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

This astonishing self-control finally relaxed Remy's tense nerves a bit, and she even gave him a rare look of approval—finally acting like a normal person!

How could she possibly know how heartbroken Han Fei was at that moment?

You should know that under every manhole cover, there might be a human face hidden!

If one of them is found, Han Fei will take off immediately.

Because Han Fei didn't rummage through trash cans and manhole covers along the way, he was much faster.

Before long, the Lateran Notary Office came into Han Fei's view.

"Come with me."

Remien gestured for Han Fei to follow.

Without hesitation, Han Fei led Texas into the notary office.

As it turned out, a member of a different race carrying a long gun was indeed very eye-catching. As soon as Han Fei stepped into the notary office, he noticed that many pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

Fortunately, with Remyane, a member of the guard, taking the lead, some unnecessary trouble was avoided.

The whole process was much faster than Han Fei had imagined. He thought he would have to go through some complicated procedures, but in fact, after verifying that the long gun Han Fei was carrying was not made by Laterano, Han Fei quickly obtained the relevant documents.

During this period, apart from a brief moment of surprise, the notary office staff did not deliberately make things difficult for Han Fei.

Things went very smoothly, and Han Fei's mood improved considerably. When he walked out of the notary office, he had a smile on his face: "So with this, I can swagger around the streets of Laterano, right?"

"indeed so."

Remien nodded slightly, then, recalling what had just happened, she couldn't help but remind him, "However, even when I'm not around, I implore you to be lenient and leave the roadside trash cans alone."

"We'll talk about that later!"

Han Fei waved his hand, his perfunctory attitude practically overflowing from between his fingers.

He'll definitely still have to touch the trash cans and manhole covers. If he doesn't, what's the point?

Just by looking at his expression, Remien knew that her words were probably going in one ear and out the other. She couldn't help but raise her hand to rub her throbbing temples.

—What a troublesome guy.

Now that things have come to this, Remy could only think of the bright side. At least when she was around, she didn't have to worry about accompanying Han Fei to inspect those smelly garbage cans and manhole covers.

Thinking of this, Remian couldn't help but glance at Texas again.

As intruders, this Lupo girl was far more worry-free than Han Fei.

"So, where do we go next?"

Han Fei stroked his chin, pondering his next route plan, his gaze wandering between the towering spires and intricate streets of Laterano.

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't come up with a suitable route.

He couldn't enter the core area, and the residential areas were prone to misunderstandings—even if he didn't take anything from the homeowner, in the homeowner's eyes, what difference was there between an uninvited stranger who came and explored everywhere and a thief?

Han Fei didn't want to get into this unnecessary trouble.

Noticing Han Fei's expression, Texas asked, "No clue?"

"indeed."

Han Fei nodded. Since he couldn't get into the core area and could only eat in the outer area, it seemed that for the time being, he really could only rummage through trash cans and manhole covers.

Hearing this, Texas finally couldn't hold back any longer. Ignoring the fact that there were other people present, she directly asked the question that had been bothering her: "Boss, what exactly is our purpose in coming to Laterano?"

Upon hearing this, Remy Ann perked up her ears. She casually looked away, but her attention was already locked on Han Fei like a fully drawn bowstring.

She also wanted to know the answer to this question.

"Purpose? No purpose, we're just here to scavenge for money."

Han Fei cleared his throat and formally explained the purpose of the trip to his department head: "We'll find some valuable things that nobody wants. If we encounter enemies on the way, we'll beat them up. Otherwise, if there are no enemies, we'll continue to look for things to pick up. Once we've picked up enough, we'll retreat and go home."

Having finished his explanation, Han Fei casually spread his hands, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips:

"Look how clear and simple it is!"

"I see."

Texas was silent for a few seconds before whispering those words.

Her gaze toward Han Fei was complex and unreadable—the filter of immense power that enveloped her boss was now cracking slightly.

It wasn't the first time she'd heard him call himself a "scavenger," but she always thought it was just a pretext to conceal his identity.

After all, how could a man who could easily suppress the Beast Lord and escape unscathed from the elite forces of Syracuse really be reduced to making a living by rummaging through garbage cans?

Now it seems she was overthinking things.

Remianne, standing to the side, also felt a little uneasy. A well-dressed and elegant Lupo girl and a well-equipped and tactically skilled warrior, were they really here in Laterano to scavenge for trash?

Has the scavenging profession become so corrupt?

Just then, a girl's voice suddenly came from not far away: "Remian, we're here."

Han Fei subconsciously turned his head to look and saw a red-haired Li Boli and a blue-haired Sakta walking over together.

"You are here."

Remien looked up at the sound, and the lines on her face softened instantly.

"There was a slight delay on the way."

Mostima casually tucked one hand into his shirt pocket, his blue eyes scanning Han Fei and Texas with a hint of nonchalant inquiry. "Is this the 'uninvited guest' you mentioned in your report?"

Han Fei, on the other hand, was quite composed. He gave the two new faces a hearty smile and introduced himself: "Hello, I am Han Fei, and she is my companion, Texas."

Despite being labeled an intruder, Mostima did not show any unusual attitude. She had a faint smile on her lips as she replied, "Hello, I'm Mostima, her teammate."

“Fiameta, that’s my name.”

As Fiamet said this, her gaze fell on the M250 on Han Fei's shoulder, and she said, "Can you tell me where your gun comes from?"

Han Fei shrugged regretfully and said, "Sorry, that's a trade secret."

After saying that, he changed the subject and said, "However, if you want to try it out, I can let you have some fun, as long as you don't shoot my bullets."

Fiameta finally looked up from the gun, a hint of surprise mixed with pure technical interest: "Is that alright? Well, thank you."

Volume 1: Chapter 76 The Pangnini Gunsmith Workshop

Fiameta took Han Fei's M250, and the moment her finger touched the trigger, she keenly sensed that she could fire it.

Fiameta underwent extensive training as a child in order to fire firearms produced in Lateran.

But as a Liberian, she had no legal protection and naturally couldn't fire Lateran's gun.

Out of necessity, she abandoned the Lateran shovel's firearms and switched to using a crossbow.

Although Fiameta seemed to have come to terms with it, the idea of ​​using a gun as a weapon still lingered in a corner of her heart.

At least this way, she seemed to have integrated into the city and the small group.

Sigh, out of the four-person group, only one person is using a crossbow. Who is that person? It's so hard to guess.

Fiameta tried lifting the M250, assumed a aiming posture, and asked, "How powerful is it?"

Han Fei scratched his face and said, "Well, how am I supposed to describe this to you?"

In the state, the M250 is considered an excellent weapon, with high armor damage and high flesh damage, making it incredibly fast at killing enemies.

But in terms of power, it is, after all, a gun, and its limits are limited, so it is definitely not as powerful as a cannonball.

Remien clearly sensed her friend's interest in the long gun and suggested, "I know a place where we can test it out."

Han Fei quickly said, "No, my bullets are very expensive!"

He only carried 250 rounds of 6.8mm level 4 ammunition, and each one was precious!

Upon hearing this, Fiameta lowered her aim and looked at Han Fei, saying, "I can compensate you. As a member of the guard, my salary is quite generous, so you don't need to worry about me not being able to pay you."

Remi's Ann Biameta knew Han Fei better. She knew that Han Fei wanted a currency called "Haff Coin," and chimed in, "If you want something else, we can discuss it."

"Tsk."

Han Fei pinched his chin, pondered for a moment, and then agreed, "Okay, but we can't fire too many. I didn't bring many bullets."

"it is good."

Fiameta returned the M250 to Han Fei and said, "I'll lead the way."

Han Fei took the M250 and, while following Fiameta, opened his backpack and began adjusting the number of bullets.

Since it was a physical search and withdrawal operation, Han Fei didn't intend to save ammunition, so the M250's drum magazine was filled with a full 75 rounds of level 4 ammunition.

However, considering that Fiameta wanted to play with the gun, Han Fei had to adjust the number of bullets. He emptied the drum magazine and reloaded it with 30 rounds.

Thirty shots is already the maximum limit; any more than that and Han Fei will feel the pinch!

Lateran's city center was far more expansive than imagined. The group wandered through the streets and alleys, their steps never faltering, until Fiameta finally stopped in front of a gunsmith's workshop, after which quite some time had passed.

Even without stepping inside, one can sense the passage of time emanating from this shop. The mottled stone facade exudes a sense of calm and vicissitude, while the faded paint on the wooden window frames adds to their weight and solidity.

The huge, weathered signboard hanging high above the doorway stands like a silent witness, silently proclaiming its name—Pangnini Gunsmith Workshop.

Remianne pushed open the door, and the group went inside.

As soon as Han Fei stepped into the shop, his eyes were drawn to the scene behind the counter—a large bird dressed in a sharp suit and wearing exquisite gold-rimmed glasses.

To be precise, it was an elderly Liboli man with a majestic bird's head.

"Ah, it's you guys."

The old man, Li Boli, pushed up his glasses perched on his beak, his gaze falling on the group of people who had just entered through the door. He said, "Why did you suddenly come here? Is your guard gun in need of maintenance?"

"Master Pangignini".

Remian walked to the counter, smiling, and explained, "We'd like to use your shooting range, is that alright?"

Oh? The shooting range?

Pangnini suddenly realized, his broad beak seemingly curving in an understanding arc. "It's no big deal, go ahead and use it."

"Thank you."

Remien thanked Pangnini and was about to lead the group over when Pangnini suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Hey? Hey young man over there, what are you doing with that gun you're carrying?"

Han Fei explained, "It's my weapon."

"Your weapon? You're not a Sakta."

Pangnini's bird head was tilted slightly, and the lens reflected a confused light.

Before he could finish speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something and exclaimed, "Oh, I've heard of a company in Colombia that has developed a type of firearm that can be fired by other ethnic groups."

At this point, he lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling from under his glasses onto the M250 on Han Fei's shoulder. Immediately, the old Li Boli frowned, sensing something was wrong, and muttered to himself, "Something's not right. I heard those are all very small, short guns, but this is a big one."

Pangnini's curiosity grew stronger, and he beckoned to Han Fei, saying, "Young man, come here, I want to see your gun."

Han Fei walked to the counter. He had to admit that although the exterior of this century-old shop looked decent, the interior was indeed a bit messy. Han Fei only glanced at it casually, and everywhere he looked, there were bird feathers with the color of Pangnini.

Having already shown the M250 to so many people, Han Fei didn't mind letting the elderly Li Boli see it again.

Just as he was about to agree, the box behind Pangnini caught Han Fei's attention.

The box had a searchable white border and, just by looking at it, it resembled a weapon crate from Delta Force.

It was precisely because he saw the weapons crate that a bold idea instantly popped into Han Fei's mind—this place seems like it can be searched!

A gun-making workshop should have at least a few weapon boxes and a few ammunition boxes. If you can find some purple accessories or high-level bullets there, that would be a huge profit!

Thinking of this, Han Fei placed the M250 on the counter, covered it with one hand, and said, "Master Pangnini, if you want to see this weapon, I can agree. However, in exchange, I also have a small request."

Pangnini pushed up his glasses and said, "Go on."

“This is my first time in Lateran, and I’m quite curious about the gun-making workshop,” Han Fei explained. “Could you allow me to look around? Of course, I might open some boxes and look at the tools, but I can assure you, I won’t take anything of yours.”

At this point, Han Fei turned around and pointed to the girls behind him, saying, "They will monitor my every move."

“Young man, don’t touch my things. I’m old and my memory isn’t what it used to be.” Pangnini frowned slightly and said, “If you mess things up, I might not be able to find them.”

"I'll just look, I won't take or touch anything," Han Fei said seriously.

This request was so strange that even Pangnini hesitated, saying, "You really won't mess with my things?"

Han Fei patted his chest and said with a serious expression, "I assure you, they can also supervise me."