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

Han Fei racked his brains and came up with an excuse that even he himself found dubious, "I noticed you don't seem to be wearing socks right now? Since I'm right here, I can... cough, give you some 'advice' on how to choose socks?"

Upon hearing this, Texas's mocking smile deepened, the curve of her lips became meaningful, and her face clearly said—you? You even know about stockings?

She tilted her head slightly and explained in a calm yet suffocating tone, "It's not that I didn't have socks, I just took a shower."

She casually tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear, saying, "I don't want to feel restricted. Wearing something light and comfortable is more pleasant."

"By the way, this outfit is a new one I just bought."

Texas glanced down at her T-shirt, hot pants, and flip-flops and said softly, "It didn't cost much, so I didn't tell you earlier. I just bought this set on my own initiative. Oh, and I also bought some snacks and drinks."

"Things in the trading house are too expensive. It's more convenient and cheaper to order from Terra."

Han Fei then realized that the few missing Haff coins he had noticed earlier had disappeared just like that.

"It's nothing, there's no need to report this to me. I trust you."

Han Fei didn't care much about that. The girls in the Special Operations Department were actually quite sensible and considerate. Even the seemingly carefree Remy was actually very reliable most of the time.

There's really no need to worry too much about his character.

"Ah."

Texas responded softly, her slender fingers expertly gliding across the virtual screen of the trading house, and a pale blue purchasing interface appeared.

Han Fei glanced around out of the corner of his eye—it really was a page full of stockings! His heart skipped a beat, unable to resist a little thrill.

"Ahem, no other meaning, just wanted to give some professional outfit advice..." Han Fei silently recited in his heart, but his body had already acted accordingly.

He tiptoed like a scout, sneaking around a bit, and quietly moved to stand next to Texas.

Texas didn't even look up, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, but didn't chase him away, as if she tacitly approved of his approach.

Her slender, fair fingers casually pointed to one of the styles: "This one?"

“No, no,” Han Fei immediately shook his head, transforming into a seasoned commentator, “Too thick! It’s opaque and doesn’t show through the skin, lacking that subtle, alluring beauty, and it’s not sophisticated enough.”

"Oh?" Texas moved her finger away and pointed to a relatively simple one next to it. "How about this one?"

"This one... well, it's alright, it's a basic model."

Han Fei nodded seriously, but his gaze swept across the other products like a radar, and then pointed precisely to a style in the featured section—a pair of black stockings with a very low denier, so thin that they were almost transparent. The cuffs and ankles were decorated with delicate lace, and the most eye-catching feature was a thin, long, hollowed-out "shrimp line" that elegantly extended upwards from the heel.

"Look at this! How about this one?"

Han Fei's voice carried a seductive quality, and his eyes sparkled.

"No."

Texas's refusal was swift and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation: "We're going on a field mission, not a vacation party."

She calmly analyzed the needs.

“Overly complicated designs are prone to snagging and add unnecessary inconvenience when moving around. They’re just a burden.” She paused, then added with a slightly sarcastic tone, “If it were for leisure travel, I might consider it.”

"Hey, you can't say that!" Han Fei persisted, trying to persuade him. "Just buy and stock up first! There will always be times when you're not on missions and can just relax, right? When that happens, this will be the best equipment, won't it?"

Texas raised an eyebrow slightly, turned her head, and her cool gaze fell on Han Fei's face as he tried to sell his product.

She understood perfectly well that her boss's so-called "guidance" was essentially just to satisfy his peculiar aesthetic preferences and petty hobbies.

but……

It didn't really matter. A sense of helplessness mixed with a feeling of indulgence flashed through Texas's mind.

If I really minded, I wouldn't have looked at these private clothes in front of him in the first place, and I certainly wouldn't have given him the opportunity to get close and comment on them.

"Row."

She looked away, no longer hesitating, and lightly swiped her finger across the screen, "Then place the order."

With a pleasant "beep" confirmation sound, the stockings with lace trim and "shrimp vein" detail were successfully added to the shopping cart.

Han Fei could barely suppress the upward curve of his lips, his joy overflowing. His gaze returned to the screen, his eyes lingering on the alluring interface.

Oh? These... His gaze quickly swept over several more daring designs in the corner, categorized as "erotic," and some explicit images flashed through his mind, but the spark of reason immediately extinguished it.

Stop! Han Fei mentally gave himself a sharp slam on the brakes. A smart person knows when to stop!

The atmosphere is just right now, bringing up those things would be like throwing stones into a harmonious lake—purely ruining the mood and courting disaster! Let's preserve this small victory for now.

There's a saying that goes, "You stand on the bridge admiring the scenery, while someone in a building admires you."

While Han Fei was picking out the black stockings, Texas was also silently observing him.

She could keenly detect Han Fei's gaze, noticing that his eyes would occasionally linger on those revealing stockings, but not for long, and he would never make a purchase request.

Texas understood that he was restraining himself.

After all, this man is really easy to guess.

At the same time, his gaze did not linger on the occasional stockings of other colors; it seemed that he simply liked this particular shade of black.

Just as Texas was thinking this, she heard Han Fei suddenly blurt out:

"We already have black stockings, how about adding a pair of high heels?"

Volume 1: Chapter 130 Different People

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fei was hit on the head.

"Ouch."

Han Fei reached up and touched the top of his head, glancing sideways at Texas.

Their gazes met in mid-air.

The latter remained aloof, her expression unchanged, as if she hadn't been the one knocking on Han Fei's head just now. She said nonchalantly, "We're going on a field mission, not a business negotiation. I don't think I have the opportunity to wear high heels, so I'll decline."

Han Fei blinked and tentatively suggested, "But don't you think you'd look good in a smart suit and a pair of long, red-soled high heels?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Texas subconsciously glanced at Han Fei's current attire.

The latter was now wearing dark tactical pants and a light green long-sleeved shirt with the Delta logo, which looked very lightweight and suitable for both combat and casual wear.

It's what the operators look like when they're not wearing equipment.

Texas calmly concluded, "I think this outfit actually suits you quite well, doesn't it?"

"Really?"

Han Fei blinked and suddenly canceled the display of equipment buttons.

"now what?"

Before Han Fei finished speaking, he casually flicked his finger, and the light green operative uniform quickly faded and dissolved, just like paint thrown into water.

Instead, a deep silhouette suddenly appeared—Red Wolf's signature custom-made bulletproof suit seemed to solidify from the shadows, instantly enveloping his figure.

The black and gold color scheme exudes an understated luxury, while the gunmetal details reveal a cold, hard texture under light. The heavy tailoring is not meant to flatter elegant curves, but rather a declaration of strong lines, conveying a chilling, unapproachable aura.

The slightly bulky lines conceal the sharp edges of the protective plates, silently proclaiming that this outfit is both armor and battle robe.

He raised his hand, his fingertips hooking the silent mask that covered his entire face. With a soft "click," the mask obediently slid off. Han Fei's face, which carried a hint of laziness yet inexplicably appeared angular against the backdrop of his suit, was completely exposed to the light.

With a half-smile playing on his lips, he turned slightly to the side, his gaze fixed on Texas's face, like an actor on stage awaiting the judgment of a key audience member.

"..."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Texas's cool eyes widened slightly, and a barely perceptible glint flashed across her deep blue eyes.

The contrast between the imposing suit and the somewhat frivolous man before her was too intense. She subconsciously and very briefly held her breath, even her usually composed shoulders seemed to tense up almost imperceptibly for a moment.

But all the fluctuations were perfectly contained in the blink of an eye, as quickly as if they had never happened.

"...It's very suitable."

Her voice remained as clear and crisp as ever, without much emotion, but this time she even omitted a brief comment.

Han Fei asked expectantly, "Then, can we buy it?"

"No."

Texas shook her head again: "Boss, you're not wearing dress shoes, so you obviously know that our next operation will require shoes more suitable for fieldwork. So why should I go through the trouble of buying a new pair of high heels?"

"Okay, fine."

Seeing Texas's reaction, Han Fei stopped insisting, shrugged, and said, "What you said makes sense. I was just being too persistent."

The next second, the equipment display lit up again, and he changed back into his original casual clothes.

Texas looked at Han Fei, who had changed back into his original attire, and subconsciously asked, "Why haven't I seen you wearing this before?"

"Because he's too handsome."

Han Fei raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't you think that outfit is a bit too conspicuous?"

Black Wolf is sometimes called Big Black Rat because its all-black appearance can sometimes make it difficult for opponents to see it clearly, thus making them vulnerable to attack.

However, to be honest, walking around Terra in a full outfit does make you quite conspicuous.

Han Fei didn't really want that much attention.

In contrast, those who directly display their equipment look like just militants.

"That's true."

Texas nodded slightly, acknowledging the statement. Then, she paused and affirmed, "However, it suits you very well."

Han Fei readily accepted Texas's praise, saying, "Really? Then I'll wear this outfit for my field assignment tomorrow."

"Okay," Texas replied. "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room now."

"Okay, get some rest." Han Fei nodded.

Watching the slender figure disappear at the entrance of the shooting range, he turned around, sat down by the shooting window, and opened the warehouse interface to start organizing supplies.

Texas made her way back to her cabin. As she passed the slightly ajar door next door, Remuel's energetic shouts pierced through the crack:

"Sis, sis! Look at this! It would be super cool to hang on the wall!"

Texas paused almost imperceptibly, glancing sideways at the door—it was Remuel's new room.

But she didn't linger; she simply looked away and pushed open her own door.

"Click."

The doors closed, and the excellent sound insulation instantly swallowed up all the noise from the outside world.

The room was completely silent, so quiet that you could almost hear your own steady heartbeat.

However, this carefully maintained calm was easily shattered by a certain voice.

Don't you think we're a good match?

Han Fei's words, spoken with a mix of probing and joking, echoed in his mind without warning.

What then emerged was a face that, after the mask slipped off, held a hint of languor yet stood out remarkably against the sharp lines of the suit.

The light fell on the corners of his mouth, which were curved in a half-smile, making the image too clear.

"...Do they match well?"

Texas murmured softly, as if asking herself. She buried her face deeply in the soft pillow, revealing only her beautiful heterochromatic eyes.

At this moment, those eyes, which were always calm and aloof, were stirred by the figure that had forcibly entered their minds, causing an indescribable ripple.

A stone named "Han Fei" was thrown into the calm lake of my heart.

As if possessed, she opened the trading post interface again.

Swipe your fingertip to filter...

A pair of slender black high heels with heels a full eight centimeters long and soles as red as blood appeared prominently in the center of the screen.

Texas could almost picture Han Fei's raised eyebrows and gleaming eyes when he saw it.

He'll definitely like it.

This thought was crystal clear.

With slender fingers moving faster than thought, she gently tapped the green "Buy" button in the bottom right corner.

"Beep." The notification sound of a successful purchase was particularly crisp in the silence.

Texas snapped back to reality, as if burned, and quickly buried her face back into the pillow.