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

Remy was taken aback at first, then reached out and poked Han Fei's chest, saying softly, "At least you have a conscience."

"Yes, it's guaranteed."

Han Fei said with a grin, "Then we have to wash the pots and pans properly after eating?"

The principle is correct, but the way it's phrased is a bit too crude. What does "washing the pot" even mean?!

Remianne was feeling embarrassed at the time, and her inner self was far less composed than she appeared. Upon hearing these words, she immediately felt a little ashamed and annoyed.

She raised her right foot, which wasn't yet wearing a small leather shoe, and instinctively kicked Han Fei in the face, blushing as she said, "What are you saying? What 'washing the pot'? That's awful."

Han Fei was caught off guard and was kicked to the ground. He scratched his head and said, "I was just saying."

"Humph."

Remien put on her shoes herself and said, "I'm ignoring you!"

With that, he dashed off.

However, their hurried manner made it seem more like they were fleeing in a disheveled state.

Han Fei watched Remi'an's retreating figure and couldn't help but smile, chuckling, "What? Sister An has such a cute side?"

In my memory, Remianne has always been gentle and dignified, like an elegant and proper older sister. But now, her back view has a touch of girlish charm.

However, Han Fei didn't dislike it that way.

After all, girls are always fickle.

He got up and stretched, smacked his lips, and said, "Not bad at all, ice cream."

Immediately, he lay down on the large bed, savoring the faint fragrance lingering in the room, and reminisced, "Tsk, I'm probably going to have a pink dream tonight."

…………

Silent all night.

The next day, Han Fei was unusually late for getting up.

It wasn't until almost noon that Han Fei was awakened by a knock on the door.

He stared at the sleepy-looking man, walked over, opened the door, and said, "Who is it?"

"It's me, boss. What are you doing? Get up."

Remuel put her hands on her hips and said, "Get up! It's already noon, the sun's high in the sky!"

"Oh."

Han Fei couldn't help but yawn. "Wait for me, I'm going to wash up."

"uh-huh?"

Seeing Han Fei looking so tired, Remy couldn't help but ask, "Boss, did you go thieving last night? Didn't you sleep at all?"

"Ugh, don't even mention it, I didn't sleep very well."

Han Fei waved his hand, saying that he had gone back to bed as soon as Remy An left last night.

But I didn't sleep very well. At first, I couldn't fall asleep at all. As soon as I closed my eyes, some rather erotic images would appear.

He tossed and turned in bed, and after what seemed like an eternity, he finally managed to fall asleep.

Then he dreamed that many, many feet fell from the sky, and each one was an ice cream, a big ice cream.

Unfortunately, this was not a beautiful dream, but a nightmare.

Each one that lands could crush a house!

So Han Fei started playing hopscotch.

He couldn't dodge in time and got stepped on, which startled him awake.

After waking up, I couldn't fall back asleep and started tossing and turning again.

And so, it turned out like this.

"I'll wash up first."

Han Fei yawned again. "Wait for me."

"Row."

Remuel followed her in naturally, sat down in a chair, and said, "Boss, so have you decided on the candidates for the next mission?"

Han Fei was in the bathroom at the moment, with a toothbrush in his mouth. Hearing the noise, he mumbled, "I'll talk to you later. I have something else to tell you."

"Oh."

Remy responded and remained silent, sitting obediently in her chair waiting for Han Fei to come out.

A short while later, Han Fei finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, asking, "Where is everyone now?"

"in the canteen."

Remuel stood up and said, "My older sister is making desserts over there. She said she wants everyone to try Lateran's cooking."

"Okay, let's go to the cafeteria then."

Han Fei led Leimule out of the room and headed towards the cafeteria.

Remy followed Han Fei, chattering, "Oh, by the way, boss, the new logistics manager is quite nice."

Han Fei didn't stop walking and turned to ask, "What's wrong?"

“Last night, while we were all asleep, she replenished all the daily necessities the base needed, so now the canteen has everything,” Remuel explained. “She also specially prepared a lot of dessert ingredients for us; she’s so thoughtful.”

"Really? That's good." Han Fei nodded knowingly. "So, where is she now?"

"sleeping."

Remüller explained, "She seems to have a different schedule than us; she's nocturnal."

"Let her be."

Han Fei disagreed. Kroos was a blood demon who was active at night and hibernating during the day. There was no need to interfere too much in this matter.

Since she likes it, let her live her life as she pleases.

"Oh."

Remy responded with a soft "yes".

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the entrance of the cafeteria.

As soon as he got close, Han Fei smelled a sweet scent.

Without hesitation, he walked straight in and saw the girls sitting in a row at the table, while Remien was carrying two servings of tiramisu that looked delicious, and gracefully walking towards the table.

Han Fei's arrival undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention, and in an instant, several pairs of eyes fell on Han Fei.

"boss."

"good afternoon."

"..."

Various different timbres sounded simultaneously.

"Good afternoon."

Han Fei nodded slightly, sat down next to the girls, and chuckled, "So is it dessert time at noon? Is there any for me?"

"Of course."

Remianne placed the desserts on the table and smiled at Han Fei, saying, "How could I forget you? I made these little egg tarts especially for you."

Han Fei's expression froze instantly: "Uh..."

Even though cactus tarts are supposed to be associated with the Pope, after Remi's prank last time, Han Fei now thinks of the cactus tart she gave him whenever he thinks of egg tarts.

"Look how scared you are."

Remien bent down, reached out and poked Han Fei's forehead from across the table, and chuckled, "It's not a cactus tart, I know you don't like it."

"What is a cactus tart?" Theresa asked at the opportune moment.

"Yes, it's a dessert developed by our Pope."

Remien briefly explained to Theresa the untold stories of Han Fei and Cactus Tat.

After hearing Remian's explanation, Theresa became interested and said softly, "I'm tempted to try it. What magic does this cactus tart have that makes our boss freeze at the mere mention of the word 'egg tart'?"

"No, believe me, you won't like it," Han Fei said seriously.

"is it?"

Theresa didn't seem to care and said softly, "We'll have to try to find out."

“Okay, I’ll make you something tonight,” Remy said. “Our logistics manager has prepared a lot of materials, but we don’t have any cacti yet. I’ll ask her to go and buy some after she wakes up.”

"Tsk, you're quite curious."

Han Fei shook his head. Since Theresa was so determined, he naturally wouldn't try to persuade her any further. He then said:

"After we finish eating, I'll announce something about the personnel for the next mission."

"But before that, let's eat!"

Volume 1: Chapter 183 Dreaming Back to the Dam

After lunch and cleaning up the dishes, everyone sat in a row in front of Han Fei.

Although the term "boss" is often used jokingly, Han Fei's words usually carry weight.

Not to mention, at that time, Han Fei personally said that he had something to announce, so naturally he would not be negligent.

Han Fei didn't do anything else. After briefly explaining the new mechanism, he said, "So, the partners who stay at the base don't need to worry about having nothing to do."

"I think I understand."

Texas nodded slightly and said, "So, the tasks of the operators who stay behind are simpler, is that what you mean?"

"Well, it's not that simple either."

Han Fei scratched his head and said, "We still need to go all out, after all, it would be a huge loss if the evacuation failed."

"But the problem is, it seems that only two of the women here have experience using firearms."

Theresa said with some concern, "The only time I used a firearm was yesterday at the firing range."

Upon hearing this, a hint of worry flashed in Texas's eyes.

Texas is a master of assassination; give her a longsword, and she has absolute confidence in herself.

Texas wasn't sure if she could use a gun.

Only a very small number of people in the Syracuse family used firearms.

For example, that old angel who always looks like he hasn't woken up yet.

Bows and crossbows and cold weapons were the daily life of the Syracuseans.

"Don't worry, we are here!"

Remule, on the other hand, was very confident. As the top marksman in Laterano, she was confident that she could carry a completely useless teammate if she were with her sister.

"Then let's do this."

Seeing everyone's doubts, Han Fei said, "Although there is a 15-day cooldown, we can enter once now. Texas and Theresa, who will go? Remy and I will help you out."

Theresa glanced at Texas instinctively, then said softly, "Then let Miss Texas do it."

"Me too, that's fine too."

Texas didn't refuse and readily agreed, "I'd like to see what's going on here too."

"OK, then Texas, the boss, and I will go together!"

Remy asked with great interest, "Boss, boss, when do we set off?"

"Let's do it now, quickly and decisively, and get back as soon as possible," Han Fei said.

"Row."

"Is there anything I need to prepare?" Texas asked.

"No need, I'll handle the preparations," Han Fei said.