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

Of course, we need to activate the cards for the president's office and the medical conference room at Baksh. We've already activated them once, so why keep them?

Therefore, a full-scale attack on Bakshi would suffice.

In theory, these two cards would be more suitable for Remuel, but in reality, Remuel is still in a learning phase.

At that time, it was enough to let them work on the dam; there was no need to send them to other places.

It's not too late to go to Bakshi once they've become more familiar with the war zone.

"Wow, that's great! I want to go too."

Remuel watched Texas's departing figure, and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

"Isn't simulation fun?" Han Fei asked softly.

"Actually, it's not bad."

Remuel scratched his head. "It's just too weak. I don't really like it. After going in, I felt like I wasn't myself anymore."

"I'm a little afraid that if I stay in the simulation for too long, I won't be used to my own body anymore."

"There's no need to keep going in, is there?"

Han Fei could understand this perfectly well. Terra's superhuman physique was far superior to that of Delta Force operators. Suddenly transforming from a superhuman into an ordinary person would naturally be difficult for them to adjust to.

"It depends on the situation. If you get bored, go play some simulation games," Han Fei said softly. "If you don't want to go, you can go back to Terra for a vacation."

"Leave this to me."

Remianne naturally wrapped her arms around her sister, her gaze falling on Han Fei: "I will take good care of them."

Han Fei smiled and said, "I feel at ease with you here."

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They said they would depart in two hours, but in reality, Han Fei was already in front of the large pillar of the Special Operations Department one hour and forty minutes later, waiting for Theresa and Texas.

Start preparing your gear in advance to avoid being overwhelmed.

The first one to meet up with Han Fei was not Texas, but Theresa.

She no longer wore that familiar dress; instead, she tied her long hair into a ponytail and changed into a very ordinary hoodie and casual pants, with sunglasses covering half of her face.

With that outfit—hood up and sunglasses on—who would guess she's Theresa?

"How does it feel, boss?"

Theresa lowered her head slightly, her beautiful eyes peeking out from above her sunglasses. "Do you still recognize me?"

"Whose urban girl is this?" Han Fei asked, feigning surprise.

Theresa was clearly satisfied with Han Fei's answer. A slight smile played on her lips, and her eyes crinkled as she asked, "Where are we going?"

"I don't know yet, let's wait and see."

Han Fei shrugged. Before landing, he had no idea where this weapon would be thrown.

Rather than considering those things, Han Fei was more pragmatic and said, "I'll equip you with the necessary gear."

"it is good."

Theresa nodded slightly.

This is definitely a top-secret Bakshi. The 35 armor is easy to get; four helmets, four armor pieces, a decent bag, and a chest accessory should be enough.

In this regard, Han Fei felt there was no need to save money and directly equipped Theresa with brand new four-armor and four-head armor.

Theresa immediately felt the negative effects.

However, because Han Fei didn't activate his equipment display, Theresa's appearance still looked like that of a youthful and beautiful young girl.

"It really is amazing."

Theresa said, "Only with the permission you grant me can I remove this set of equipment, and it won't be visible from the outside."

Han Fei responded, "Of course. By the way, would you like to see what you look like with your gear on, or like this?"

Theresa nodded almost without hesitation, saying, "I'd like to see."

So Han Fei opened the equipment display, and the next second Theresa was wearing that headgear.

A classic hearing aid with 100 endurance armor.

The reason for choosing 100 endurance is that Texas demonstrated the correct resistance to negative buffs last time.

Therefore, Han Fei chose this armor because it has fewer negative effects and its durability is slightly higher than that of Asarahavk's armor.

"I'm going to look in the mirror."

Theresa ran off as she spoke.

"Go ahead, and we'll discuss what gun you'll use when you come back," Han Fei said with a smile.

He did see what Theresa looked like at that moment.

To be honest, it doesn't quite match that outfit; it's better to just hide your equipment.

As a result, the two angel sisters arrived not long after Theresa left.

"Hey, boss, why are you all alone?" Remy asked curiously.

"I wanted to ask that too."

Han Fei shrugged. "Theresa just passed by, you didn't run into her, right? Texas is probably doing something else too."

"I didn't meet him."

Remi'an walked to Han Fei's side, looked him up and down, her eyes full of concern, and said, "Don't do anything reckless while I'm not here. Be careful, and promise me you'll come back safely, okay?"

"it is good."

Han Fei said softly, "I promise you, I will bring them back safely."

No sooner had the words left her lips than a crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from not far away.

This commotion naturally caught Han Fei's attention, because he remembered that no one in the family seemed to wear high heels regularly.

As Han Fei looked in that direction, Texas appeared naturally in front of him.

Texas's attire today is completely different from yesterday's.

The well-tailored black suit clung to her slender waist, outlining her elegant curves.

The crisp trousers had a beautiful drape, and as she walked, the cuffs lifted slightly, revealing glimpses of her ankles encased in black stockings—a patch of snow-white skin peeking through the black fabric, making her particularly eye-catching.

She was wearing her signature red-soled high heels, the same pair she had specially worn for Han Fei last time.

The sound of the heels striking the ground was crisp and rhythmic, each step feeling like it was treading on the tip of one's heart.

What's even more amazing is that she somehow found a pair of gold-rimmed non-reflective glasses, which she lightly placed on her pert nose.

Behind the glasses, her beautiful heterochromatic eyes remained aloof, yet the small accessory added a touch of intellect. At this moment, she looked exactly like a restrained, aloof secretary who had stepped out of the office of a business elite.

Black stockings covering her shapely legs in tailored trousers, the deadly allure of red-soled stilettos, an icy expression that keeps strangers at bay, and a meticulously tailored uniform—this is more than just something that appeals to Han Fei's aesthetic.

It was practically a personal concert on his XP system, with three encores.

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Han Fei's eyes widened, and he was almost unable to react for a moment.

He truly hadn't expected that Texas would voluntarily change into a completely different outfit.

What's even more remarkable is that it's the kind of uniform he personally favors—straight, austere, yet silently emphasizing curves.

"boss."

Texas gently pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, her gaze behind the lenses calmly fixed on Han Fei, who was staring blankly at her. Seeing his focused expression, a faint yet real joy flickered in her heart.

Ultimately, she still hoped to gain his approval.

After all, this was an outfit she had mentally prepared herself to wear. If it didn't elicit even a moment of his distraction or a word of affirmation, wouldn't all her previous hesitation and courage have been meaningless?

"very beautiful."

It wasn't until he heard Texas's voice that Han Fei seemed to snap out of his daze and exclaimed sincerely, "It suits you perfectly, really."

"Ah."

Texas responded softly, a glint of light flashing in her eyes like ripples spreading from a pebble thrown into a still lake—slight, yet undeniably present.

Remyane, standing nearby, keenly noticed the fleeting joy in Texas's eyes, and for a moment, she felt a mix of emotions.

She hadn't known Texas for very long, only about two field missions.

But for Remy, who was good at seeing through people's hearts, this period of time was enough for her to see a person's true nature.

Texas always gave her the impression of being silent and reliable, like a sharp blade sheathed, accustomed to using a mask of cold indifference to wrap her true emotions layer by layer, down-to-earth and resilient, yet difficult to get close to.

Yet this very person now voluntarily shed his protective shell and donned an outfit with a clear purpose—to please Han Fei.

This scene stirred complex emotions within Remy Anne.

She was initially surprised that Texas would take such a bold step, which completely overturned her preconceived notions about the country.

Immediately, a subtle, indescribable sense of pride quietly arose within her—in her view, Texas's actions were undoubtedly "provoked" by something.

The source of that stimulation is all too obvious:

Just now, under the pillars in the lobby of the Special Operations Department, she and Han Fei shared a passionate kiss that they couldn't keep secret from others.

Remy couldn't help but smile.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that her unintentional "initiative" had become a catalyst for Texas to lower her guard and face her feelings.

This realization brought a strange sense of satisfaction, as if she had not only won Han Fei's attention, but also indirectly won this aloof companion a silent "approval".

Undoubtedly, Texas felt a strong sense of crisis at that time, so strong that she had to take the initiative to win back Han Fei's attention in this way.

Unlike Texas, Remian did not feel threatened by Texas's current posture.

The reason is simple: Remian has already gotten what she wanted.

Although she paid a small price for it—she also lost her first kiss.

But in exchange, Remian didn't feel like she had lost out.

On the contrary, this kind of exchange is something Remi'an can accept and enjoys.

Therefore, far from feeling jealous, Remianne offered her sincere praise:

"She's dressed very nicely. Texas looks a bit like our boss's secretary now. She seems very reliable."

Texas glanced at Remian and replied softly, "I will do my best."

“It’s not about trying,” Remian’s voice was gentle yet firm, “He really needs you.”

At this point, she suddenly changed the subject and asked with concern, "But, can these shoes really support you in battle?"

Remian's concerns were not unfounded. She herself was a sniper, and even if she fought in high heels, it wouldn't be a problem; she could simply find a high vantage point to aim steadily.

But Texas is a close-combat expert, relying entirely on her lower limbs to maneuver and shift positions in close combat.

The pair of delicate high heels she wore made Remyane wonder if Texas could truly exert her full strength and stand firmly on the battlefield.

"can."

Texas nodded slightly, her tone calm yet confident: "It's simpler than I imagined."

This wasn't the first time she'd worn these shoes. Last time it was more of a deliberate display, but this time it meant truly incorporating them into her daily combat gear. She couldn't possibly ignore their practicality in real combat.

“I tried it in the room.”

Before he finished speaking, Texas suddenly exerted force with his foot!

A series of crisp, rapid sounds of heels striking the floor tiles rang out, and her figure shot out like lightning. Her speed was not affected at all by the slender heels, and in the blink of an eye, she had already rushed in front of Han Fei.

Before Han Fei and Remy could fully react, she retreated at the same speed, landing precisely back at the starting point.

She then demonstrated several difficult moves in succession—a clean front kick, a light jump in place, and a single-leg turnaround kick that requires extremely strong core strength and balance.

Every movement was as steady as a rock. Those seemingly fragile high heels under her feet seemed to become a weapon extending from her body, rather than a constraint.

Finally, Texas straightened up, her back ramrod straight, and said casually, "Ordinary battles should be fine, but there might be risks in high-intensity continuous combat."

"However, I had considered the possibility of that situation, so as a backup plan, I brought a different pair of shoes."

Texas said casually, "I will replace it if necessary."