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

Han Fei casually stuck a small bread roll on the shield, then strode over.

When they were only a few steps away from the Syracuses, Han Fei's jetpack suddenly emitted a white blast of air.

Propelled by the jetpack, Han Fei felt as if he were flying!

But the Syracuses who blocked his way didn't see it that way.

The moment the shield made contact with flesh, the Syracusan facing Han Fei was sent flying backward. The instant he landed, the unfortunate man felt as if he had been run over by a heavy truck, his bones felt like they were shattered, and he was in pain all over.

Before he could utter a sound, a strange sound wave suddenly pierced his eardrums.

With a sharp pain, the unfortunate man's vision went black, and he fell silent.

After clearing a group of Syracuses, Han Fei added a small bread roll to his shield and then shouted:

"Hey, these few guys can't stop me. I know there are a lot of you. Don't keep me waiting too long. Come out and face me!"

P.S.: I met up with a friend for a new book by our teacher, Bei Wangyue Xiaobei: "I'm Doing All Kind of Evil in Terra," a story combining Delta Force, Arknights, and travel.

Brief Introduction: In the year 1095 of the Terra calendar, my city was rated as the safest area in all of Colombia.

I don't know what to do.

Because I've reformed.

......

The emperor of Penguin Logistics couldn't understand it even after a century: how could Sakta, who used to spend five minutes searching for his own coat that he had accidentally left on the sofa and who loved to "treasure hunt" in war ruins, not only survive but also live to become the safety director of Rhine Labs?

Look at what he's saying!

"I don't expect someone like you to understand Rhine Lab!"

Volume 1: Chapter 41 The Shield Dog is in Unrivaled

Han Fei's shouts echoed in the stairwell, sounding extremely arrogant, almost as if he were saying, "Everyone here is trash."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fei saw many Lupo heads peeking out from the gap between the stairs above, each staring at him with a fierce look on their face.

The Syracuses reacted decisively, preferring to respond to Han Fei's provocation with crossbow bolts rather than words.

Before Han Fei could speak again, the Syracuses raised their crossbows and began firing at him relentlessly.

Han Fei raised his large shield and walked step by step upwards, braving the arrows from the Syracuseans.

The firepower of these Syracuses was considered dense at the level of crossbows, but it was simply not enough against the heavy riot shields of the deep blue armor.

For a moment, the entire stairwell was filled with clanging sounds, as every crossbow bolt fired at Han Fei fell helplessly to the ground after hitting the riot shield.

"Hey buddy, are you trying to tickle me?"

Han Fei almost laughed. These Syracuse gangsters were so poorly armed that he didn't even want to shake his shield to protect the observation window.

This is a shield that can withstand even black eggs; how could a cricket crossbow possibly penetrate it?

Seeing Han Fei approaching step by step, the Syracuse chieftain became restless and ordered, "This is a bit tricky. Get the sorcerer over here."

Before long, several sorcerers dressed in light blue suits and wearing hoods hurriedly ran down from upstairs.

The foreman instructed the group, "That guy is well-protected. You go up there. The young lady ordered that no one is allowed to disturb her. Under no circumstances should this person be allowed to go up, otherwise the young lady will be angry, and neither of us can bear her wrath."

"Yes."

The sorcerer accepted the order, ran to the stair railing, peered out, and raised his hands to begin casting a spell.

Han Fei was going upstairs when he suddenly saw several different heads appear. Before he could figure out who they were, several magic orbs came crashing down on him.

"Huh? There are sorcerers too."

Han Fei quickly dashed, a white wave shooting out from his waist, propelling him upwards a distance and dodging the magic orbs.

As a shield-wielding dog, Han Fei was confident in using his large shield to block bullets and crossbow bolts, but he was less confident when it came to Originium Arts.

Whether this riot shield can block magic is still in doubt, and Han Fei doesn't want to conduct experiments at this time.

Seeing that their first attack missed, the family sorcerers raised their hands again and conjured several more spell balls to hurl at Han Fei.

"It's not over, right?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow. The spell orb was flying very fast. Because of his shield, he wasn't running very fast to begin with, and his jet attack was still cooling down. Faced with a new wave of spellcaster attacks, he could only raise his shield to take the hits.

The next second, the spell orbs pierced through his shield and struck his arms, which he was holding in front of him, with precision.

"hiss."

In an instant, the pain from his arm made Han Fei grimace.

"No, the riot shields can't withstand it."

Han Fei gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and pressed his right hand to activate the drone.

"Drone takes off, triggering a shockwave!"

Suddenly, a powerful sound wave pierced through the entire building.

"Wow!"

Within the range of the sound waves, all the glass shattered instantly, and the sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the entire building.

At the same time, the Rupo people who had come all the way from Syracuse knelt down on the ground, covering their ears in anguish.

The sonic shock from the drones was undoubtedly a form of torture for the Rupo people, who have keen hearing.

With the sorcerers kneeling, Han Fei was finally free from the threat of magic. He took out his bison, intending to deal with the troublesome sorcerers, but found that because they were kneeling on the ground, Han Fei had no angle to shoot.

So he put the bison away again and took out Old Black's hand grenade.

Since he still had a riot shield in his hand, Han Fei arrogantly bit off the pin with his teeth and then threw the grenade up.

With a loud boom, an explosion followed by screams, and Han Fei's dash, which was still cooling down, was instantly refreshed.

This is precisely the characteristic of the Dragon: killing an operator refreshes the jet's cooldown, while killing a minion refreshes it by half.

"You like to throw balls at people? Coincidentally, I do too!"

Han Fei wasn't satisfied with just throwing one grenade, so he threw another one up.

Two fragmentation grenades in quick succession blew up the Syracuse thugs above, sending them sprawling.

This is Old Black's grenade, it's incredibly powerful. Even an unarmored GTI Superman couldn't withstand it, one shot would kill!

After being bombarded with two grenades, Han Fei's anger subsided considerably, as did his contempt for Han Fei.

To be honest, he initially looked down on these Syracuse thugs.

The reason is simple: these gangsters were poorly equipped.

Let's not even talk about guns. These things are rare in Terra. They're just gangsters, not Laterano people, so naturally not everyone has one.

Just by looking at their protective gear, you can tell how poorly equipped these Syracuseans are.

Even a lowly soldier like Asara knows to wear a bulletproof vest and a helmet. Although they aren't the best armor or helmets, they at least offer some protection.

These family thugs, each dressed in a suit, were all concerned with appearances, not their lives.

But now, the appearance of the sorcerer has forced Han Fei to abandon his idea of ​​clearing the game without taking damage with the shield dog.

A riot shield can stop bullets, but it can't stop magic.

Since there was someone who could threaten him, Han Fei naturally couldn't continue to play along with these Syracuseans.

Before the drone's ultimate attack ended, Han Fei used a jet propulsion to ascend the stairs, using the jet's acceleration to speed up the stairs.

As soon as he went up to the next floor, he saw one Rupert thug after another kneeling on the ground, covering their ears in pain.

These are all potential problems, and Han Fei can't just let them go unchecked.

He instinctively reached for his gun, but then he thought that the gun was loaded with RIP rounds, which were very expensive, and he wasn't extravagant enough to just throw RIP rounds around at will.

Although he still had some white eggs on him, white eggs are money too!

So he simply took out Shadow Blade and started reaping the rewards.

After killing two thugs, Han Fei frowned.

"This efficiency is too low."

As a dagger, a folding knife does not possess the ability to kill indiscriminately.

With that thought in mind, Han Fei turned his gaze to the large shield.

"It has to be you, buddy."

Han Fei took a deep breath; having killed two thugs, his jets had cooled down.

The next second, he gripped the shield with both hands, exerted force with his legs, and charged forward with the shield raised.

With his sprint and jet propulsion, Han Fei was like a main battle tank. The Syracuse thug who appeared in front of him was instantly knocked away and fell silent almost as soon as he landed.

Even more terrifying, with the death of the family thugs, his jets were healed again!

Volume 1: Chapter 42 Who's a good guy who fights without wearing a helmet?

In an instant, Han Fei moved as if he were in an empty space, rampaging through the stairwell.

Even though the drone's ultimate attack was gone, and the Syracuse thugs had recovered, they were powerless to stop Han Fei's advance.

Every Syracuse who appeared before Han Fei met the same fate—being knocked away by the shield like an ant.

What's worse, the staircase isn't very wide; it can barely accommodate three people side by side.

In such a confined space, Han Fei didn't even need to consider the direction. He accelerated forward and used his jet propulsion to crash into several people at once!

Han Fei crashed all the way to the fourth floor before finally stopping.

Behind him, the bodies of Syracuse lay sprawled on the ground, lifeless.

"Phew, so tired."

Han Fei huddled behind a full-body shield, panting heavily.

A few steps away, the thugs from several families looked at each other, but none of them dared to step forward.

From the ground floor to the fourth floor, Han Fei's terror had deeply penetrated people's hearts. Although these Syracuse thugs were called family soldiers, it was just a title and did not mean that they really had the tenacity of soldiers.

Everyone who stood in Han Fei's way was dead. Under these circumstances, the fact that they didn't turn around and run away already showed their loyalty to the family.

Han Fei ignored them. He was waiting. In twenty seconds, his stamina would be fully restored. At that time, he would become a fully stamina-filled shield dog again and begin a new round of rampage.

Just then, a particularly strong family strongman, dressed in a white suit and wearing a red bow tie, slowly walked down from upstairs.

The man on the left took the cigar out of his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "You were the one who caused such a commotion just now, weren't you?"

"Yes."

Han Fei readily agreed, asking, "And who are you?"

“I am the tyrant of this family, brat, you must die here today.”

With that, the intimidator threw down his cigar, shoved aside the family soldiers blocking his way, and strode forward to attack Han Fei.

Seeing this, Han Fei decisively pulled out his Bison bullets and unleashed a barrage of RIP rounds, each bullet hitting the intimidator's head with pinpoint accuracy.

The next second, the intimidator's strong and tall figure collapsed with a thud, crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his head.

"idiot."

Han Fei curled his lip, somewhat disdainfully saying, "Did you think you were in Syracuse? Big guy, this is Colombia. Who's going to fight you with fists here?"

It's no wonder Han Fei looked down on these Syracuses before. Such strong thugs, if they wore hoods for protection, Han Fei's RIP bullets would only be used to trim their feet.

But they insisted on prioritizing style over protection, wearing a suit but not a helmet.

Do you really think your body is tougher than a bulletproof vest?

Rip became quiet after getting shot in the head!

Han Fei raised the bison and aimed it at the remaining family soldiers, saying, "I remember you Syracuse have a rule called something like 'Guns and Order'."

"See this gun in my hand? In this building, I am the order."

The family soldiers exchanged glances, then decisively threw their daggers to the ground and knelt down in surrender.

Han Fei waved the bison and said, "Get down there yourselves. There are still Texas thugs outside. You should go and surrender to them so I can save some money on bullets."

The family soldiers scrambled down the mountain in a panic.

Without any obstruction, Han Fei quickly arrived at the sixth floor. He went straight out of the stairwell and saw eight men in white suits guarding a room at the end of the right corridor.