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

"Wake up! Come out now!" Texas's voice almost tore through the night sky.

"Here it comes, this set of equipment is really troublesome."

Han Fei's voice came from inside the tent.

Han Fei woke up the moment the gun fired, but he chose to activate his shield dog ultimate skill first, which is why he was a step too late.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the crossbow bolts pierced the air and arrived.

Under the dense rain of arrows, the small tent became both a target and a cage.

The cramped space restricted the movement of the people inside, making it impossible for them to make any evasive maneuvers!

In that instant, Texas was presented with two choices.

Dodge the crossbow bolts, or protect him?

This wave of crossbow bolts was heading straight for the tent; as long as you retreat, you can avoid this attack.

However, faced with this choice, Texas hardly hesitated. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Hold up your shield and turn your back to me!"

At the critical moment, Texas wielded her twin swords in unison, the blades drawing brilliant silver arcs in the moonlight, like an impenetrable barrier.

Ding Ding Ding!

The clanging of metal was incessant, but human strength is ultimately finite.

A crossbow bolt pierced through the sword net and stabbed Texas hard in the side!

"Well!"

The girl's muffled groan traveled through the tarpaulin to Han Fei's ears as he raised his shield to block the arrows. His expression changed, and without bothering to parry the rain of arrows, he turned around and charged his shield toward Texas.

"Rip!"

The waterproof tarpaulin tore apart under the immense force, and Han Fei, fully armed, charged out like a human tank, his blast boots slamming into the ground.

“Texas!”

Han Fei's voice changed, and an unnamed fire burned in his heart.

Texas forced herself to stand up, cold sweat streaming down her pale face: "I'm fine."

But her tightly furrowed brows and trembling lips spoke volumes about the intense pain the girl was enduring.

"fool."

Han Fei suddenly reached out and pulled Texas into his arms. The heavy riot shield fit perfectly against her back, forming a perfect barrier against his broad chest.

He said softly, "You know me, I'm not that fragile. My gear is much stronger than yours, why take this risk?"

Even though he wasn't wearing an autism hood, Han Fei's voice sounded muffled.

Texas looked up into Han Fei's eyes, but the blinding light of the flare poured down from above, completely shrouding her eyes behind the riot shield in shadow. Yet, a stubborn curve appeared on her pale lips.

"Because I'm worried about some idiot."

"I'm not that stupid."

Han Fei retorted stubbornly, not delving into the topic further, and said, "I'll escort you there, and then..."

His voice carried a chilling undertone as he continued, "I'll help you get revenge."

"it is good."

Texas responded softly, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and gently pressed her forehead against Han Fei's firm chest.

"Take this first." Han Fei took out painkillers from his chest strap and handed them over.

"What is this?" Texas asked, looking up.

Han Fei said, "The pain-relieving candy is only one piece; eating more won't have any effect."

Texas took the bottle, poured out a pill, and put it in her mouth without hesitation.

Almost instantly, the effects of the medicine surged forth like a tidal wave, dispelling the sharp pain. The girl's tense body visibly relaxed, and her furrowed brows unfurrowed.

She then handed the medicine bottle back to Han Fei, saying, "You're lying to me, it's not sweet at all."

The painkillers worked in Texas, which relieved Han Fei. He said, "That's good. Okay, let's go."

"Ah."

Texas responded and pressed her forehead against the chest that made her feel safe.

To protect Texas, Han Fei didn't walk too fast, fearing that if he did, he might touch the crossbow bolt and cause secondary damage to Texas.

Fortunately, the distance is not far.

"You are hurt."

Remyane, who had just looked up from behind her sniper scope, immediately spotted the crossbow bolt stuck in Texas's side. Her expression changed, and she quickly said, "I brought some medical supplies, wait a moment!"

Before she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of Han Fei taking off his helmet out of the corner of her eye.

"Why are you taking off your helmet?" she asked instinctively.

"Go kill people."

With a soft "click," the jet-black tactical helmet completely covered Han Fei's face.

Remien could only see a pair of eyes burning with cold fury through the narrow observation window—eyes she was not familiar with, eyes that always carried a smile.

"I suggest you calm down, Mr. Han Fei."

Andorn's gunfire rang out in the night, yet his voice remained unusually calm: "They outnumber you; it might be dangerous for you to go alone."

This was already Andorn's euphemism; in reality, in his view, Han Fei's reckless rush out was no different from suicide.

Han Fei did not take his gaze away from the Sarkaz. A golden rose appeared in his hand at some point. As if sensing its owner's boiling anger, an ominous scarlet light faintly emanated from the depths of its stamen.

"you're right."

Han Fei clenched his fists abruptly, and the gold-plated rose shattered in his palm, fragments falling through his fingers. His voice was chilling to the bone:

"But the auction has begun!"

Volume 1: Chapter 95 The Limit (Bonus Chapter)

The individual flare's duration is short; the moment the light source goes out, the pre-dawn darkness once again envelops the wilderness.

Andorn subconsciously raised his hand to fire another flare, but Han Fei stopped him.

"Wait until I fire my gun."

Han Fei stretched his body, the powered exoskeleton emitting a slight hydraulic sound. He took a deep breath and said, "Wait until I fire the shot, then you fire the next flare."

The darkness concealed the Sarkaz's tracks, but it also provided Han Fei with the best cover.

Andorn gave Han Fei a deep look and said, "Okay."

This undoubtedly represents a kind of trust. Under the cover of darkness, the effectiveness of firearms is greatly affected. It can be said that before the next flare is launched, the firepower of the Andorn squad will be greatly weakened, making it impossible to launch an effective counterattack against the Sarkaz.

This also means that they cannot provide fire support for Han Fei before the flares are launched.

This is also a very risky thing for Han Fei himself.

“I will make those Sarkaz forget this,” Han Fei’s voice suddenly turned dangerous and low, “and forever remember tonight’s mistake.”

The buzzing of the powered exoskeleton suddenly rang out as it operated at full power. Driven by the hydraulic system, Han Fei shot out like a cannonball and disappeared into the inky night in an instant.

Just as his figure was about to completely disappear, Mostima's blue pupils suddenly contracted:

"That's... a sliding tackle?"

She watched in disbelief as Han Fei executed a textbook-perfect slide tackle across the rugged wilderness, the dust billowing in a perfect fan shape behind him.

This tactical maneuver, which should have been performed on a flat field, was executed by him with remarkable fluidity.

"Are this guy's legs made of iron?"

Mostima couldn't understand, and no one could give her an answer.

The Sarkaz mercenaries continued their advance in the darkness, the flickering campfire like a candlelight that lured moths closer and closer.

Suddenly, a strange mechanical whirring sound shattered the silence of the night.

"Creak, creak, creak!"

That was the hydraulic sound of the powered exoskeleton operating at full power, mixed with the metallic tremors of heavy explosion-proof devices colliding, echoing a chilling rhythm of death across the wilderness.

"What the hell?!"

Before he could even make out the person's features, he felt a tremendous force, like a mountain collapsing, surge through his chest—

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the darkness. The last thing the knife-wielder remembered was seeing his own caved-in chest and the shattered curved blade.

His scream had barely escaped his throat when it was crushed between his teeth by a second heavy blow.

"What is that thing? Quick, focus fire!"

In an instant, crossbow bolts rained down like locusts!

But this time, Han Fei did not raise his shield.

Parry? There is no parrying, only charging, relentless charging!

As long as I charge fast enough, the arrows won't hit me!

Night was the best cloak; he transformed into an iron chariot, carving a bloody path through the Sarkaz mercenary ranks.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The roar of the hydraulic system was like the death knell, and its heavy footsteps shattered the earth.

Wherever the dark figure went, the cracking sounds of bones breaking and the screams of the dying rose and fell, clearly piercing the eardrums of everyone in Andorn's squad beside the car.

Andorn's finger hovered over the flare trigger, and the screams coming from afar made his brow twitch.

“Our new friend is really…” he tried to find a mild adjective.

“He’s a monster,” Fiameta replied, her tone resolute.

This was also what Mostima and Remian were thinking. They stared intently at the darkness shrouded in death, shocked by the unexpectedly violent power—they had thought Han Fei, having lost his fire support, would be in a difficult battle, but in reality, the Sarkaz were being mercilessly slaughtered.

Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, it's futile and hopeless.

17, 22, 27...

In Fei's field of vision, the countdown number representing the duration of the ultimate skill not only did not decrease, but instead jumped wildly with each kill.

Finally, it settled steadily at—

99 seconds!

This is the limit of the panel, but it is far from its limit.

The numbers froze at that moment, as if time itself had succumbed to the rampant violence.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is that?!"

A Sarkaz mercenary roared, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "Leader! Leaders! Stop him!!"

"You don't need to waste your breath!"

A red figure suddenly darted out, holding a long spear straight up, aiming it straight at Han Fei. It was none other than a piercing hand team leader!

Facing the menacing leader of the piercing team, Han Fei neither dodged nor avoided, but instead roared, "Well done!"

Neither his belief in avenging Texas nor his intense fighting spirit allowed him to retreat or hide.

Charge! Only by charging relentlessly can Han Fei vent his rage.

At this moment, he is an unstoppable torrent of steel, a raging flame that burns away the enemy before him!

He exerted force with his feet, and his powered exoskeleton roared as he charged towards the spearhead like a cannonball. The heavy riot shield transformed into a battering ram, crashing into it fiercely!

clang!

A deafening clang of metal striking metal suddenly rang out. The piercing squad leader was struck as if by lightning, flying backward with his gun. The steel spear twisted like a pretzel and flew out of his hand.

Han Fei steadied himself, his gaze sweeping over the disheveled figure beneath his mask, and he scoffed coldly, "Nothing special."

However, in that instant when the old strength had just been exhausted and the new strength had not yet been generated, a cold voice, like the flick of a venomous snake, rang out without warning from the shadows behind Han Fei:

"Got you."