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

Han Fei nodded solemnly, then raised his shield and walked toward the Rusty Bronze Knight.

The rusty bronze knight wore a mask, obscuring his expression, but the constant chuckles emanating from beneath it revealed that he was utterly fearless.

Coincidentally, Han Fei was the same.

The next second, the two accelerated simultaneously; one was a Kazimierz knight in full armor, and the other was a shield dog equipped with heavy blast protection.

It's no exaggeration to say that these two people are like two dump trucks.

Soon, the collision occurred.

The two dump trucks collided, and the clanging sound of metal striking metal startled countless birds into flight.

At the very center of the collision, one staggered back two steps, while the other remained as steady as a mountain.

The Rusty Bronze Knight is naturally the former.

He regained his footing, and for the first time, a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes behind the mask.

The Rusty Bronze Knight's eyesight wasn't bad; he could clearly see that there wasn't even a trace of a collision on Han Fei's shield, let alone any markings.

If he weren't the person involved, the Rusty Bronze Knight would have even doubted whether he had hit the wrong person, otherwise how could there be no trace left?

You should know that he had fought at least eighty or a hundred shielded knights, and the shields of ordinary knights were no match for his one-handed axe.

He had shattered many shields and seen countless expressions of panic behind them.

Unfortunately, this time things went wrong with Han Fei.

But soon, it was replaced by a new kind of contempt.

"It seems he has some ability."

He paused, but there was not a trace of contempt in his words.

"But not much."

"Really? Should I be a little proud of myself then?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, his bright eyes beneath the heavy blast helmet filled with amusement.

He wasn't affected by the Rusty Bronze Knight at all, since he did have some knowledge of the Rusty Bronze Knight.

This guy loves this tactic: verbally attacking his enemies and constantly breaking down their psychological defenses.

Once the opponent is influenced by emotions and gets into a state of overconfidence, there's a high probability that he will win.

But Han Fei wasn't so clueless. He said expressionlessly, "Whether I have the ability or not, it's not enough to just talk about it."

He lifted his foot and continued, "Use your body to prove my strength."

"I bet tomorrow morning, the headlines in Kazimierz will be: The famous Rusty Bronze Knight stripped naked and tied to a tree in the park?"

The Rusty Bronze Knight was taken aback for a moment, a subtle look in his eyes, before bursting into laughter: "That's a funny joke, hahaha, you've successfully made me laugh."

Han Fei ignored him, raised his hand, took out a small prop, and casually tossed it aside.

"Razor net thrown!"

Actually, Han Fei hadn't used this skill much before.

There's no other reason, it's just in the way, there's no opportunity.

Previously, when Han Fei chose the Shield Dog, he rarely needed to use this skill.

—He has never played 1v1, and even less so indoor 1v0.

Most of the time, Han Fei was still fighting with people outside.

Outside, the effect of this razor wire is barely noticeable.

It's such a small area, how could people not go around it?

But now that it's 1v1, we have to use skills directly.

In an instant, two clusters of barbed wire bloomed on the ground, gleaming in the bright moonlight, giving off a chilling and fierce feeling.

However, the Rusty Copper Knight didn't care at all.

He even kicked it, saying contemptuously, "What a piece of junk."

The Bronze Knight was naturally not afraid of this thing. He was a proper fully armored knight, wearing metal combat boots, not some kind of athletic or casual shoes.

The barbed wire was kicked, and the sharp metal blades collided with each other, making a crisp, tinkling sound, like the ringing of a death wind chime.

The rusty bronze knight glanced at his feet; his boots were intact. He said, "Is that all?"

"Then go to die!"

As he spoke, he neither dodged nor avoided, and stepped directly into the area of ​​the barbed wire.

It was only at this moment that the Rusty Bronze Knight realized how disgusting this thing was and what a huge mistake he had made.

As he walked, the barbed wire wrapped around his legs like thorny vines. It was incredibly tight, and no matter how hard he tried to lift his feet to get rid of it, he couldn't shake his legs off.

What's even more subtle is that, even though he was a fully armored knight, when he was actually entangled by this thing, he still felt a faint stinging sensation in his body.

Although it wasn't particularly painful, the stinging sensation was exceptionally clear with every step.

So much so that the Rusty Bronze Knight felt an urge to ignore Han Fei for now and focus on getting rid of the things wrapped around his legs.

But he dared not.

The enemy is right in front of us; being distracted will only lead to our death.

Just then, Han Fei made a move.

Then, the Rusty Bronze Knight witnessed something that defied all logic.

The barbed wire seemed to recognize its master; even though Han Fei stepped on it and it made a metallic clanging sound, none of the barbed wire entangled his legs.

"damn it!"

The Rusty Bronze Knight cursed and instinctively gripped his one-handed axe tighter.

The next second, he saw Han Fei crash into him again like a dump truck.

The Bronze Knight took a deep breath, and the one-handed axe in his hand even emitted a cold, blood-red light.

However, this is of no use.

Han Fei accelerated and charged straight at him.

"be honest!"

clang! !

The clanging of metal even drowned out the gunshots. The rusted bronze knight was knocked to the ground, his back hitting the earth with a dull thud.

Then, the rusty bronze knight went numb.

He was completely trapped in the barbed wire, and it was extremely difficult for him to get up.

With each movement of the rusty bronze knight, the barbed wire would make a "clinking" sound and then tighten its grip.

And just then, the gunfire stopped perfectly.

"It's all taken care of, boss."

Texas returned to Han Fei's side, her longsword, which had not been wiped clean, was covered in blood.

After Han Fei took over the Rust Copper Knights, Texas went to deal with the thugs who had come to join the Rust Copper Knights' cause.

Then, Theresa returned.

"It's quite interesting."

She was still wearing those sunglasses, holding the M7's rear grip in one hand, raising the gun high. "Although it's not quite the same as the guns from Laterano, it's surprisingly easy to use."

"Kill them all?" Han Fei's expression was subtle.

If this were in the wilderness, Han Fei wouldn't even bat an eye if he killed them.

Let alone Han Fei, Texas and Theresa are the same, aren't they?

The former is a mafia heiress, while the latter has fought countless battles to defend Kazdel.

But we're in Kazimierz now, we can't play like this. They don't have that much time to clean up the mess, but if we don't clean it up, the first cleaner to come here tomorrow will probably faint.

Theresa reproachfully said, "How could I be so cruel? I just rendered them unable to fight."

“Yes, killing them all rashly could cause unnecessary trouble for our subsequent operations,” Texas said calmly.

The Bronze Knight didn't speak, but his mind was already full of plans.

Tonight is undoubtedly a disaster.

But the Bronze Knight is no ordinary knight. Once he gets back, dealing with these tourists from out of town will be a piece of cake.

Just as he was thinking this, he felt someone's gaze fall on his mask.

The rusty bronze knight looked up and saw Han Fei.

For some reason, looking at his calm gaze, the Rusty Bronze Knight suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

"Indeed, killing them all is definitely not an option."

Han Fei looked at the rusty bronze knight's mask and raised an eyebrow, saying, "But we're not easy to bully either, are we?"

Just as Han Fei was about to collect some interest, a man's voice that sounded rather young suddenly rang out.

"No wonder there was such a commotion."

Han Fei glanced to the side and saw a blurry figure in the shadows. He couldn't see it clearly, but he could make out that the figure's clothes were bluish-green and there was a bow behind him.

"Wow, it's quite lively here. Ah, isn't that our Rusty Bronze Knight? Why is he still lying on the ground?"

Han Fei couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could tell from the silhouette that he was a standard-sized adult male.

Based on this information, Han Fei had a vague idea – could this be someone from the Wuzha Alliance?

The assassins of the Unarmored Alliance seem to be all archers.

But for the moment, Han Fei couldn't really think of anyone else in the Wuzhou Alliance besides Bai Jin.

So Han Fei simply asked, "Who are you?"

A soft laugh came from the shadows: "Who I am is not important. What's important is how you got involved with this guy. It's quite troublesome."

"Our Rusty Bronze Knight has quite a few connections. If you kill him, you and your friends will find it difficult to move an inch in Kazimierz."

“If you don’t kill him, I think our Rust Bronze Knight is very petty and vengeful.”

What would you do?

"A very interesting question."

Han Fei glanced down at the rusty bronze knight on the ground and said with interest, "What if you cripple him? Once he's no longer of any use, will his friends still help him?"

The rusty bronze knight remained silent, his eyes fixed on Han Fei's gaze.

“This is not a good option,” the man in the shadows said. “His sponsor friends will be angry.”

Han Fei couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "So what do you mean?"

Killing is bad, letting go is bad, crippling is also bad.

"I?"

The man pointed to himself and then chuckled, "I didn't mean anything by it. I'm not your commander. I'm just a passerby who happened to be passing by and found it interesting."

Han Fei had initially believed him, but now he didn't, squinting at him suspiciously.

The man in the shadows remained unmoved, his voice calm and undisturbed: "If you don't know what to do, hand him over to me, and I'll clean up the mess for you."

"Do you want them alive or dead?" Han Fei asked.

"Uh……"

The man visibly paused, the knuckles of his leather gloves making a slight "creaking" sound. Moonlight swept across his taut jawline, illuminating a moment of astonishment.

He couldn't help but chuckle, "You're quite an interesting fellow. Of course I'm going to live; I'm not your cleaner."

"is it?"

Han Fei looked at the blurry figure with amusement, "I thought it was you."

Upon hearing this, the man's light chuckle vanished.