and everyone knew what they were supposed to do.

Andorn turned his gaze to Han Fei, his tone questioning, "Do you know how to pitch a tent?"

"this."

Han Fei unconsciously touched the back of his neck, his tone hesitant, "Probably... yes?"

To be honest, Han Fei had never camped in the wild before his time travel.

In theory, he should now inherit all the skills of the selected operator—including those that are not displayed on the panel.

Take marksmanship, for example. Han Fei can now hit any target he points at, purely because of the operator's experience.

In theory, Han Fei should be able to do this, but his lack of practical experience makes him inevitably less confident.

Han Fei's lack of confidence was practically written all over his face. Remy, who had just started the fire, looked up at the sound, her pink hair glowing warmly in the firelight.

"It's okay,"

Her voice was like warm water infused with honey, "If you don't know how, I'll help you once I've started the fire."

"Let me do it."

Texas's voice suddenly cut in. She took three steps in two to Han Fei's side and said, "Leave it to me."

"You can?" Han Fei raised an eyebrow unconsciously.

Texas paused for a moment, then her voice suddenly softened, as if she were lost in some distant memory, and said, "A long time ago, when I was on a picnic with friends, I tried to pitch a tent myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, Texas's gaze returned to Han Fei's face, her heterochromatic eyes swirling with a complex light—seven parts helplessness and three parts reproach, as if to say: You don't really think I'm a young lady from a family who only knows how to kill, do you?

Uh, actually she's a gangster's daughter who can drive and fight... Han Fei thought to himself, and said, "Uh, okay, let's give it a try."

Remien watched the two begin moving things and said, "Looks like you don't need my help."

Her voice reached Han Fei's ears, and he turned to look at her, giving her a bright smile: "It's okay, you can lend a hand when you're done. Many hands make light work, and it'll be done faster."

“That might take a while,” Remianne said softly. “Good luck, I believe you can do it.”

"Then I'll accept your kind words."

Han Feili picked up the tent materials and chose a flat sandy spot to start setting it up.

Surprisingly, the whole process went very smoothly—although Han Fei had no prior experience with this, his hands moved with remarkable skill, as if they had their own will, threading the pole, tying the rope, and securing it.

This is clearly due to the hidden assistance provided by inherited operator skills.

That makes sense; how could special operations operators not even know such basic skills?

Now that Han Fei felt more confident, he glanced at Texas out of the corner of his eye.

In the corner of my eye, Texas was busy not far away.

Her movements were actually quite nimble, but she would occasionally hesitate slightly due to unfamiliarity—like pages of a book that hadn't been turned in a long time needing time to unfold.

The slender fingers would occasionally pause for half a second as they moved through the ropes, but they would quickly recover.

However, compared to Han Fei's almost instinctive proficiency, it inevitably pales in comparison.

Suddenly, a rustling sound of footsteps came from behind. Han Fei turned around and saw Fiameta's tall figure walking towards him in the firelight. The crossbow on her back gleamed with a cold metallic light in the firelight.

"It's you."

Han Fei's tone held a hint of surprise, but his hands didn't stop moving. "Why did you come over?"

He initially thought it was Remian.

"I came over to see if there's anything I can help you with."

Fiamet stood three steps away, her sharp eyes quickly scanning Han Fei's work in the flickering firelight. The tent frame was already erected, and the canvas was neatly laid out. Although it still needed final securing, the professional-looking basics were already evident.

"Let's see if someone who claims they don't know how to pitch a tent needs help."

She gave a soft snort, but a slight smile played on her lips. "But it seems you're quite adept at it now."

"Yeah, I didn't expect to be this skilled. I thought I'd forgotten everything by now," Han Fei said casually. "I guess that's talent."

Fiameta raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, a hint of amusement flashing in her ruby-like eyes. Then, she turned around deftly and said, "Since you don't need help, I'll be going now. Your sister An's tent hasn't been set up yet."

"Huh?"

Han Fei looked in the direction of the sound and indeed saw a pile of materials untouched not far away.

So he said, "No rush, I'll go help her after I've set up my two tents."

He still has Texas to settle down in.

"No need," Fiameta waved her hand with her back to him, and walked lightly towards the campfire. "By the time you're done, we'll have already finished."

Han Fei watched as Fiameta's figure disappeared into the firelight. He saw her lean down and whisper a few words in Remian's ear, and the pink-haired girl immediately turned her head.

The flickering firelight illuminated her delicate profile, and her pink, jewel-like eyes, filled with a gentle smile, winked softly at Han Fei.

Volume 1: Chapter 93 Dinner Time (Bonus Chapter)

Before long, the tents were set up, with six small tents forming a semicircle, surrounding the campfire and off-road vehicle in the middle.

Han Fei wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead. He wasn't actually that tired, but he still looked like he was "exhausted."

"Everyone has worked hard."

A soft voice came from behind, accompanied by the rustling of footsteps.

Han Fei turned around and saw Remy Ann, wearing an apron, walking towards him carrying two exquisite porcelain plates. The desserts on the plates gleamed enticingly in the firelight, and the buttercream frosting was as delicate as a work of art.