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

At that moment, Han Fei felt incredibly fortunate to have received the blessing of the Angel—the small bullet casing pendant.

[Angel's Blessing: Attack Power +8%, Maximum Health +14%.]

This buff increased Han Fei's health from the base 100 to 114, barely allowing him to survive Andorn's berserk attack.

Keep in mind that he was currently using "Shield Dog's" ultimate skill to reduce damage. Without this double protection, he would have definitely died on the spot, let alone 14 points!

boom--!

Just as Han Fei was catching his breath, a crisp gunshot tore through the lingering echo of the rampaging energy!

Ding dong!

Andorn's staff fell from his hand and landed on the ground.

The pressure vanished instantly, and Han Fei collapsed to the ground with a huge sigh of relief. His blood volume was critical, and his vision was a blinding crimson.

"boss!"

Texas's urgent shouts rang in my ears!

The girl's figure suddenly burst into his blood-red vision. Her usual aloofness vanished. Ignoring the mud on the ground, she knelt down beside Han Fei, her hands frantically pressing on his shoulders, her face filled with unprecedented anxiety.

His face was filled with panic, and there was no trace of his usual calm and aloofness.

"Don't panic, I'm fine."

Han Fei waved his hand, his voice surprisingly strong.

This is the power of a data-driven body. Even though his health is currently quite poor and he would die if touched even slightly, his physical skills remain at their peak.

If Han Fei wanted, he could run for another few dozen seconds.

The strong voice made Texas's tense nerves visibly relax for a moment: "I'm glad you're alright..."

The next second, her gaze pierced the kneeling Andorn like an ice blade, her eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"What have you done?!"

Before the words were even finished, Texas had already rushed in front of Andorn like an arrow, her longsword flashing coldly as it was firmly placed against his neck, the icy blade almost cutting through his skin.

Meanwhile, Mostima, who was checking on Remian, looked up at the sound, saw the furious Texas, her lips moved slightly, but she ultimately chose to remain silent.

Han Fei was healing himself with a blue blood pack when he heard the sound and immediately said, "Texas, calm down."

"Boss, how do you expect me to calm down?"

Texas's voice was as cold as the wind on the Ursus tundra, but beneath that calm lay a raging fury about to erupt, "He almost killed you, and he even..."

“Don’t worry, Remien is still alive, she’s just unconscious,” Mostima explained at the right moment.

But the atmosphere remained tense.

Texas's longsword remained motionless, as if it were about to sever Andorn's head at any moment.

"Phew, I'm finally alive."

A few seconds later, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief, watching HP struggle to climb to a safe threshold.

"Don't hurt him yet."

Han Fei stood up and glanced at Andorn, whose halo still emitted a soft light.

This means that his act of harming Remian was not intentional, but rather an unintentional outburst of power.

“Andorn, I don’t want to argue with you about things that are too far removed from our past.” Han Fei sighed. “We can talk about it slowly after I’ve revived Remian.”

"it is good."

Andorn responded with a calm voice, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

This made Texas even angrier. She couldn't understand how someone could make a mistake and show no remorse or apology whatsoever.

Han Fei withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards the unconscious Remy An, his hand now holding a hormone gun.

Just as he was about to plunge in, two extremely familiar options suddenly and eerily appeared before his eyes:

Search for Remünne

【Carry it on your back】

"Huh?"

Han Fei froze abruptly, nearly pricking his own hand with the needle. He thought to himself, "The person isn't dead! How did this looting scene suddenly appear?!"

He didn't have time to think much, thinking to himself, "I don't care where you are, let me take a look first."

With this thought in mind, Han Fei stabbed Remian with the hormone gun while his hand, rather unscrupulously, opened the search interface.

The next second, the familiar search interface appeared.

Before opening the bag, Han Fei had no expectations about what was inside. After all, it was Remian's bag, and who knows, there might be one of her AWMs inside. He was just opening the bag to satisfy his curiosity.

But what Han Fei saw the next second made him pause in surprise.

"Huh?"

If I may ask, why is my pink-haired dog carrying an M700 in its bag?

Han Fei couldn't help but mutter to himself. He clearly remembered that Remy was carrying an AWM, but there was an M700 lying in her bag.

But then I thought, those grunts were still using crossbows, so they still turned into bison.

Thinking of this, Han Fei felt relieved.

This M700 looks quite familiar; it's a standard modified gun, classically equipped with a bunch of fancy attachments, but only a few are actually useful.

Just as Han Fei was stunned, 17 golden bullets were also launched.

In that instant, Han Fei was faced with a choice: take it or not.

The question only crossed Han Fei's mind for a moment before he answered it with his actions.

He directly removed the panoramic red dot from the Bison, then threw the Bison away, and the M700 immediately took its place in his second weapon slot.

If you won't eat this or that, how will you get rich?

Han Fei had just switched to the M700 and hadn't even had time to look at the other things in his bag when he heard a soft moan.

He quickly closed the search interface and looked at Remy.

Under his gaze, Remi's eyelashes trembled violently a few times on the ground. Then, her beautiful pink eyes, filled with the confusion of just waking up and misty moisture, slowly, little by little, opened.

Volume 1: Chapter 104 Shelter? (Bonus Chapter)

The moment Remi's gaze focused, Han Fei's gentle, smiling face clearly came into her view.

Remien's pupils dilated suddenly, the initial confusion in her eyes being instantly washed away by immense joy.

The next second, a pair of slender arms climbed onto Han Fei's shoulders without warning. Before he could react, a gentle yet irresistible force pulled him into Remy's warm embrace.

Remien hugged Han Fei tightly around the neck, her voice filled with barely concealed excitement and joy: "It's so good that you're alright."

This simple yet passionate sentence instantly shattered Han Fei's sense of being caught off guard and at a loss.

He slowly reached out and gently returned Remian's embrace, his voice unconsciously softening: "You were the one who was seriously injured and unconscious, but when you woke up, you worried about me first?"

"I don't know about those things."

Remianne said softly, "All I know is that before I lost consciousness, the last thing I saw was you appearing in front of me once again."

As she spoke, Remien leaned back slightly, creating some distance between herself and Han Fei, and gazed tenderly into his eyes, saying softly, "So, how could I forget you?"

"Have you ever thought that if I hadn't been able to save you, you might have been in a coma for a long time?" Han Fei said softly.

"Is that so? That's quite scary."

Remien said this, but the gentle smile on her face did not change in the slightest.

This makes it hard to believe that she is truly afraid.

"So."

Han Fei withdrew his hand, gave a thumbs-up, and said with considerable pride, "You're lucky to have met me!"

This was somewhat self-praise, but Remi'an didn't hesitate at all. Her beautiful pink eyes, as if filled with the melting snow of early spring, locked onto Han Fei with clear and focused attention, determined to meticulously etch his features into her heart. Her voice was soft yet unwavering as she echoed:

"Yes, it's my good fortune to have met you."

"Huh?"

This overly direct affirmation stunned Han Fei, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

It's hard not to get confused.

To be gazed upon so tenderly and attentively by such a gentle and charming girl as Remien—as if all the light in the world were focused on him alone.

Who can withstand it?

Anyway, Han Fei was really struggling to keep up.

Immediately, he touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "Right? I'm super awesome."

Remien noticed Han Fei's embarrassment; this brave gentleman was surprisingly inexperienced in some ways.

Remien found it hard to reconcile the man who now turned his head away because his face was hot, avoiding eye contact with the man who was full of courage and willing to stand in front of her without hesitation.

But this contrast only made Remienne's smile widen.

"How interesting..." Remy thought to herself.

Lateranos have a natural love for interesting things, and Remian happens to be a true Laterano.

However, the understanding Remy didn't continue teasing him. She understood the principle of moderation; if she continued, this brave gentleman might really run away in embarrassment.

So, Remian's gaze naturally passed over Han Fei's shoulder and landed on Andorn, who was a little further away.

The moment Remian saw Andorn, her expression became complicated.

At this moment, Andorn was far from presentable. His usually neat robes were disheveled and wrinkled from Han Fei's heavy blow, and his kneeling posture had stained them with filthy mud, mixed with the dark red blood from Mostima's gift that flowed from the penetrating wound on his hand. He looked so wretched that it was shocking.

It was this shot that allowed Andorn to stop his rampaging Originium Arts.

Once upon a time, they were comrades-in-arms who walked side by side through countless days and nights, but now, everything has changed beyond recognition.

Through empathy, Remi'an was able to sense Andorn's current emotions.

It was a heavy weight of apology and guilt, yet strangely mixed with a sense of sudden enlightenment, and even a hint of relief.

Remian always knew that Andorn was not a Sarkaz born in Laterano, and he never thought of becoming a true Laterano. He would one day leave Laterano to find his own path.

Not only Remian, but Mostima, who also possesses empathy, was well aware of this.

Only Fiameta knew nothing.

And now, it seems the time for parting has come.

After a long silence, Remian finally spoke, her usually gentle voice devoid of its usual warmth, carrying a calm scrutiny: "I think you should apologize to them. What do you think, Andorn?"

“Indeed.” Andorn’s voice was unusually calm. He raised his head, his face showing no explanation, only a deep sadness. “I am very sorry to have dragged you into this undeserved disaster… It is all my fault.”

His gaze slowly turned to Mostima, and he repeated, "I'm sorry."

The latter has already fallen from grace for harming a Sarkaz, violating the law. This means she will be permanently banished from Laterano and will never be allowed to return to Laterano without permission.

Mostima looked at him calmly, the faint smile that usually lingered on her face gone for the first time.

Andorn saw anger in her eyes, which effectively cut off any further words he might have had.

He was powerless to make amends to Mostima; some mistakes, once made, can never be undone.

Compared to Texas's almost tangible rage, Han Fei's emotions were surprisingly calm at this moment.

He was more anxious than anyone else when the incident happened, but now that everything has settled down, Remy is safe and sound, and he himself is fully healthy, Han Fei naturally has no need to be anxious anymore.

However, it was impossible for Han Fei to face Andorn with a smile.

Han Fei stood up, his gaze fixed on Andorn. There was no anger in his eyes, but there was also little disappointment. His expression was calm and composed: "Andorn."

His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly in the secret room: "Do you think all of this is worth it?"

Andorn remained silent for a long time, so long that the air seemed to freeze.

Finally, he answered softly, "I don't know."

However, there was not a trace of bewilderment in that calm and even tone; there was only a deathly silence after the dust had settled.

He has found his way, and even if the price is to destroy all the peace of the past with his own hands, he will never turn back.