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

With a piercing scream of metal tearing apart, the remaining car window shattered upon impact, and the airbags deployed instantly, engulfing the Texas.

The car rolled three times on its side like a toy overturned by a giant, with its roof scraping against the ground and sending up blinding sparks.

In that instant, Han Fei's vision began to spin. To make matters worse, he had already unbuckled his seatbelt when he leaned out to retaliate.

The moment the airbag deployed, Han Fei's body felt as if it had been struck by a giant's hammer. Even with the protection of heavy blast protection devices and Level 4 bulletproof vest, Han Fei could still feel intense pain coming from his limbs.

The pain was so intense that Han Fei began to wonder if he had broken a bone.

Good news, he's been using his shield-protected ultimate skill all the time, which grants him super armor and allows him to ignore negative status effects.

"Damn it, I feel like this vehicle is actually hurting me. When have I, the Great Shield Dog, ever suffered this kind of humiliation in land warfare?"

Han Fei heard Cellina's suppressed breathing—the girl's breathing became heavy and rapid under the pressure of the airbag.

Just then, the screeching sound of brakes came from all directions, and the shrieking of tires screeching against the ground was like the roar of a wild beast.

Han Fei knew that they were running out of time.

He gritted his teeth, adjusted his posture, and kicked the car door with all his might. With a tearing sound that made his teeth ache, the car door finally succumbed to the force and twisted and deformed.

Han Fei quickly darted out of the carriage, his tactical boots landing on the overturned vehicle with a dull thud.

With the driver's side door just inches away, Han Fei's large shield snapped open, its thick alloy surface gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Eight dark figures surrounded them from all directions. The weapons in the hands of the Syracuse assassins reflected a deadly cold light. Han Fei leaned against the car door, his shield firmly protecting the space behind him—where Cherlinina was struggling to break free from the airbag.

"Face me!"

Han Fei's voice came through the D6 helmet, deep and firm.

Volume 1: Chapter 55 The Return Journey

The silver-haired girl's boot heel crushed the charred bullet casings, and the Saluzzo family crest was splattered with blood on her blouse.

The overturned car was burning, its twisted metal frame groaning under the weight of the flames. Thick smoke billowed up, turning the sunlight gray-black. Silent corpses were scattered on the ground, and pools of crimson blood reflected Lappland's cold face, as if silently telling the story of the battle's brutality.

Lappland's gaze swept over the corpses lying on the ground, but she didn't see any trace of that annoying guy among the carcasses.

"It really doesn't work."

Lappland muttered to himself, his tone revealing little disappointment.

She had witnessed Han Fei's abilities firsthand. Although she disliked the bastard who stole her shoes, she had to admit that ordinary Syracuse assassins were no match for Han Fei.

Sending out pursuers was just a casual move by Lappland; if it succeeded, it would be a huge profit, and if it failed, it wouldn't be a loss.

A Saluzzo family assassin slowly walked up to Lappland, bowed, and said, "Young Miss, it's been confirmed. No one survived. One car is missing; it was probably driven away by the Texas family."

"What a cruel attack."

This news, however, made Lappland's voice rise with pleasure at the end. She looked at her subordinates waiting in front of her, her blood-splattered trench coat fluttering in the wind: "Is everything ready?"

The family assassin said, "Young Miss, everything is ready and we are just waiting for your orders."

"very good."

Lappland chuckled softly, his eyes brimming with undisguised excitement.

"today."

Her voice was as soft as a whisper, yet it carried an undeniable killing intent: "The Texas family, leave no one alive."

"Celinina, I'm here. Are you ready?"

…………

On the way back to the old house, Han Fei sat in the driver's seat, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.

In the passenger seat, Cellina was huddled with her arms crossed, her gray-blue wolf ears clinging to her hair, and her uniform collar was covered with shards of dust that had splattered from the shattered windshield.

Her profile was reflected in the car window, and a few faint, still-dampened streaks were hidden in the shadow cast by her eyelashes—whether from the cold sweat during the rollover or something else, it was hard to tell.

With no pursuers, Han Fei drove slowly, the stolen black sedan moving at a steady pace through the streets of Colombia.

"Thank you for just now."

Texas suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the car.

"You've already said that once."

Han Fei glanced sideways at Texas, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Besides, I didn't do anything."

After a moment of silence, Texas said in a low voice, "I just... I just don't know how to repay you."

In the instant the car overturned, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

The muffled thud of the airbags deploying, the shrill whistling of twisting metal, the crisp crack of shattering glass—all these sounds transformed into a long, drawn-out hum in Texas's ears.

In that instant, countless fragments flashed through the girl's mind: the flickering glow of a cigar in her father's study, Lappland's silver pupils, the dappled shadows cast by the stained glass windows of the old house...

It was at that time that Texas realized that people really do experience a revolving lantern effect when they are near death.

Recalling that scene, Texas, in the passenger seat, suddenly gripped the fabric of her uniform tightly.

She was, after all, just a young girl who had come of age. Even though she had experienced the bloodshed of Syracuse and her cold exterior had become her armor, when death truly brushed past her, the suppressed fear would still seep in through the gaps in her armor.

But the scene he imagined did not come to pass. At that moment, through the gap between the airbag and the seat, Texas saw a tall figure.

"Face me!"

Han Fei's voice was so deep yet firm that it gave Texas, who was in a predicament, a sense of security she had never felt before.

At that moment, she was absolutely certain that this man would help her withstand all the dangers from Syracuse.

The feeling was so intense that even after she had escaped, Texas could not forget that scene, and that voice still lingered in her heart.

"Want to repay me? That's easy!" Han Fei said.

"Something valuable, huh?" Texas smirked. "You never hide your tastes."

She recalled how, after the war, Han Fei injected himself with an unknown drug and then, like a miser, squatted beside the corpses, constantly touching them.

For a moment, Texas couldn't tell which one was the real Han Fei.

He was clearly a steady and reliable soldier, so how did he suddenly turn into a greedy guy?

But this thought only lasted for a moment in Texas's mind. The next second, she accepted Han Fei's character.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with it. On the contrary, this made Han Fei more real, more like a living, breathing person, rather than a flawless legendary figure from a fairy tale.

Living people should have seven emotions and six desires.

Han Fei nodded slightly and said, "Yes, as I said before, I'm not picky about antiques, fine wines, and high-tech products."

“There are indeed many valuable things stored in the old house,” Texas said. “Unfortunately, I am only the eldest daughter of the family, not the head of the family, and I don’t have the key to open the family’s treasure vault.”

Han Fei raised an eyebrow and said, "It's in that person's hands, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Texas replied softly, "Even I can't open that door without his permission."

Han Fei tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingertips and said, "I understand."

The stolen black sedan blended into the city traffic, weaving through the bustling streets of Colombia.

As the sun gradually rises to its highest point, the outline of the Texas family's old mansion becomes increasingly clear in the midday sun.

Before long, the black sedan drove into the manor. The car, with its broken windows and bullet holes, immediately attracted the attention of the family guards, and countless eyes looked over, some openly and some secretly.

If it weren't for the eldest daughter of the family sitting in the passenger seat, this car probably wouldn't have even made it to the front of the old mansion.

Han Fei parked the car smoothly, and then he and Texas got out of the car together.

The old butler, who had received the news early, was already waiting in front of the old mansion. When he saw Cherlinina get out of the car, he immediately said respectfully, "Miss, you're back."

Cellina looked at the old butler expressionlessly and said, "Where is the head of the family?"

This disrespectful inquiry made the old butler hesitate, glancing at Cellina again before answering truthfully, "Lord Giuseppe just left the manor not long ago and may not return until this afternoon."

"In that case."

Upon receiving the message, Cellina glanced at Han Fei and said, "Let's go to the study."

"Young Miss, you..."

As they spoke, the old butler glanced at the slightly disheveled Cherlinina, then his gaze fell on the battle-scarred black sedan behind her.

All of this conveys one message—Celina has just gone through a fierce battle.

The old butler still cared about Cellina and said, "Miss, you should go see the doctor first."

"unnecessary."

Cellina walked past the old butler expressionlessly and strode resolutely toward the study.

She'd had enough of everything here; it was time to end this life she loathed.

Volume 1: Remarks on the launch

OK, before we knew it, it was time to go on sale. The book's updates have been very stable. Apart from that one day when I woke up with a terrible headache and a fever, and had to take a day off, it has been a perfect, full-attendance update, without fail, with a stable update of more than 4 words every day.

Thank you all for reading this far. Your continued reading has helped this book achieve a decent result, and I am very grateful.

Okay, enough chit-chat. Tomorrow's update will include two chapters in the morning, and then three more chapters after I wake up.

It has five chapters in total, and is estimated to be a little over 10,000 words.

Then, as is customary, a bounty is offered.

200 monthly tickets plus 1 update.

One more chapter for every 10000 donations.

100 blades plus 1 more.

Everyone's happy - Silver Treasure Chest (10 chapters)

The Golden Treasure Chest is a Happy Ending (20 Chapters)

There is no upper limit, and the deadline is the end of the month.

With my consistent update frequency, the update service is reliable, so you can trust me.

I'd also like to ask for subscriptions, since it's been released now. Like other authors, I hope to get some good subscription numbers.

Okay, now it's time for my personal ramblings.

I have to say, the game is really addictive. Actually, before playing the game, I hadn't played an FPS game in a long time. To put it this way, the last time I played an FPS game, Team Astralis in CS:GO was still in Dynasty, and Denmark still had Core Technology.

So initially, I wasn't very interested in the continent because I knew I hadn't played FPS games in a long time and would definitely lose to the younger players.

After playing it, I realized, wow, this game is so much fun!

Even someone like me who's terrible at FPS games can still find enjoyment in the game by touching the red area.

Similarly, when a fully equipped squad is wiped out by a card battle, the feeling is indescribably exhilarating.

I still remember last year during Season 1, when I played Glass Cannon with a Golden Egg Giant Wave and single-handedly defeated Liu Tao's entire team. Wow, it was incredibly exhilarating.

That's when I got the golden egg.

Earning the secret Golden Elixir is really difficult, which is why I went bankrupt several times. Later, I secretly learned how to make sweet medicine and went to Victor's top-secret space program.

At first, I made money, more than 20 million in one night, which made me incredibly happy. But later, probably because I killed too many people and the intensity increased, I quickly lost it all.

After all, I'm really not a strong player, but I still love playing Dragon Ball and going for the first hit.

Then my journey into bankruptcy began.

To put it simply, my aerospace tuition was paid in top secret, and to date, I've been to classified aerospace sites no more than twenty times.

You can imagine how many Haff dollars I paid for my aerospace education.

Then I behaved myself and went back to my beloved Bakshi.

I've played Baksh over 2000 times, and entering this map feels like coming home.

It was only this year that I started giving up the Golden Elixir and the secret Bakshi, and that's how I gradually accumulated assets.

Last year he was a real bankruptcy king, with total assets never exceeding 70 million. This year is slightly better, with savings of 200 million.

Even so, the task of becoming a major collector of 5000 million Haff coins is not yet complete.

This is a classic example of someone who is both bad at cooking and loves to attack aggressively.

Okay, that's enough rambling. Let me show you my badge one last time.