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

At that moment, Han Fei heard Texas's voice behind him.

"Boss, I'm going to the shooting range now. If you need anything, you can find me there."

Han Fei turned to look at Texas, and in the girl's eyes, he saw determination.

Clearly, Texas has set her sights on becoming a gun expert.

Upon hearing this, Remy immediately leaned out and excitedly said, "Me too!"

"Texas, I'm amazing! With me teaching you, you'll definitely be able to do it!"

Volume 1: Chapter 189 Sister

Han Fei was watching when he suddenly heard his logistics manager, Kroos, speak.

"Hey boss, shouldn't this warehouse be upgraded?"

"Huh? Is it not enough?"

Han Fei glanced at it subconsciously and saw that there were still quite a few storage compartments in the warehouse; it wasn't full.

"There are quite a lot, aren't there?"

“It’s enough for now, but not necessarily next time,” Kroos said, frowning. “If you bring this much stuff every time you come back, you might not be able to fit it all in after just two or three trips!”

Upon hearing this, Han Fei sighed with emotion.

So, it turns out I can also experience a margin call?

But then I thought, this warehouse really does deserve to be blown up.

Everyone else has their own warehouse, but here a whole group of people share one warehouse. Under these circumstances, it would be strange if the warehouse could even be used.

"Then you can raise it as you see fit, just don't bankrupt it."

Han Fei generously delegated authority to Kroos.

Now that the logistics manager was in charge, Han Fei didn't want to go back to the Special Operations Division every day and still have to keep an eye on the warehouse and the Special Operations Division.

Too troublesome!

Fighting and killing is already exhausting enough, but when you get home you still have to keep an eye on the Special Operations Department, so there's really no time to relax or rest.

“You’re right, then I’ll do it myself,” Kroos said. “You guys made quite a bit of money this time, boss, I’d like to request a budget to revamp the Special Operations Division!”

"can."

Han Fei nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Five hundred thousand should be about right. We can talk about it if it's not enough."

"Row."

Kroos readily agreed.

"But why did you think of reforming the Special Operations Division?" Han Fei asked, somewhat surprised.

"Because I walked around and this place felt dilapidated, like it had been abandoned," Kroos explained. "The workbench can be unlocked through upgrades, but as an engineer, that's not enough for me!"

"Then you can handle it as you see fit."

Han Fei shrugged. He was willing to delegate authority anyway, and now that this matter sounded reasonable, he would let Kroos do what she wanted.

"Okay, then I'll get to work."

Kroos simply jogged away.

Han Fei stretched. Although he had only gone to the dam, he was essentially running through the map himself, so he was still a little tired.

This has nothing to do with physical strength; it's simply mental fatigue after doing something.

He instinctively tried to sit on the ground—there were no chairs next to the large pillar of the Secret Service.

Before I could even sit down, I heard someone next to me say, "Are you going to sit on the floor again?"

"Ok?"

Han Fei glanced sideways and saw it was Remy An.

So he smiled and said, "I'm used to it. There aren't any chairs or anything here, so it's more convenient to sit on the ground."

The first time he returned from the dam, which is the Ursus tundra, he sat on the ground, facing the bright white light bulb of the Secret Service, selling things to the trading post all alone.

At that time, he had nothing to do, so he could only sit there, waiting and selling.

Unlike now, even without Kroos, he can still bring someone over to chat while selling his own items.

“Then wait for me a moment,” Remianne said softly.

"What are you going to do?" Han Fei asked, somewhat curious.

Remian simply smiled, offering no direct answer. A moment later, she appeared out of nowhere, bringing a comfortable armchair and placing it securely in front of the Secret Service's iconic large pillar. Turning to him, she smiled and said, "Alright, have a seat."

"Thanks." Han Fei didn't refuse, and sat down in the chair with ease, stretching out his body and leaning back, looking ready to completely relax.

Just then, a pair of soft hands gently rested on his shoulders, massaging them with just the right amount of pressure. Han Fei glanced sideways and, sure enough, it was Remy An.

"Such thoughtful service?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing.

"Hmm~" Remyane let out a sweet nasal sound, her movements still gentle. "Thank you for your hard work, this is a special treat."

"Then I won't be polite." Han Fei smiled, closed his eyes, and began to enjoy the moment.

He doesn't actually know anything about massage techniques, and he rarely goes to professional places, so he can't tell the difference between good and bad techniques.

The only thing I could clearly feel was the softness and warmth of Remien's hands, and the just-right pressure, which was truly relaxing.

Just as he was basking in this comfort, Remian's voice rang out softly: "When is the next field mission?"

"We might have to leave this afternoon."

Han Fei did not open his eyes. Although the immediate financial crisis had been temporarily resolved, the matter on Terra could not be ignored.

Spending long periods of time idly in the Special Operations Department was not his style—not because it was boring, after all, he had so many lovely colleagues around; it was just that he was naturally restless, and he craved the fulfillment and excitement of "engaging in combat, searching, and withdrawing once it was done" more than a comfortable stay.

"You really can't stop," Remian chuckled, then continued, "So, what about the personnel arrangements this time?"

Han Fei opened his eyes, having already considered this, and answered decisively, "I plan to take Texas and Theresa out. As for you, you'll be in a group with Xiao Le and Ines to enter the simulation."

"That's it..."

Remian's hands did not stop moving, and her voice remained gentle, but with a faint hint of disappointment, "I thought you would take me with you this time."

“Xiao Le needs you more,” Han Fei said truthfully, his tone serious. “You saw her performance today. I’m not comfortable letting her lead two newbies by herself. It would be safer for you to lead her, with two people supporting one.”

There's no need to worry about the marksmanship of the two Lateran.

If you're not familiar with the map, it's too dangerous to have Remy carry two others; it's better to have two others carry one.

“That’s true, that child is always a worry.” Remian seemed to recall the dangerous scene from earlier that day, and unconsciously tightened her grip slightly, repeating in a low voice, “Yes, she’s always so reckless.”

"That's why I can feel at ease when you're with me."

Han Fei had just finished speaking when he suddenly felt the pressure on his shoulder stop.

He instinctively turned his head to look.

Just then, Remi'an leaned closer.

In an instant, the distance between the two was brought extremely close, close enough to clearly feel each other's warm breath, so close that something seemed to quietly condense in the air.

A few strands of soft pink hair fell gently, brushing lightly against Han Fei's cheek. The subtle touch brought a slight itch, yet it seemed to directly pluck a chord deep within his heart.

Why did you suddenly turn your head?

Remianne stretched out her fingertip and gently poked Han Fei's cheek, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness, "Turn back quickly."

Han Fei blinked. Actually, he had initially intended to obey—but now, he had changed his mind.

"Sister An."

Han Fei suddenly called out in a low voice, which was gentler than usual.

"Ok?"

Remien tilted her head slightly, her eyes asking a question.

"you're so beautiful."

Han Fei's voice grew softer, like a feather brushing against his heart. Gazing at the beautiful face so close to his, an irrepressible impulse suddenly surged within him, growing and entwining silently and rapidly like vines.

He wanted to kiss her.

This thought did not fade with the passage of time; on the contrary, it became clearer and stronger under the gentle gaze of Remianne.

"Yes, yes..."

Perhaps his gaze was too intense, for even the usually gentle and composed Remianne, like an older sister, was somewhat overwhelmed. She instinctively turned her face away, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of hair. Her voice remained soft, yet a hint of panic crept in: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up..."

"Perhaps it's because the time has come?" Han Fei replied softly, his tone carrying an indescribable tenderness.

He vaguely remembered reading something a long time ago—the closer you are to someone you like, the harder it is to resist the urge to kiss them.

At this moment, Han Fei and Remian were so close that their breathing could be clearly heard.

"Sister An," Han Fei called softly again.

"What's wrong?" she replied softly, still a little embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Eh?"

Remi's eyes widened instantly, as if struck by a sudden, direct attack. She stood there stunned for a moment, even the tips of her ears turning slightly red.

"This...this isn't right...I..."

Before Remianne could finish speaking, Han Fei lowered his head and cut off her words.

Instinctively, she raised her hand and gently pressed it against Han Fei's chest.

Even a usually gentle and composed older sister would inevitably feel flustered when suddenly faced with such a situation—moreover, from a certain perspective, she and Han Fei were both completely inexperienced in this matter.

This sudden attack caught her completely off guard.

Needless to say, this is not a private place, but right next to the most conspicuous pillar in the Secret Service lobby.

The female agents in the Special Operations Department are easily spotted by anyone passing by—how embarrassing would it be if someone else saw them?

Moreover, she never expected that Han Fei would take the initiative!

In past intimate interactions, Han Fei was always the passive one, and she always gently guided the pace.

Now that her identity has been switched so suddenly, she really doesn't know how to cope.

Surprise, shyness, panic, and a hint of excitement—all these emotions intertwined within her, making Remy feel as if her heart was pounding so hard it was about to leap out of her chest.

Thump, thump!

—If this continues, the little deer in my heart might really faint.

However, amidst this chaos and war, Remian suddenly noticed an interesting detail.

This little brother who suddenly became brave seems to only have "bravery" in his body?

His kisses were utterly unskilled, almost as awkward as his young face. He was driven by pure impulse to get close to her, yet he seemed somewhat at a loss as to what to do next.

This discovery was like a clear spring, suddenly extinguishing the panic in her heart.

A strange, sweet surprise quietly spread through her, suddenly putting her at ease.

Calmness gradually returned.

Remianne gently patted Han Fei's shoulder, no longer keeping her eyes closed in tension, but opening her gentle, watery eyes to gaze quietly at the unexpectedly innocent young man before her.

Noticing her movement, Han Fei opened his eyes in confusion.

In the instant their eyes met, he seemed to understand Remien's gaze: Don't rush, relax, let me catch my breath first.

That tolerant and gentle gaze, like a breeze, lightly dispelled his reckless impulsiveness—but the burning passion in his heart did not diminish as a result.

She will be understanding of me.

Realizing this, Han Fei suddenly stopped being in a hurry.

What does it matter if I act a little awkward in front of my older sister?

So he stepped back slightly, his voice low and gentle: "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."

Remien gently raised the corners of her mouth, reached out her finger, and gently wiped away the traces of moisture from the corners of his lips, saying softly, "No need to rush, we can take it slowly."