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

No sooner had he finished speaking than Han Fei made a sudden move, his grappling hook shot out and accurately wrapped around a sniper.

"Claw hits!"

As the grappling hook retracted, Han Fei forcibly pulled the sniper back.

“Texas,” Han Fei called out.

"I'm here."

Texas responded, swung her longsword, and instantly decapitated the unfortunate sniper.

Book 1: Chapter 87 I didn't expect people like you to understand Lateran!

The battle in the wilderness continues.

A horde of Sarkaz, six times their size, surged forth like a black iron torrent, only to be shattered before the death line erected by Andorn's squad.

Remian's AWM gleamed coldly in the smoke and dust, each shot precisely ripping off a helmet; while Texas's twin swords weaved through the gaps in the barrage, each slash accompanied by the muffled thud of falling limbs.

ten meters.

This is not a long distance for the Sarkaz; even the weakest Sarkaz crossbowman can run to a place ten meters away in a very short time.

But at this moment, those mere ten meters became an insurmountable chasm, blocking the path of the Sarkaz mercenaries.

The greatsword leader's massive blade crashed to the ground during the charge, the metal clashing against the stone slab with a piercing, mournful sound. His knee slammed heavily into a pool of blood, the blood spurting from his throat arcing in the moonlight like a tattered flag.

The red armor signified his elite status; however, that crimson weaponry could not protect him from AWM bullets. Under Remian's sniper rifle, even an elite greatsword squad leader would perish on the spot.

Beside the greatswordsman, eleven corpses of Sarkaz mercenaries lay on the ground in different poses.

Like the greatsword leader, they all tried to get close to the squad, but ultimately became nameless corpses.

Even so, the Sarkaz mercenaries did not give up their idea. They exchanged glances and then charged at the squad again.

"Really tenacious."

Han Fei said it casually, his expression somewhat relaxed.

He was enjoying the easy life – all he had to do was deflect sneak attacks and occasionally catch an unlucky guy; the mission couldn't be easier.

No sooner had he finished speaking than five men wielding long spears suddenly sprang out from the mercenary group.

“They’re piercing hands.” Andorn’s eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, “We must deal with them as soon as possible, or things will get complicated.”

As captain, Andorn gave orders quickly, but even faster were the speed of the piercing hands.

Sarkaz piercers don't have an amazing speed when they're charging up; it's just an ordinary speed. But once they've completed their charging run-up, their sprint speed will increase exponentially.

Even more critically, the five piercing men had already completed their run-up when Andorn gave the order.

Clearly, even before they took the field, they had already completed their run-up with the help of their teammates.

The next second, several figures rushed over, so fast that it was almost impossible to react.

Boom!

Andorn's garrison squad had dealt with the Sarkaz for many years and knew how troublesome these guys were. The girls dared not be negligent and focused their firepower on all of them, trying to wipe out these troublemakers before the Piercers approached the front line.

However, ten meters was simply too short a distance. Even though Andorn Remian and his men were elite members of the guard, they were still unable to kill them all before the piercing man arrived.

Before the spent shell casings had even hit the ground amidst the smoke and the blood mist from the fallen Sarkaz was still lingering in the air, the last remaining crimson figure had broken through the barrage of bullets, thanks to the cover of his comrades' lives.

He was none other than an elite piercing squad leader!

The piercing squad leader's uniform fluttered as he sped along, the bright red stripes surging like a river of blood. The piercing sound of the gun tip tearing through the air stung his eardrums, and the cold glint was aimed directly at Remian's throat.

Remian's pupils suddenly contracted, and through the crosshairs of her sniper scope, she could clearly see the still-fresh blood on the piercing squad leader's body.

That was the blood of the other Sarkaz piercers who had given their lives to cover his approach.

In a flash, Remian's inherent calmness crushed the fear of death; a thousand thoughts raced through her mind, ultimately solidifying into a cold consensus:

—This speed is unavoidable.

However, at that moment, accompanied by the familiar creaking sound of hydraulic pressure, the man's figure reappeared in front of her.

"Who do you want to hit?!"

clang--!

The spear, accompanied by a piercing shriek, crashed into the riot shield, the explosion as loud as a thousand-pound bronze bell shattering in one's ears!

As the gust of air whipped up dust, Remian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Golden light enveloped Han Fei's body, and he stood rooted to the spot like a rock, blocking the fatal attack for Remian.

The piercing squad leader, who had charged forward like a tank, was now sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the scorched earth. The sharp spear beside him was twisted into an ugly pretzel.

“Texas!”

The sword flashed.

The head rolled off the ground with a thud.

Texas flicked the blood off her sword and glanced sideways, saying, "No need to shout, I can hear you."

"I'm a little excited right now."

Han Fei didn't look at her; his gaze was fixed on the Sarkaz mercenaries who were closing in, using their piercing hands to launch a desperate assault.

He grinned, a playful smile playing on his lips, and the lazy, carefree look on his face vanished with the smile. He said, "I was originally planning to slack off, but now, I'm going to take the plunge. Texas, follow me."

"it is good."

Texas responded swiftly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation despite the large number of enemies in front of her.

"Then, I'll go!"

Han Fei exerted force with both feet, and the powered exoskeleton emitted a loud hydraulic sound once again.

The next second, the Sarkaz mercenaries who were charging forward suddenly saw a strange scene.

Then a man holding a shield was seen charging at the Sarkaz, who outnumbered him several times over—no, more than ten times.

The scene was as absurd as a sheep rushing towards a pack of wolves.

However, the moment the two sides made contact, the Sarkaz mercenaries realized how wrong their previous idea had been.

Sarkaz's sinister grin froze in his throat.

This is not a sheep rushing towards a pack of wolves, but a war chariot crushing ants!

No one could withstand the blow from that shield, whether it was an elite greatsword squad leader or an ordinary Sarkaz swordsman. Anyone who dared to stand in his way would only meet one end—never to rise again.

Under that shield, all beings are equal.

One Sarkaz mercenary after another was knocked to the ground by the shield, and it was at this moment that these mercenaries realized why this man had brought the Narupo girl with him.

Highly efficient and fast.

This was the first and only impression Texas left on the Sarkaz mercenaries.

Texas's twin swords precisely sliced ​​through the throats of the fallen man; a master of killing, she knew how to reap lives efficiently and swiftly.

One hit kill!

Texas never needs to swing a second sword at the same target.

When the Sarkaz mercenaries realized they were no match for the man, a rout ensued.

The remaining Sarkaz mercenaries no longer dared to appear before Han Fei. They scattered and fled in panic, fearing that if they hesitated even a moment longer, they would follow in the footsteps of their former comrades.

"Should we go after them?"

Texas appeared beside Han Fei and asked expressionlessly.

"No need, leave it to them. They're much more efficient than us."

Han Fei turned his head to look at the girl, reached out to wipe away the remaining blood droplets on her face, and said softly, "As for you, you should rest."

Texas's taut shoulders twitched slightly as she looked up into Han Fei's eyes. Through the helmet visor, she could clearly see the concern in Han Fei's eyes.

Under his gaze, Texas's tense body subtly relaxed, and even her voice softened slightly.

"I am not tired."

"Then rest first, don't push yourself."

Han Fei raised his hand and patted Texas's head, then turned and walked towards the SUV.

Watching his retreating figure, Texas's lips curled up slightly. Although she wasn't tired at all, she suddenly felt that taking a short rest wouldn't be bad.

Before Han Fei even got close to the SUV, a red light flashed in his eyes.

—That's the reflection from Remien's sniper scope.

But this time, the pink-haired Ryota's target was not him.

Bang!

The AWM fired, and a fleeing mercenary fell to the ground in the distance.

Han Fei walked to her side, but Remynian did not take her eyes off the scope. Her voice was gentler than usual as she said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Small things."

Han Fei waved his hand, indicating that this was not an important matter for him.

Remien was clearly in a good mood, with a pleasant smile playing on her lips.

Even though she is reaping lives right now.

Seeing Remian aiming at her target, Han Fei, who had nothing better to do, suddenly felt a mischievous urge and said:

"Sister An."

"Ok?"

Remien didn't look away, only letting out a questioning nasal sound.

"Can you repeat one more sentence with me?" Han Fei asked tentatively.

Remianne immediately understood Han Fei's meaning, feeling both helpless and amused. She knew this was another of Han Fei's perverse pleasures, although she didn't know what the fun was in doing it.

Kremian did not refuse, and said softly, "Go ahead."

"It's very simple, you just need to say this when you pull the trigger."

Han Fei cleared his throat, mimicking Lao Tai's tone, and said loudly, "I don't expect people like you to understand Hafk!"

Remian finally shifted her gaze from behind the sniper scope to Han Fei's face. In Han Fei's eyes, Remian saw a hint of expectation, hoping that she could imitate the sentence with emotion as required.

This was not a difficult request for Remien, and she was willing to grant Han Fei's wish.

But for some reason, when Remy looked at Han Fei's expectant expression, a mischievous thought arose in her mind.

Along with that thought, Remian even pictured Han Fei's bewildered expression after his prank succeeded.

Thinking of this, Remianne's smile deepened.

"Okay."

Remian smiled and agreed. She cleared her throat, then pressed her cheek back against the butt of her gun and locked onto a fleeing Sarkaz mercenary.

The next second, Remy pulled the trigger.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the girl's clear voice pierced through the smoke of gunpowder:

"I don't expect people like you to understand Lateran!"

The eyes that rose from behind the sniper scope precisely captured the frozen astonishment on Han Fei's face. His half-open mouth still held the lingering expectation, and he looked like a game character whose pause button had been pressed.

"Pfft..."

The wind ruffled the stray hairs at Remi's temples, and the girl suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter, like a string of tinkling glass wind chimes, carried by the wind all the way to the azure sky.

Volume 1: Chapter 88 Evening Breeze

After a brief moment of surprise, Han Fei suddenly laughed.

He was surprised by Remian's impromptu reaction, which had transformed the content he wanted to hear into something strange.

Yet they were satisfied with the modified content.

Actually, to be honest, this modified declaration seems to fit the current situation better.

Remian is not Demulan, she is not Hafk's security director, she is Lateran's elite guard.