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

"Wow, that's awesome, master."

Han Fei immediately perked up, "Then what are we waiting for, Master, please help me."

For Hanfei, the M250 is already powerful enough. If it could be improved further, wouldn't it be able to take off immediately?

Pangnini, unhurriedly, adjusted his glasses, then suddenly stretched out his palm and rubbed his fingers together: "The improvement is simple. However..."

As he spoke, a shrewd glint flashed in Pangnini's eyes behind his glasses. "Since you're their friend, I'll give you a 10% discount."

Upon hearing this, Han Fei immediately looked troubled.

Where would he get the money to modify the gun?

Pangnini noticed Han Fei's predicament and asked, "No money?"

"Uh-huh."

Han Fei nodded repeatedly.

Pangnini immediately shook his head and said, "I can't do it if I don't have the money."

Han Fei immediately went behind Pangnini, reached out and rubbed his shoulders, and said, "Master, how about this, I'll do you a favor, and you don't have to take my money?"

Pangnini glanced sideways at Han Fei and said, "What can you do?"

"Then I'll have to explain this in detail."

Han Fei immediately straightened his expression, looking like he was incredibly powerful, and said, "I once single-handedly killed the Emperor's inner guard on the tundra of Ursus, and I elbowed the Lord of Wolves so hard he couldn't even stand up in the wilderness of Columbia."

"Furthermore, I also know a little about medicine. If you have any headaches or numbness in your legs, I can help you take a look."

After saying that, he eagerly massaged Pangnini's shoulders and said, "Master, just say the word, and I'll beat whoever you want me to beat. I guarantee I'll take them down."

"Go, go, go."

Pangnini waved his hand, both amused and annoyed, and said, "If you can kill the Imperial Guards, then I can beat the cavalry."

Clearly, Pangnini didn't believe that a strong player capable of defeating an inside defender would be so servile.

At this moment, Texas suddenly spoke up, speaking up for her boss: "What he said is true. I was also present during the battle with the Wolf Lord."

Pangnini glanced at Texas, intending to say, "You know him, so you'll definitely speak up for him."

But looking at Texas's aloof appearance, Pangnini suddenly couldn't bring himself to say what he was about to say.

The reason is simple: compared to Han Fei's mercenary appearance, Texas is more convincing in terms of both temperament and appearance.

After all, Cherlinina is a proper young lady from a wealthy family.

Even so, I cannot agree to it.

Pangnini waved his hand and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, what enemies do I have that you need to deal with? This is Lateran, life is quite comfortable here."

In reality, even if he had enemies, Pangenini probably wouldn't need Han Fei to intervene.

This master's old friend was a cavalryman, a top-tier Lateran force on par with the Ursus Inner Guard and the Great Yan Imperial Guard.

"Oh, Master, my dear Master." Han Fei hadn't given up and continued to plead, "Well then, do you have any other requests?"

Seeing Han Fei's attentive manner, Remian's lips twitched slightly. She suddenly wondered if she was really overthinking things. Could such an abstract person really cause damage to Laterano?

I think he should be able to integrate into Laterano very quickly!

Thinking of this, Remien glanced at Texas and said softly, "Your boss is usually like this too..."

She paused, thought for a while, and then came up with a suitable word before continuing, "So lively?"

"Ah."

Texas made a soft nasal sound, clearly indicating that she didn't want to communicate with Remian.

Remianne pursed her lips, hesitating to speak. She knew that the Lupo girl in front of her was still unable to let go of that gunshot wound.

As it turns out, persistent persuasion does have an effect.

Pangnini, unable to bear Han Fei's pestering any longer, said, "Alright, alright, stop bothering me. How about this, I'll help you improve your gun a little for free."

Han Fei immediately beamed with joy and said, "Thank you, Master! You truly deserve to be called the most outstanding gun maker in Laterano. In my opinion, the title of the number one gun maker in Laterano belongs to you alone!"

"Alright, alright, stop flattering me."

Pangnini waved his hand, walked to the workbench, and said, "Let's make this clear first, a free service doesn't mean I can fix everything. I'll just fix the trigger defect a little. As for the rest, come back to me whenever you have the money."

After saying that, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I really don't understand you young people. This gun with a delayed trigger is clearly a defective product, yet you can use it as a weapon?"

"That's it."

Han Fei's excitement immediately diminished by half.

The M250 has a trigger delay, which veteran riders are well aware of, but they've all gotten used to it.

After all, this is the game mechanic; players can't change the game, so they can only change themselves.

"What, you're not happy about it?"

Pangnini keenly noticed the hesitation on Han Fei's face, tapped the gun lightly with his fingertip, and said with a half-smile, "Then forget it, I won't change it."

"No, no, no! Master, please don't!"

Han Fei quickly waved his hand, smiling apologetically as he took two steps closer. "I was just thinking, could we change it in a different direction? Like the rate of fire or the power? I'm already used to this trigger delay; if you suddenly change it, I'm afraid I won't be able to use it anymore."

"Hey, you little rascal."

Pangnini laughed in exasperation, a few feathers standing on end. "I'm offering to modify your gun for free, and you're still complaining?"

He glared at Han Fei, but ultimately shook his head and compromised, saying, "Alright, then let's talk about rate of fire. But the upper limit of your replica gun is what it is; at most, I can only increase it by ten or twenty percent."

Finally, he added, "You're not allowed to be picky this time! Otherwise, I really won't help you modify the gun."

Volume 1: Chapter 79 The Master is a Good Person

Upon seeing Pangnini agree, Han Fei was overjoyed and immediately began massaging Pangnini's shoulders, saying:

"Alright, alright, thank you, Master. You truly are..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pangnini's bird-like face showed a human-like look of disgust. He waved his hand and shooed him away, saying, "Alright, alright, stop flattering me. Go away, don't delay my work. If you keep bothering me and things get worse, I won't be responsible."

"Eh? Don't make it worse."

Han Fei immediately took a few steps back and said, "Alright, then Master, I'll entrust my gun to you. I trust your skills, Master, there won't be any problems."

An increase of 10% or 20% in rate of fire may not sound like much, but it is exactly what Han Fei needs.

The M250's rate of fire is only around 500. Even if it's fully charged and upgraded by 2 levels, the maximum value is only a little over 100.

that's enough.

A rate of fire of over 600 is quite impressive for a large-caliber weapon like the M250.

If the improvement is too great, Han Fei will hesitate about whether to make changes.

Sometimes, a high rate of fire is not a good thing for someone like Han Fei, who is teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.

A classic example is the Asval assault rifle, which has a rate of fire of 972 rounds per minute. With just a slight pull of the trigger, a whole magazine of bullets is gone in a flash.

This is why the Giant Wave people nicknamed it "Hafcoin Launcher".

Han Fei wouldn't even glance at that gun now; it's simply not something he, on the verge of bankruptcy, can afford to handle.

The reason Han Fei chose the M250 this time, aside from its great power, was also because of its slow rate of fire.

The slower rate of fire means slower bullet consumption, which is undoubtedly good news for someone like Han Fei who is on the verge of bankruptcy.

Slightly increasing the rate of fire of the M250 by one or two tenths can increase the damage per second, and Han Fei can afford this slight loss.

Besides, he can still use the lower part of that gun.

"Alright, you can all go out now. Watch the shop for me for a bit." Pangnini said without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the M250 on the workbench. "Don't come in and bother me until I come out."

"Go, go, go."

Han Fei nodded repeatedly and slipped out.

Seeing this, the girls also left the workshop.

Back outside the shop, Han Fei couldn't hide the smile on his face: "Master Pangnini is such a good person."

Sigh, getting an enhancement for free, isn't that ridiculous?

“Master Pangnini was indeed a very kind person.”

Remien picked up the conversation, saying, "It seems like he made all of our guardian guns."

"An old friend, right? I get what you mean."

Han Fei said with some emotion, "If only the master could also help me increase its power."

"IMHO,"

Fiameta suddenly spoke, a complex look flashing in her crimson eyes, "The power of your gun... is indeed disappointing."

In terms of power, that gun was no match for the crossbow she was using. As a member of the garrison, she knew better than anyone that on the battlefield where life and death were at stake, the difference in weapons often meant the difference between life and death.

Although she had considered commissioning one, the performance of the gun in front of her ultimately made her give up the idea.

The key to crossbows is not the crossbow itself, but the cannon!

"Tsk."

Han Fei clicked his tongue, thinking to himself that even our noble M250 was being looked down upon.

However, the Lateran people certainly have the right to complain. Do they even understand the significance of one shot shattering half a street? Can the M250 do that?

Mostima asked, "So, are you going to keep waiting?"

"Ah."

Remi'an nodded gently.

"Then I'll be going now."

Mostima put her hands in her jacket pockets and chuckled, "I'd like some dessert, would you like some?"

“I’m not hungry yet,” Remianne replied softly.

Fiameta said, "I don't need it either."

"Then I'll go by myself."

Mostima casually put one hand in his pocket and left.

Mostima's departure was like a gust of wind, inadvertently taking Han Fei's attention with it. He stared at the door for a long time, then suddenly felt that waiting here was too boring—it would be better to let Texas guard it while he sneaked out to try his luck, maybe he could find a few manhole covers to pick up.

Where do you want to go?

Remi'an keenly sensed Han Fei's restless thoughts and asked softly.

Han Fei blinked, revealing an innocent smile: "Just taking a walk."

Remien frowned slightly; she knew that expression all too well—it was always like that when Xiao Le was about to play a prank.

"You're not allowed to go."

It was clearly an order, but when Remianne spoke it, it was like a spring breeze across a lake. Her gentle eyes held an undeniable firmness, and her tone was so soft, as if she were coaxing a willful child, yet it left no room for argument.

Gentle, yet possessing an inherent dignity.

"Tsk."

Han Fei pouted and reluctantly slumped back onto the wooden stool, the stool legs creaking in protest.

The seriousness in Remi's eyes melted away like spring snow, and her voice was as gentle as if she were coaxing a child who was throwing a tantrum: "How rude it would be if the master didn't see you when he came out."

"This is the result you got after begging and pleading. You should value it more."

If Remi'an adopted a stern, lecturing stance, Han Fei wouldn't be able to listen. But her gentle, soft-spoken manner was like a fluffy down comforter, completely enveloping his little thoughts and preventing him from revealing any temper.

Han Fei scratched his face and said, "Then I'll just sit and wait."

Remien smiled gently and said, "That's more like it."

Perhaps because it was Pangnini's first time handling firearms from Feilatan, Han Fei waited a long time until the sun began to set before Pangnini finally emerged from the workshop.

"I'm exhausted."

Pangnini held the M250 with both hands, and when his gaze fell on Han Fei, the master was immediately furious: "You're so free, kid. Why don't you come and take your gun? How long do you want this old bone of mine to carry it?"

"I'm coming."