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

"If you were there, I think the most likely scenario would be that the person lying on the ground would simply increase from one to two."

Fiameta was still struggling with guilt and self-blame when Han Fei was so blunt. She was speechless and fell silent.

"What are you talking about?"

Remianne playfully pinched Han Fei's arm, the force not strong, but with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, "Do you think I'm too weak?"

"what?"

Han Fei blinked again, looking innocent, and said, "No, I'm just stating the facts."

Finally, he stood up, walked to Fiameta's side, and patted her shoulder with his strong hand, which had a soothing force: "I know what I'm saying might not be very pleasant to hear, but as an all-around penetrator who occasionally doubles as a shield guard, based on my observation, you probably can't handle it either. So, let's stick to the facts and not put too much pressure on yourself."

Perhaps it was because Han Fei had been a shield guard for too long, but even though his strength wasn't great, Fiamet felt a reassuring calmness within it.

She took a deep breath and said, "I might not be able to handle it either, but at least it's better than this, isn't it? At least then I wouldn't be a bystander, unlike now, where I can only find out what just happened from you."

"I understand. You feel that as a member of this team, it's a bit unfair that you couldn't be there for your teammates during that dangerous moment?"

Before Fiametta could answer, Han Fei's large hand landed on Fiametta's shoulder again, as if he were putting his arm around a good buddy.

At that moment, Fiameta's body tensed up.

However, Han Fei made no extra moves. He put his arm around Fiameta and, with undeniable force, half-pushed and half-forced her to the stone platform where Remianne was sitting, and then pressed her down to sit next to Remianne.

Then, Han Fei stood in front of the two of them, hands on his hips, looking intently at Remian: "So, Miss Remian, what are your thoughts on your teammate Fiameta feeling guilty for not being able to go through life and death with you? Do you blame her?"

"Of course I don't blame her."

Remien gazed tenderly at Fiametta and said softly, "We've fought side by side for so many years, don't you know me, don't you know Mostima? Don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's good that we're safe and sound, isn't it?"

Mostima chimed in, "Indeed, the world keeps turning no matter who's gone. Does that mean we can't live without Andorn? Of course not. Take it easy, relax, and stop overthinking."

"But you..."

Fiameta hesitated, unsure what to say. She and Remian could indeed continue living in Laterano, but what about Mostima? The fallen angel could not continue living in Laterano.

Thinking of this, her emotions, which had finally been calmed down by Han Fei, fluctuated violently once again.

Fiameta clenched her fists. She had trusted Andorn so much, but the more she trusted him then, the more she hated him now—hated the man who had ruined her life.

Perhaps sensing Fiametta's thoughts, Remien took Fiametta's hand and said softly, "Try to look on the bright side. At least for now, we're still alive."

The moment she finished speaking, Mostima's faint smile vanished almost instantly. She glanced instinctively at the extra tail behind her, then resumed her usual smile and said easily, "Yes, as long as you're alive, there are endless possibilities. Don't worry."

Volume 1: Chapter 110 Time

Silent all night.

The next day, the group didn't linger. They packed their bags and set off on their journey back to Laterano.

There's still one target location left to clear out, but it's clear that now is not the right time to continue the mission.

The group was eager to return home and arrived in Lateran that afternoon.

As a result, Han Fei immediately felt Lateran's harsh treatment of fallen angels upon entering the city.

Several angels dressed in notary office uniforms and armed with guns appeared in Han Fei's line of sight.

The next second, they stopped Mostima. The leader showed a document and coldly pronounced, "Mostima, we are the executors of the notary office. Your actions of harming your fellow countrymen have violated the Lateran 'laws.' Please come with us."

Upon hearing this, Remian and Fiameta immediately looked worried and simultaneously turned to Mostima.

On the contrary, Mostima, the person involved, seemed quite relaxed. She still had a faint smile on her lips and said, "Alright, then lead the way."

Finally, she turned to her teammates and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After saying that, Mostima left with the executor.

The two only looked away when Mostima disappeared from view.

"What do we do now?"

Fiameta glanced instinctively at the people around her, her beautiful fiery red eyes filled with confusion.

As a member of the guard, Fiameta never imagined that he would one day encounter this situation.

In particular, the one who was taken away was her closest partner and comrade-in-arms, Mostima.

After a moment's hesitation, Remien tentatively suggested, "Perhaps we could consult Lord Partridge."

"No, absolutely not."

Fiamet shook her head repeatedly, rejecting Remian's suggestion without any hesitation, saying, "You know he's an old fogey, he won't help us. If we go to him, he'll just advise us to follow the rules."

"But what else can we do besides follow the rules?"

Remian's gentle voice carried a hint of helplessness, "Little Fei, the only thing we can do is try to see her before she's banished from Laterano, isn't that right?"

Fiamet was taken aback for a moment, then said somewhat dejectedly, "You're right."

Years of camaraderie made Fiametta instinctively think of rescuing him, but Remian's words undoubtedly brought her mind back to the cold reality.

Rescue Mostima? That's too difficult.

Not to mention, even if Mostima were rescued, it wouldn't really change anything.

After all, the rule that fallen angels must be banished from Laterano is an ironclad law deeply ingrained in the minds of every Lateran.

Remien looked at the dejected Fiameta and wanted to comfort her, but for a moment she didn't know how to begin.

Remien glanced subconsciously at Han Fei beside her. This man always helped her when she needed it, which undoubtedly made Remien feel a sense of dependence that she herself was unaware of.

Now, Remy subconsciously wanted to seek help from Han Fei.

Noticing Remien's gaze, Han Fei smiled at her and said, "Anyway, don't worry. If I remember correctly, although Lateran will expel the fallen angels, they won't harm her. Mostima's worst-case scenario right now is that she'll be locked in a dark room, but her personal safety is not a concern."

Upon hearing this answer, Texas couldn't help but put her hand to her forehead.

She knew her boss meant well, but these words didn't sound like they would offer any comfort.

Remy was reacting similarly to Texas; she couldn't help but pinch her brow and look at Han Fei with a helpless expression.

This man is good in every way, except that he is sometimes too abstract and sometimes too straightforward.

Remian said, "Let's go back first, put our luggage away, and then discuss what to do next."

No one objected, and they returned to the apartment with Remy.

As soon as Han Fei entered, he heard a vibrant voice:

"Sis, you're back!"

With a light footstep, the red-haired Remuel appeared before everyone.

But soon, Remuel realized something was wrong and asked in confusion, "Hey, sis, why are you the only ones here? Where are Andorn and Mostima?"

"A little accident happened."

Remianne said softly, "Xiao Le, can I explain it to you after we've put our things away?"

"Oh, I'll help you."

Remy Lele lent a hand and helped everyone settle their luggage.

Afterwards, the group returned to the living room, where Remianne briefly explained to Remianne what had happened.

After hearing it, Remy was completely dumbfounded.

"So, sis, you almost died? Mostima even fell from the sky because she saved you?"

"Yes."

Remianne sighed softly, a hint of melancholy in her voice.

What was supposed to be another ordinary clearing mission turned out to be quite unexpected.

"How could Andorn do this..."

Remule clenched her small fists, then silently walked up to Han Fei and said solemnly, "Thank you, I will remember this kindness. If you need anything, just tell me and I will definitely help you!"

"There's no need to be so formal."

Han Fei waved his hand and said, "So next, we need to find a way to visit Mostima, right?"

"Ah."

Remy nodded slightly. "We are comrades after all, and we must see her before she leaves."

"Row."

Han Fei nodded, his gaze subtly sweeping across the countdown timer in his field of vision.

The countdown in the field of vision has less than 48 hours left.

Compared to the game, this time is actually quite ample, considering that a single round of searching, attacking, and retreating in the game only takes about 30 minutes.

However, correspondingly, Han Fei's desire to evacuate is subject to even more stringent conditions.

Both are two gates, but in the aerospace industry, Han Fei could find his way around even with his eyes closed; he knew exactly where each gate was.

But in Laterano, he still doesn't know where the gate is!

Therefore, even though there was still more than a day left, Han Fei had to consider the issue of shutting down the power and evacuating.

I can probably accompany them to visit Mostima, then I'll have to find the gate and evacuate.

With that thought in mind, Han Fei said, "In that case, shall we rest for a while, or go directly to find a way in?"

"Xiao Fei."

Remian looked at Fiametta again and said softly, "This time, are we really going to see Lord Partridge?"

Fiameta hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll bring it up with him, but it might not be ideal."

“We should always give it a try.” Remien smiled gently yet resolutely. “What if?”

Volume 1: Chapter 111 Power-Off Point

Fiameta's efficiency has always been astonishing. The moment she agreed, she turned and headed straight for her grandfather—the papal knight known for his rigidity, Partridge.

This decisive attitude, however, gave Han Fei an opportunity, an opportunity he desperately needed—the opportunity to find the "gateway".

"Shall I go with you?" Han Fei immediately suggested, his tone casual and tentative. "I haven't really explored Laterano properly yet. While you're going to see the old man, I'll wander around the area."

"Ok?"

Remien gave a soft hum of doubt, her pink eyes turning to Han Fei with a puzzled look: "Xiao Fei is off on business, she probably won't have time to show you around."

She paused, then her signature gentle smile returned. "If you want to experience the charm of Laterano, once things have settled down, I can be your guide and show you around."

"Uh……"

Han Fei scratched his head and said, "There might not be enough time."

Remian's smile froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The next second, she quickly adjusted her expression, her probing gaze fixed on Han Fei: "Are you leaving?"

"Yes."

Han Fei readily admitted without any attempt to evade the question, "I told you when we first met, didn't I? I wouldn't stay here for long."

"So that's how it is. Time really flies."

Remien lowered her head slightly, her pink hair falling down and obscuring most of her face, making it impossible to discern her expression at that moment.

However, when she looked up again, her bright smile seemed unwavering: "Since time is precious, then I should be your guide!"

"Uh……"

Han Fei was completely speechless and could only continue scratching his head, "Really, no need to trouble yourself, I'm just taking a walk..."

His original intention was simply to check where the gate was; if it was convenient, he would pull the gate; if not, he would make other plans.

"Do you know the streets of Laterano?" Remian's voice was still gentle, but it carried an undeniable concern. "What if you get lost?"

"I don't think we'll get lost," Han Fei said, sounding a little unsure.

"Alright, it's settled then!" Remian gave him no chance to refuse, making the final decision. "Xiao Fei is going to see her grandfather, and I'll show you around. As for Xiao Le..."

Her gaze shifted to her younger sister, Remuel, then swept over Texas, who stood quietly to the side, a gentle smile playing on her lips: "Would you mind staying here and properly entertaining Miss Texas?"

Remuel hesitated instinctively for a moment, but then, under Remuel's gaze, he nodded obediently and said, "Alright then."

Upon hearing Remian's arrangement, Han Fei subconsciously glanced at Texas.

Their gazes met in mid-air.