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

But now, as the adrenaline subsided and his fighting spirit calmed, Han Fei looked around and truly realized just how chaotic a battlefield he had just been in.

Even so, he felt no lingering fear; instead, only one thought exploded within him like fireworks:

—I'm awesome!

If it weren't for the time crunch, he would have stood there with his hands on his hips, savoring the exhilarating feeling of dominating the battlefield.

Under Han Fei's violent elbow strikes, the corpses on the ground were barely recognizable as human figures. They could only be identified as elite soldiers or ordinary henchmen by the color and pattern of their clothes.

Han Fei wasn't picky; he didn't care whether they were elite troops or ragtag soldiers. He just wanted to taste them first.

In Secret Mode, the drop rate of minions isn't exceptionally high, but you can still get some.

Han Fei tried to stuff things into his bag and chest strap, but soon, a new problem arose.

—The bag is full.

His chest pendant was very small; after filling the 12 slots with medicine, there wasn't much space left.

The bag was quite large, with 25 compartments, but Han Fei had eaten quite a few meals before, so now his backpack wasn't big enough.

Han Fei felt very reluctant to part with the military canned food that appeared in the soldier's bag.

This thing costs 15,000 per item, which is really good. It's much better than those little purple ones like the Stepmother Earrings.

But Han Fei really can't keep up now.

"Where am I supposed to get some more space?"

Han Fei scratched his head, his gaze sweeping over the 15-slot soldier pack that came with the corpse in the search interface. A bold idea grew wildly like weeds.

—How about I try hanging another bag on my chest?

Han Fei had never tried doing this before, because he was used to Delta's mechanisms.

In this system, a player can only carry one bag and cannot use multiple bags together.

But rules are dead and people are alive.

Han Fei is now willing to give it a try.

So he simply took out the soldier's 15-slot bag, tried to wear it on his chest, and then brought up the interface.

However, the unchanged equipment interface undoubtedly confirmed to Han Fei that his little tricks were not recognized by the system.

"Tsk, looks like it won't work." Han Fei clicked his tongue in disappointment.

Since the mechanism is so strict, Han Fei guessed that even if he forcibly stuffed the extra backpack into his body and took it back, he probably wouldn't be able to get past the Special Operations Department's "security check" and wouldn't be able to bring it in.

After all, this is the mechanism of the Delta.

But then, an even more perplexing problem arose:

"In that case, can Texas take her things back with her?"

Han Fei pinched his chin, his brows furrowed. "Theoretically, it's feasible. She's my teammate. It's normal for a teammate to carry a chest strap and a backpack; it fits the game mechanics. But what if she can't bring it back? That would be a disaster."

It's no wonder Han Fei had such thoughts, after all, this was his first time going on a mission with the locals of Terra.

Even though Texas was assigned as a teammate through a mechanism when they first came together, meaning that Texas theoretically has the equipment space for a backpack and a chest accessory.

But since he had never experienced it before, Han Fei couldn't help but let his mind wander.

"Then, let's not put anything valuable in Texas's bag for now."

Thinking of this, Han Fei didn't throw away the 15-compartment bag he was carrying on his chest.

"Texas doesn't have anything valuable in her bag yet. Let her change into this bag when we get back."

Texas's bag contained only a Bison that Han Fei had casually picked up earlier and some white eggs, all worthless items, so he could just swap bags.

A figure, like a pink cherry blossom quietly blooming in the morning light, silently came into his view.

It's Remi'an.

She walked slowly and lightly, as if the ground beneath her feet was not scorched earth stained with blood, but a lush meadow covered with morning dew.

The rising sun cast a soft golden glow around her, bathing her long, smooth pink hair in a warm light. A few strands of hair were gently lifted by the breeze, dancing lightly against her porcelain-white cheeks.

Remian seemed to possess a strange aura of tranquility, which seemed out of place in this carnage of corpses and bloodshed, yet it was like a silent comfort, quietly dispelling the thick, oppressive malevolence in the air.

Her simple, elegant dress fluttered gently in the wind, so clean and spotless, as if she stood apart from this cruel world, solely to deliver this breathtaking tenderness to him.

She's so beautiful...

This thought, like a petal falling in the wind, quietly settled in Han Fei's heart.

He stood quietly, his gaze following Remien's figure until she slowly approached him, carrying the fresh scent of morning dew.

"Why are you here?" Han Fei gazed at Remi's pink eyes, which seemed to be filled with the morning light, and his voice softened unconsciously, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"because."

Remien's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her gaze briefly meeting Han Fei's before gliding lightly across the ravaged land. "I have nothing to do."

Her gaze swept over the devastation of the battlefield, her voice soft yet carrying a strange penetrating power: "The closer I get here, the more I can feel the traces of your power."

She withdrew her gaze and returned it to Han Fei's face, a gentle smile curving her lips, her pink eyes sparkling with heartfelt admiration: "You are really amazing, much stronger than I imagined."

"Do you know why?" Han Fei's lips curled into a frivolous smile.

A perfectly timed hint of curiosity flashed in Remi's eyes as she asked softly, "Why?"

"Because I'm incredibly handsome."

A gleaming gold coin seemed to come alive, leaping nimbly from between his fingers, tracing a dazzling arc in the air, and finally being firmly caught between his slender index and middle fingers. The movement was fluid and graceful.

Han Fei held the coin, raised an eyebrow at Remy, and said, "Really."

His fluid movements, coupled with his confident words and a face that rivals the handsome "Flying Tigers" in looks, undoubtedly made his statement "I'm incredibly handsome" even more convincing.

However, seeing Han Fei's deliberately cool pose, Remy couldn't resist in the end.

"Pfft..."

A light, melodious laugh escaped from Remy's lips. She subconsciously raised her slender hand to cover her lips, her eyes sparkling with a smile: "You're so narcissistic."

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, flicked his wrist to collect the coin, and then took a step forward, instantly closing the distance.

He leaned down slightly, gazing intently at the person before him, a roguish, irreverent smile playing on his lips, his deep voice carrying a hint of seduction:

"Sister An, look me in the eyes."

At 169cm, Remy is considered tall for a woman, and even when facing Han Fei, her composure never diminished her presence.

But this time, when her gaze actually met Han Fei's deep eyes, her heart felt as if it had been gently tickled by something.

A strange, sudden surge of emotion struck her without warning, as clear as a drumbeat, or like a clumsy fawn, pounding heavily against her chest, again and again.

A mix of tension and a secret anticipation that even Remien herself didn't understand quietly spread through her heart.

She could clearly smell his scent—the chill of lingering gunpowder, the rusty smell of blood, and a faint trace of sweat that belonged to a masculine physique.

Normally, this mixed aura would have been enough to make her frown and back away.

But at this moment, Remian's feet seemed to be rooted to the spot. She tilted her head slightly, her pink eyes still clear, but as if veiled by a thin mist, quietly and attentively looking back at him, letting his presence envelop her.

Under Remi's silent gaze, Han Fei spoke again, with a hint of unwavering persistence:

Am I really not handsome?

--boom!

The romantic, heart-pounding atmosphere from just now was instantly shattered by this blunt question!

Remianne felt a lump in her throat, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, but then her smile blossomed even more brightly and beautifully.

However, those who know her well can sense that beneath that gentle and bright smile, as warm as the spring sun, a chilling glint, carrying a hint of "nuclear kindness," is quietly flashing across her eyes.

"Handsome, our Han Fei is the most handsome."

Even when she's furious, the cunning Sister An can still manage a warm smile.

"is it?"

Han Fei looked at Remy An with some suspicion, wondering why she seemed to be gritting her teeth.

Thinking of this, Han Fei instinctively sensed danger. He narrowed his eyes and subconsciously said, "Sister An, there shouldn't be any more cactus tarts in the car, right?"

"Nothing."

Remien still had a gentle smile on her face and said, "But if someone wants to eat it, I can make it fresh. It may not taste quite the same, but I will try my best to replicate the flavors that Pope Grandpa liked."

"Huh?"

Han Fei was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, please don't make it again. No, don't make that stuff. I won't eat it, thank you."

"Look how scared you are."

Remi's smile faded slightly as she said, "Since you don't like it, I won't do it, but..."

Remien glanced at the corpses on the ground and said, "Have you searched everything?"

"not yet."

Han Fei scratched the back of his head and said, "It will take a little more time."

"No rush, you can search at your own pace."

This time, Remian did not offer to help again. She had noticed before that even with Texas, whom he trusted greatly, Han Fei did not let her get involved.

Although Remien did not know the reason, she figured there must be a reason.

"Then I'll get to work."

Han Fei stretched, admitting that looting the minions' packs was a rather tedious process.

It's not that searching is too boring, but rather that searching for "soldier packs" is inherently uninspiring.

It's a common understanding among players that the drop rate in the minion packs is low. At first, Han Fei still had some hope, thinking that even if he didn't get a card, it would be good.

But as the spoils of war gradually appeared, this sense of anticipation faded away amidst the blue sky and white clouds.

Therefore, Han Fei no longer had any expectations regarding the drop rate before looting the bag.

Unlike touching a high-explosive container, before searching, you can at least hope for a big hit.

Without anticipation, the process naturally becomes tedious and boring.

Fortunately, there was Remy Ann, which helped pass the time.

As one soldier's bag after another was opened, Han Fei's expression gradually crumbled.

"Why is everyone so poor? Damn it, my precious baby."

After finding yet another bag belonging to someone extremely poor, Han Fei couldn't help but complain.

At that moment, he felt like a warrior panning for gold in a septic tank—knowing that there were "opportunities" everywhere, he still had to grit his teeth and go in, hoping to fish out some gold.

Knowing full well that the mountain holds history, they still chose to follow the historical path and say it was history.

Remy, who had been quietly observing him, blinked gently upon hearing this and said softly, "It seems your harvest wasn't very satisfactory."

"Not ideal? Rely on the defense!"

Han Fei sighed dramatically, his face full of disgust, and said, "They're all so poor, there's not a single thing to pick up."

He paused, then commented sharply, "It feels inferior to manhole covers and trash cans, especially those from Laterano!"

Hearing the word "manhole cover," several black lines appeared on Remy's forehead, and those unpleasant things came to mind again.

She gently shook her head, trying to shake off the bad memories, and said:

"That's just how the Sarkaz are."

Remy An moved gracefully to Han Fei's side, her soft hand naturally resting on his taut shoulder, her fingertips unconsciously pressing lightly as she asked, "So, are you planning to call it quits, or continue your treasure hunt in this 'shit mountain'?"

Her voice remained gentle, but there seemed to be a subtle hint of teasing at the end.

"Don't give up, who knows, maybe some unlucky soul is carrying a treasure."

As Han Fei said this, he stood up, suddenly looked at Remy An beside him, and said, "Sister An, I need you!"

"Ok?"

Remien let out a soft hum of doubt, her pink eyes widening slightly before curving into a gentle smile as she nodded and said, "Okay, what do you need me to do? As long as it's not too outrageous, I can agree to anything."

Looking at Remy's tolerant and gentle smile, an untimely thought quietly surfaced in Han Fei's mind.