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

He was more concerned about something else than that.

"Can you do me a favor? I think Mostima is quite kind. Can you help me prevent her from falling from the heavens?"

Insufficient permissions to execute...

The cold, impersonal notification sounded again.

"Is it that strict?" Han Fei scratched his head.

However, he wasn't surprised, since he wasn't from the previous civilization and it was normal for him not to have the necessary permissions.

If it were a cybernetic woman, she might be able to handle it.

The old pope, who stood quietly to the side, witnessed the entire extraordinary "conversation" between Han Fei and the legal mainframe. His heart was filled with indescribable shock and subtle bitterness.

For thousands of years, devout Liberian believers have prayed daily and served year after year, protecting His holy land with their blood, sweat, and even lives, yet they have never received a single glance or a word of recognition from Him.

They were isolated from that invisible divine favor; the halo and wings were the chasm between them, seemingly so close yet so far.

But what about this young man? He calls himself "human," yet he is invited into the holy land by the law and even makes seemingly disrespectful requests... The law, for the first time ever, operates accordingly, responding with such clarity and precision every time.

This kind of communication, as natural as breathing, this kind of attention that Li Boli could not even hope for through countless generations... If they knew, what a storm would rage?

However, at that very moment, the last trace of wariness and doubt in the Pope's heart vanished completely, as if brushed away by an invisible hand.

If God is willing to pay attention and respond to Han Fei's confusion and petitions, how could the Pope possibly regard him as an enemy?

The Pope took a deep breath, the wariness in his eyes gone, and said gently, "If there's nothing else, let's leave now."

"That works too." Han Fei nodded slightly.

He really didn't have anything to ask.

"You should know that this is Lateran's most important secret," the Pope reminded her at the opportune moment.

"Of course, I assure you," Han Fei immediately patted his chest and said, "absolutely no third person will know what happened here today."

“You had better be able to do that, young man,” the Pope said earnestly.

"rest assured."

Han Fei nodded, instinctively preparing to leave.

But then I thought, wait a minute, can I touch this PCS system?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little eager to try it out. He looked up at the PCS system and said, "Can I touch you?"

"You..."

The Pope sighed, remarking that Han Fei, this young man, had truly embodied the phrase "taking an inch and wanting a mile" to the fullest extent.

In the past, the Pope would have definitely shot him, but now, the Pope is not so harsh.

After all, the secret has been exposed, so touching it isn't really anything too outrageous.

In later generations, the Exias even painted graffiti on Him!

[Under evaluation...]

[Conclusion generated: Han Fei is allowed to touch it]

"You are not allowed to do anything else, understand?" the Pope earnestly reminded him from the side.

"Hey, trust me, old man, I'm actually a pretty reliable person."

Han Fei patted his chest, jogged over to the PCS system, reached out and touched it, muttering, "PCS, no, the Supreme Law, can I touch the big red? I want a big red."

[Input condition: Wish to "touch the big red"]

[Target: Han Fei]

[This can be satisfied]

The familiar search interface appeared in Han Fei's line of sight, followed by a black twelve-segment object.

"Huh?!"

Han Fei was immediately shocked.

P.S.: I suggest everyone turn on the air conditioning in this weather. This afternoon, the high temperature caused my SSD to crash. I'm speechless. At 3:30, I was thinking of harvesting some vegetables and writing some articles when I got a blue screen. After restarting, it immediately froze. I restarted it again, and then a screen popped up to start diagnosing my computer, and then another screen popped up saying it was repairing the disk. This process took more than an hour.

I waited until 12 o'clock, but it still didn't work, so I simply removed the SSD and started trying to install the system on the old mechanical hard drive. That old mechanical hard drive, a ten-year veteran, tormented me all night, and it wasn't finished until midnight. And that wasn't the end of it; the memory tormented me for another hour or so. It was pure torture.

Everyone else is busy attacking prisons in the game, but I'm stuck in my study being imprisoned.

Now it's a 10-year-old mechanical hard drive system with 4GB of RAM. All I can say is that it takes five minutes of hardware lag after booting up before it can be used. Anyone understand?

Volume 1: Chapter 120 Lemon Tea

At this moment, Han Fei displayed astonishing hand speed.

The moment the twelve-slot item appeared, Han Fei immediately swapped it.

Forget about this and that, just get into my backpack first!

In that instant, he stuffed all the messy things, including military-grade canned lemon tea, back into the PCS system, replacing them with a heavy, substantial red item.

Blade servers.

There was only one blade server in the PCS system. Han Fei didn't linger, immediately withdrew his hand, and looked up.

The technologically advanced circular matrix still appeared to be functioning normally. He then turned to look at the Pope, whose halo was still shining brightly.

Clearly, everything is functioning normally.

This made Han Fei secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he chuckled to himself – why am I so afraid?

My searches always generate objects out of thin air, not actually disassemble parts from a machine and pull out a blade server. How could PCS possibly break down?

As for the things that were put back...

How could a supercomputer from a pre-civilization be so fragile?

Thinking of this, Han Fei immediately felt at ease.

He turned around, touched the Law itself once more, and then took out the two cans of lemon tea that had been stuffed inside, holding them in his hand.

During this process, he had his back to the Pope, and his movements were fluid and natural, without any flaws. He was not worried about the Pope noticing that something was wrong with him.

The next second, he came running back to the Pope with two cans of lemon tea, handed him one can, and said, "Here, Your Holiness, have a drink, let's go out."

The Pope's gaze lingered on the PCS for a moment before he finally accepted the can of beverage with the unfamiliar logo.

“Let’s go,” his voice regained its calm, “Remember, what we’re doing today ends with you and me.”

"Don't worry!" Han Fei patted his chest to assure him, and walked side by side with the Pope toward the exit.

The heavy metal door closed silently behind him. Han Fei pulled the ring with a "click," carefully took a sip, and the sweet and sour taste melted on his tongue.

"Tsk, the taste is not bad." He commented subconsciously.

The Pope, who was opening a can next to him, turned his head and glanced at him upon hearing this: "You haven't tried it before?"

"Really not," Han Fei said honestly, with the shrewdness typical of a street vendor, "This stuff is really expensive, how could I afford to drink it?"

Han Fei is a slacker, and he really couldn't bear to spend money on this expensive lemon tea. He honestly exchanged it for Warm Huff Coins.

The Pope also took a sip, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "Indeed, frugal."

Finally, he pursed his lips and said, "It tastes pretty good. Where did you buy it?"

Han Fei had no idea about this. He subconsciously tried to recall where he had gotten the lemon tea from in his bag, and then the image of the manhole cover in Lateran immediately came to mind.

He still remembers that on the day he first arrived in Lateran, he pulled a can of lemon tea out of a manhole cover.

Thinking of this, Han Fei's expression became somewhat subtle.

So much time had passed that the contents of his backpack had long since changed positions, to the point that he couldn't even remember whether the can of lemon tea he pulled out of the manhole was the one in his hand or the one in the Pope's hand.

"What's wrong?" The Pope noticed that Han Fei's expression was a little off.

"What's wrong?" The Pope keenly noticed his unusual behavior.

"Uh, it's nothing, it's nothing!" Han Fei quickly waved his hand, speaking vaguely, "This lemon tea was a gift from a friend, I don't know where it's from."

"Oh." The Pope neither confirmed nor denied, and took another sip.

Seeing that the old man seemed quite satisfied, Han Fei immediately and wisely kept his mouth shut, not wanting him to know that this thing might have come from a manhole cover.

Before long, the two returned to the bright hall on the upper floor.

Upon seeing the two return, Remy immediately came to greet them, her pink eyes filled with concern: "How did it go? Did you get things done?"

"It's done."

Han Fei nodded and said, "Everything went smoothly, and Texas and I are now able to leave."

"That's great!" Remy An breathed a sigh of relief, her bright smile returning like sunshine dispelling the gloom. "Now we don't have to rush so much, right?"

Seeing this, the Pope coughed deliberately, and said with a playful old man's tone, "Sigh, it seems no one cares whether this old man is tired or not."

Remien immediately turned to the Pope, bowed slightly, and said in a respectful yet affectionate tone, "Thank you for your hard work, Your Holiness."

In front of the young girls, the Pope reverted to his usual smiling and amiable elder persona, a stark contrast to the ruthless guardian in the basement.

Facing Remian's bright smile, Han Fei hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "It seems more urgent now. I only have about two minutes left to evacuate. If I can't evacuate immediately, I'll need to pull the switch again."

Remian's smile froze instantly. She turned her head sharply, staring blankly at Han Fei, her eyes filled with confusion and unexpected disappointment: "This...so soon? Isn't this a bit too sudden?"

Not only her, but Mostima, Fiameta and others also showed surprise.

Remuel spoke up directly, saying, "What? Time is so tight, we don't have a chance to say goodbye properly."

"It wasn't really that sudden..."

Han Fei scratched his head. He could clearly feel the strong reluctance emanating from Remianne, but all farewells must come eventually.

Texas had already silently walked to Han Fei's side, and said simply and clearly: "I'm ready."

Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable support.

The atmosphere in the hall was on the verge of sinking into a deep abyss of sorrow and parting. The Pope gently shook his head, his gentle voice flowing in like a warm current: "Alright, children, why be like this?"

He looked at Han Fei, his gaze calm and tolerant: "How much longer can you stay here?"

"Less than twenty-four hours, theoretically I can stay until tomorrow morning," Han Fei replied.

"Then, come again tomorrow."

The Pope smiled kindly and looked at the young people present. “I will arrange everything. You don’t need to worry. Come back tomorrow to turn on the power, and then, with the blessings of your friends, bid farewell to Lateran without any regrets.”

This was a wonderful surprise. Remian's eyes lit up again, and she looked at the Pope with gratitude: "Thank you so much, Your Holiness!"

"It's just a small thing."

The Pope waved his hand, his smile warm, "Alright, children, if there's nothing else, you can leave now. Han Fei, you stay."

Although the girls were somewhat puzzled, they still took their leave as instructed.

Before turning around, Texas gave Han Fei a deep look, her gaze sharp as a knife, yet also filled with concern—call me if you need anything.

Han Fei returned a reassuring smile, indicating that she could rest assured.

The matter has been resolved. Pope Ivangelista XI is a kind man, so there's no need to worry that he might suddenly change his tune. He simply summoned the cavalry to capture Han Fei.

Once the crisp footsteps faded into the distance, only the two of them remained in the hall.

The Pope paced slowly, his aged voice carrying the weight of a lifetime of experience: "As people grow old, they inevitably become more talkative. But I hope you will take what I'm about to say to heart."

"How could that be?" Han Fei smiled and flattered, "An elder like you would naturally impart valuable experience and teachings; how could it be considered verbose?"

The Pope waved his hand with a smile, but his expression gradually became extremely solemn. He said, "Since you can be protected by Him, you are not an enemy of Lateran, but a friend of Lateran. It is precisely because of this that I will say a few more words to you."

“I can tell that the children have a good impression of you. They genuinely care about you and trust you.”

Han Fei nodded and said, "Indeed."

"Then I hope you won't tell anyone else, including them, understand?"

"Row."

Han Fei nodded repeatedly and immediately agreed.

The Pope's voice lowered, carrying an undeniable authority and profound love: "They are the best of their generation. I remember each of their names. I can say that I have witnessed their growth, and they are like my own children."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sharp and fixed on Han Fei, each word heavy with weight: "If, I mean if, you let them down, or even hurt them, I will let you know that even an old person can be terrifying when angry."