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

Han Fei responded and patted his chest, saying, "I assure you, I will absolutely not do anything strange to the saints of Lateran."

Despite Han Fei's seemingly uninhibited nature, he actually always does a simple assessment of the risks before taking any action.

Searching through trash cans and checking manhole covers on the streets of Laterano might seem strange to passersby, but it doesn't actually damage Laterano or pose a significant risk to Han Fei.

But to recklessly search the area beneath Lateran Cathedral is tantamount to wanting to eat the cavalry's eggs.

You must do it.

Remianne reached out and poked Han Fei's arm, her face full of seriousness.

"Don't worry, do I look like such an unreliable person?" Han Fei chuckled.

Remien didn't even know how to respond to this, because Han Fei's impression of her was that he was sometimes reliable and sometimes unreliable, a strange state.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Han Fei turned his head to look at the girl's profile. Remyane did not have a complicated expression. At this moment, her face was calm, and even her signature gentle smile had disappeared.

But through the slight pressure from the soft hand on the back of his hand, Han Fei could still sense that the girl's heart was far from calm.

At this moment, Han Fei realized with absolute clarity how much his death-inducing remarks had impacted the pink-haired girl beside him.

To calm Remy's emotions, Han Fei took her hand in return and said, "Don't worry, if it really doesn't work, I have a backup plan, although it's a really bad one."

Even if he couldn't shut down the power, Han Fei had a backup evacuation plan—dropping the package.

This is a classified space mission. There are three slots for evacuation if the package is lost, which is theoretically enough for Han Fei and Texas to escape together.

But, to be honest, Han Fei didn't really want to throw away his backpack.

There's no particular reason; it all boils down to one word—greed.

He had worked so hard for so long, and finally filled his backpack with his carefully selected spoils. He was really unwilling to just leave like that, abandoning his bag and slinking away.

After all, the reason why the backpack was lost during the aerospace knife-carrying operation is because the chest strap is large and there is a 3x3 safety box. Even if the backpack is lost, the losses will not be much lower.

However, Han Fei didn't have a large chest amulet or a 3x3. His small blue chest amulet and two-slot safety box meant that losing the package would mean giving up most of his gains, essentially making this space mission a waste.

Unless absolutely necessary, the option of losing packets would never even cross Han Fei's mind.

Therefore, even if the valve was located underground in the Lateran Cathedral, Han Fei wanted to try it. If he really couldn't pull the valve, then he would consider losing the package.

Remian didn't respond immediately. She simply gazed at Han Fei silently, a knowing glint in her pink eyes that seemed to pierce through his attempt to conceal his embarrassment.

A brief silence fell over the carriage, broken only by the soft hum of the self-driving vehicle.

A few seconds later, she spoke softly, her voice so calm it betrayed no emotion: "You only said 'you might die,' but can this 'backup plan' guarantee your survival?"

"can."

Han Fei said somewhat awkwardly, "As long as I give up the spoils and drop my backpack, I can slink back home."

Finally, he added, "I didn't mean to lie to you; it's just that you didn't ask, so I forgot to tell you."

Just now, Remyane only asked him what would happen if he couldn't go back, but for Han Fei, being unable to evacuate would be a dead end.

Remien simply sighed softly, a sigh that contained no blame, but rather a knowing understanding, and even a hint of helpless smile.

"I know you're a greedy guy."

She gently poked Han Fei's face and said reproachfully, "You really scared me to death just now, you know?"

"Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to," Han Fei said apologetically. "That's why I explained it to you right away."

“So, for you, losing everything and leaving alive is harder to accept than possibly dying but taking the spoils with you, right?” Remy said softly.

"It's not that bad, staying alive is the most important thing." Han Fei shrugged. "But, unless it's absolutely necessary, I'd definitely like to take a gamble."

“That’s true, after all, you’re so greedy, you even check trash cans and manhole covers for treasure.” Remian’s lips curled into a slightly tolerant smile again. “But you have to remember this.”

Remian's smile faded as she glanced at the majestic cathedral silhouette outside the car window. Her voice was soft yet firm: "No matter how hard it is to accept losing your backpack, at least you're alive. Being alive is more important than any wealth. If you really can't pull the plug, don't hesitate, okay?"

"Don't worry, although I'm greedy, I'm greedy because I value my life." Han Fei gently squeezed the soft hand in his palm. "If things don't work out, I'll immediately take Texas and run away."

Remianne nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over his hand that was tightly clasped in hers, a hint of warmth and approval in her eyes: "Yes, that's how it should be. She trusts you and followed you to this foreign land, so naturally you must protect her."

She paused for a moment, then tightened her grip slightly, her voice soft yet firm, as if trying to pierce the dimness of the carriage: "Just like I want to protect you now."

A warm feeling welled up in his heart. Han Fei opened his mouth, a thousand words stuck in his throat, but in the end he just squeezed her hand tighter and said in a deep voice, "With you here, I believe that thing will definitely not be difficult for us."

The confessional van glided silently along, and outside the window, the spire of Lateran Cathedral cast a huge shadow in the setting sun, like a lurking beast.

Volume 1: Chapter 114 Waiting for Tomorrow

After a long while, the self-discipline confession vehicle came to a stop in front of the apartment building.

Han Fei and Remi'an got out of the car one after the other and pushed open the door to the apartment.

The moment the door lock clicked softly, Remuel slid out in her slippers to greet her.

"Sis, Han Fei is back!"

"Yes, you're back." Remien habitually ruffled her sister's hair. "Where's Xiaofei?"

"She arrived a while ago and has been waiting for you." As soon as Remuel finished speaking, Fiameta appeared in their line of sight.

As she spoke, Fiameta walked over and came into their line of sight.

Behind her, Texas, with a cool expression, nodded slightly to Han Fei and the others as a greeting.

"How is it?" Remien asked, getting straight to the point.

"What else could happen? Just as I expected."

Fiameta spread his hands, somewhat helplessly, and said, "It's all business. We can visit if we want, but we have to apply. If it's approved, we can visit Mostima; if not, we can only wait."

While the answer was somewhat disappointing, it was also within Remian's expectations. After all, Mr. Partridge was a man who strictly adhered to the rules.

Using connections won't work with the old man.

"So, the key question now is how long we have to wait to get through this approval process."

Remy paused for a moment, then frowned slightly and said, "Lord Partridge certainly isn't willing to help us speed up this process. It seems we'll have to seek help from others."

Han Fei had no say in the matter. He was good at charging into battle, but when it came to dealing with Laterano's official institutions, he could only stand by and watch.

"Alright, everyone, stop standing here and come inside," Remianne said gently, looking around at everyone.

Then everyone moved from the entrance hall to the living room.

After everyone took their seats, Remien was still discussing the details with Fiametta, while Han Fei, bored out of his mind, could only glance at the girls one by one.

Then he discovered a very interesting detail.

Remule, also known as Exusiai, sat very close to Texas, and the former would occasionally lean over and whisper a few words to Texas.

Texas will also respond to Exusiai's whispers, no longer maintaining her previous detached bystander attitude.

Undoubtedly, while Han Fei was away, Exusiai and Texas made some progress in their relationship, and were no longer just nodding acquaintances who never spoke to each other.

This discovery intrigued Han Fei, who thought it might be the connection between Penguin Logistics.

After all, there is a certain compatibility between people. Some people, even if you spend three to five years with them, may not become close, but some people can become friends in just one afternoon.

The compatibility between Texas and Exusiai is beyond doubt.

For a fleeting moment, Han Fei even considered kidnapping Exusiai.

GTI's logistics seems pretty good!

But this is just wishful thinking. Putting aside whether Remy Le herself is willing, Han Fei can't even get past her sister.

After all, Remuel is still a student and has to go to school!

Remian and Fiameta's conversation did not last long. Soon after, Fiameta stood up and said, "Then let's do it your way. We'll go through the procedures first thing tomorrow morning."

They only wanted to visit Mostima, not break him out of prison, so they didn't need to devise a meticulous plan, and the planning time naturally didn't need to be too long.

“Okay, then I’ll wait for you.” Remy Ann nodded slightly.

Fiameta turned to leave, but before she disappeared, Remian couldn't help but speak up again: "Little Fiameta, you don't need to hold a grudge against Andorn. He didn't do things this way on purpose."

Fiamet stopped in her tracks, turned to look at Remian with a serious expression, and said, "I don't know why you can be so calm, but I'm sorry, I don't think I can. He almost ruined you, he ruined Mostima, and he ruined the life we ​​knew. I just can't accept it."

Finally, she said again, "I'm leaving now, I'll come see you again tomorrow."

After saying that, Fiameta left without looking back.

Remien stared blankly in the direction where Fiameta had disappeared. After a long while, she looked away and said with some regret, "It seems she has completely taken a grudge against Andorn."

"This is normal."

Han Fei shrugged and said, "Although it may sound harsh, the truth is that she is a Libarian. She doesn't have your empathy and can't feel your emotions, so she thinks more than you do."

“But we didn’t ostracize her,” Remian explained.

“I know,” Han Fei said. “If you ostracized her, she definitely wouldn’t stay in your team. But, both you and Mostima could sense Andorn’s emotions when the incident happened, so you forgave him, and Mostima chose not to pursue the matter further because of your understanding. Am I right?”

"Yes."

Remian did not shy away. She looked into Han Fei's eyes and said, "At that time, Andorn's emotions were very complicated. Panic, shock, relief, and all sorts of different emotions were mixed together. However, I did not sense any murderous intent in his heart."

"He simply lost control; he didn't mean to hurt us."

"That's why I said you can sense each other's emotions, so you can understand each other," Han Fei sighed. "But Fiameta can't. Have you forgotten how hard she was to let go back then?"

"From her perspective, all she knows is that her captain went mad, hurting us all, causing Mostima to fall from grace, and destroying everything she knew. Yet, she can do nothing about it. How can she possibly let it go?"

Before Remian could speak, Han Fei continued, "I know you Sakortas are used to using empathy to skip the tedious communication process, but Fiameta isn't a Sakorta, so perhaps..."

He carefully considered his words before continuing, "Perhaps it would be better to be a little more considerate of her feelings."

"Well, you're right."

Remy stood up, stretched, and said, "It's probably because we've been neglecting her. We should pay more attention to her in the future."

The next second, she looked around and asked with a light laugh, "What would you like for dinner? I'll make it for you."

Han Fei shrugged and gave the classic reply: "Whatever."

"Good~"

Remy Ann smiled slightly and said, "Whoever you are, I'll reward you with a box of cactus tarts."

Upon hearing this, Han Fei couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "So you can't beat this cactus, huh?"

"Because at this time of year, I can't help but want to tease you."

Remian's smile widened, and she then looked at Texas and Remian beside her, saying, "And you two?"

Texas answered decisively: "I'm fine with either."

“I’m fine with anything, as long as it’s made by my older sister, I’ll eat it,” Remyle said, raising her hand.

"You guys."

Remien looked at the three of them with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, and said, "You're all so easygoing, huh? Then I'll just do my own thing."

"I trust my sister's cooking skills." Remy gave her sister a thumbs up.

Remien shook her head and turned to walk into the kitchen.

After Remienne left, Han Fei looked at the two of them and said, "I feel like I haven't been gone for very long, and your relationship has become so good?"

“Having another friend is never a bad thing,” Texas said softly.

"That's it."

Remuel nodded emphatically and said, "We can't just leave and Texas and I are left staring at each other like this."

"That's true."

Han Fei nodded slightly. He naturally didn't mind if the relationship between the two improved. Who knows, after the relationship between the two improved, GTI Logistics might be established in the future!

Wait, the Emperor is actually myself?!

However, that's just talk; Han Fei can't rap, so he can't be an emperor.

The skin tone part isn't quite accurate.

As the sun dips below the horizon, night falls over the holy city of Lateran. A new moon climbs into the sky, casting its cool light upon the quiet streets and towering spires, draping this city of faith in a hazy silver veil.

Perhaps because the farewell was approaching, Han Fei, for the first time in a long time, suffered from insomnia. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

He couldn't suppress his sleepiness, but he certainly got incredibly thirsty.

So he tiptoed out, poured himself a glass of water, and stood alone by the living room window, gazing at the city of faith under the moonlight.