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

Of course. A single shield dog can't do this, so an assault position is needed to make up for the lack of mobility. Whether it's the shield wolf or the shield dragon, their strength is top-notch.

"Instead of worrying about us, you should be more concerned about yourself right now."

As she spoke, Remianne looked at Han Fei's disheveled appearance, her concern evident in her words.

Texas chimed in, "Yeah, boss, you should take care of your own wounds first."

The others didn't speak, but their expressions conveyed the same meaning.

Han Fei glanced down at himself. Actually, he was mostly alright, but he didn't look very good, since so many crossbow bolts were still stuck in his body.

That's how a data-driven body works; as long as the health bar is full and there are no negative buffs, there's nothing to worry about.

Han Fei didn't even have time to pull it out at the time. He was so excited about the battle that he didn't care about anything else.

Anyway, with Red Wolf's sustain and so many Sarkaz mercenaries healing him, we can just crush them!

But now that the battle is over, it's time to remove the crossbow bolts from my body. It's not right to keep acting like a hedgehog.

So Han Fei said, "You guys have to help me out."

"it is good."

Remy responded and walked behind Han Fei. "It might hurt a little, so you'll have to bear with it."

"It's nothing, it's no big deal, I..."

Before Han Fei could finish speaking, Leimiaoan flicked her wrist.

"hiss!"

A sharp pain suddenly shot up, so fast that Han Fei was caught off guard and gasped, thinking to himself, "At least let me take some painkillers first!"

However, the expected persistent stinging pain did not worsen; a warm hand gently covered his head with a soothing touch.

Immediately afterwards, Remian's soft voice, like the rustling of a feather, came from behind, with a hint of barely perceptible, childlike playfulness:

"Sweetie, a breath will make the pain go away, the pain will fly away~ Whoosh—"

A cool breeze brushed over the newly healed wound, gentle and soothing, bringing a strange, slight itch, yet miraculously dispelling the lingering sharp pain, as if something unseen had truly been blown away.

Han Fei was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cried at the same time—Am I some kind of 1.8-meter-tall baby?

Strangely enough, whether it was the aura that truly possessed magic, or the clumsy gentleness that touched my heartstrings, the stinging pain from the arrow being pulled out actually faded away somewhat amidst the soft "whoosh" sound.

"Good girl," Remy said cheerfully, with a hint of satisfaction at successfully coaxing her. "Shall I continue?"

Han Fei quickly called for a stop: "Wait a minute!"

"Huh?" Remy paused, walked around to his side, her pink eyes filled with confusion. "Does it hurt too much?"

"Let me take a painkiller first."

As he spoke, Han Fei took out a bottle of painkillers from his chest pocket, popped one into his mouth, and then looked at Remy and said, "Go on, don't hold back, use as much force as you need to."

"Good~"

Remianne agreed readily, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

She was indeed not "reserved" at all. Her hands flew, her movements were as fast as lightning, and her strength was precise and decisive. She pulled out the arrow cleanly, neatly, steadily and ruthlessly.

Fortunately, the painkillers had taken effect. Even though Remi'an showed no mercy, Han Fei only tensed his muscles and frowned slightly, no longer gasping for breath in such a disheveled manner as before.

Before long, the last few crossbow bolts that were in the way were also cleared away.

Tiny beads of blood immediately seeped out from the pierced wounds, gathering into winding red lines.

Han Fei lowered his gaze slightly, scanning the virtual status bar that only he could see.

At the bottom of the previously clean interface, a bright red negative status icon has now appeared, with the following clearly marked:

[Bleeding] x3

If the Shield Dog's ultimate ability were still active, this minor injury wouldn't matter. However, Han Fei can't keep the Shield Dog's ultimate ability active all the time, so it's better to treat this wound.

Thinking of this, he opened his chest strap and then looked at the green surgical kit with a pang of regret.

Using a surgical kit to treat bleeding is a waste; a tourniquet is much better—cheaper and more effective!

"I'll use a tourniquet next time. It's such a cheap consumable, I won't feel bad using it..." Han Fei thought to himself as he started to roll up the bandage.

Before he could make a move, a cool, soft hand gently covered his back, stopping him.

Han Fei looked up and met Leimiao'an's gentle gaze, which was very close to his.

"Sit still and behave."

A gentle smile played in her pink eyes, and her voice was like a morning breeze across a meadow, "Now, it's my turn to bandage you."

Volume 1: Chapter 97 You Too

Beside the extinguished campfire, Han Fei finally took off his heavy gear. He casually took off his sweat-stained and dust-covered T-shirt and draped it over his crossed legs.

The morning breeze, carrying a coolness, brushed against his bare upper body without any obstruction, and also quietly attracted several curious glances.

Sensing the gazes from all around, Han Fei raised an eyebrow and said with a hint of amusement, "What? Did I get a flower bloom on my face?"

"Ahem." Fiameta coughed lightly, turning her head away somewhat stiffly, her ear tips appearing slightly red.

Andorn, on the other hand, was frank, his gaze calmly fixed on Han Fei, and he said bluntly, "It's just a bit of a surprise."

"Accident?"

Han Fei was puzzled. His gaze swept over Fiameta, and although she had her head turned to the side, she was clearly still glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. Then, his gaze returned to Andorn. "What's so surprising about that?"

"I thought so."

Andorn paused, seemingly considering his words, before finally choosing the most direct expression: "Given the strength and stamina you've demonstrated, your physique will lean towards a more visually striking and robust build."

Han Fei understood instantly.

Clearly, both Andorn and Fiameta, who was secretly observing, imagined him as a muscular, veiny, and tough guy—after all, someone who could wield that heavy shield and charge tirelessly through enemy lines seemed to be that kind of person.

But in reality, his physique is well-proportioned and firm, with smooth lines. Although covered by a thin but powerful layer of muscles, it has no exaggerated bulges.

"Abs?"

Han Fei's lips curled into a mocking smile. He pretended to take a deep breath and strike a bodybuilding pose. "It's not like there aren't any..."

"Snapped."

A cool hand gently pressed down on his shoulder, stopping him. Han Fei turned his head to meet Remy's face, which was inches away from his.

"You're still injured."

Her pink eyes curved into gentle crescents, her lips were full of smiles, and her voice was soft and gentle, but Han Fei inexplicably caught a hint of undeniable warning in them.

Don't be a hero.

"Well, actually it's nothing serious."

Even so, Han Fei remained obedient and did not show Andorn what it meant to be muscular and well-endowed.

At the same time, a somewhat subtle thought quietly surfaced in Han Fei's mind—this is his older sister's maternal instinct, isn't it? It's quite powerful.

"So nice."

Remy was very pleased with Han Fei's well-behaved behavior. She casually took out a box of snacks, handed it to Han Fei, and said, "Here's a box of snacks as a reward for you."

Han Fei took it and opened it. It was a classic Lateran dessert. Even just looking at it, Han Fei could feel the abundance of sugar inside.

"Eating something sweet will cheer you up," Remian said softly as she took out a sterile bandage and deftly prepared the dressing. "But you'll have to wait a little while. Wait until I'm finished bandaging before you eat. Be good now and don't move around."

Just as Han Fei was about to respond, a slight rustling sound came from beside him, like the delicate rubbing of fabric.

He turned his head, and Texas had silently sat down beside him. She tilted her head slightly, her heterochromatic gray-blue eyes calmly resting on his face, her voice flat: "Want to eat now?"

"A little." Han Fei nodded honestly. After fighting all this way, even his data-driven body couldn't withstand the most basic physiological needs, and a feeling of hunger was quietly spreading.

“Then I’ll feed you,” Texas said matter-of-factly, as if stating the fact that “the sky is blue.”

Before she finished speaking, she had already picked up a fork from the lunchbox and precisely picked up a dessert drizzled with frosting.

"Huh?!"

Han Fei's surprised exclamation had barely escaped when the fork was already steadily placed to his lips.

Texas used her other hand to gently support the icing from below, a delicate gesture.

But her delicate face remained expressionless, as calm as if she were executing a program command.

"what."

She uttered a single syllable softly, gesturing for him to open his mouth.

The contrast between her caring actions and her aloof, detached, and businesslike demeanor was so striking that Han Fei was momentarily at a loss for words.

But ironically, the impact of this extreme contrast is like a bullet that hits its mark precisely, striking the heart with a "bang".

This abstinence style is amazing... Han Fei silently exclaimed in his heart.

Just then, Remian leaned forward slightly, over Han Fei's shoulder, and her gaze fell on Texas.

Her pink eyes curved into a gentle smile, and her voice was sweet as honey: "Miss Texas...you really know how to take care of people."

There was a subtle hint of observation and inquiry in his tone.

Texas paused almost imperceptibly as she handed over the fork. She looked up and met Remian's gaze; their eyes met briefly in the air, a silent undercurrent flowing beneath the calm surface.

Then, she refocused her gaze on Han Fei's face, her tone still calm, but her reply clear:

"the same as you."

"cough,"

Mostima's light cough broke the delicate silence. Her signature faint smile remained unchanged as she turned to Fiameta. "Looks like we'll have to fend for ourselves for breakfast. What would you like?"

"I will do it myself."

Fiameta answered crisply, his tone carrying a hint of "don't count on me."

Remi'an was tending to Han Fei's wound when she heard this. She glanced at them without saying a word, her pink eyes filled with a hint of reproach: "Because I have to take care of the wounded."

The last syllable rose slightly, carrying a hint of self-righteous coquettishness.

"I'll do it."

Andorn's calm voice rang out at the right moment. He walked slowly to the SUV, opened the trunk, and said, "Everyone is tired. Let's get some rest first. Taking care of our teammates' stomachs is also the captain's responsibility."

Mostima readily accepted the suggestion, his smile deepening: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Captain."

The extinguished campfire was relit, its orange flames leaping and dispelling the last chill of the morning.

The group sat quietly in a circle, enjoying this hard-won moment of peace, with only the crackling of the burning firewood and the distant chirping of birds punctuating the silence.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

"OK! Fully recharged!"

Han Fei's voice suddenly rang out, carrying the energy of someone who had just been revived at full strength. He stood up abruptly, his gaze fixed intently on the distant battlefield, "I'm going to loot the supplies!"

Mostima and Fiameta exchanged a quick glance, both seeing a knowing smile in each other's eyes—here they go again, that familiar money-grubbing trait.

However, Han Fei's "thrifty and hardworking" persona has long been deeply ingrained in people's minds, and everyone is no longer surprised.

Moreover, Han Fei deserves immense credit for turning last night's fierce battle around. Everyone has witnessed his efforts and hard work. Now, he's just going to collect some spoils of war; since he needs money, let him go.

No one urged him on, nor did anyone remind him to hurry up. Everyone just watched quietly as he excitedly ran towards the ravaged land, as if it were not a battlefield, but a bountiful field.

Volume 1: Chapter 98 Expectations

Han Fei jogged along, eagerly preparing to loot the bag.

The most exciting time in this continent is mealtime.

Every time you lick a bag or open a container, it's an unknown experience.

Just like drawing cards, you never know what you'll get until you click the button.

Looting is undoubtedly a joyful experience, even if it's just regular enemy loot boxes.

The only thing that bothered Han Fei was one thing.

"That's way too much."

When the fight broke out, Han Fei hadn't thought about any of this. His adrenaline was surging, and he only had one thought in his mind—I don't care about this or that, just take my elbow!

Driven by a thirst for revenge and an inner fighting spirit, Han Fei had no time to care about anything else. He charged forward and attacked first, knowing that with Red Wolf's sustain, Han Fei wasn't afraid at all.