Chapter 147

Although Texas's expression remained as aloof as ever, Theresa still managed to catch the fleeting ripple in her eyes.

"Mmm, baby."

Han Fei explained, "I had Closure help you build a war machine. It's still under development. She'll ask you about your needs later, so feel free to suggest anything."

"I don't need this, do I?"

Lemuen tilted her head, somewhat confused, wondering why Han Fei would suddenly give her a war chariot.

Unexpectedly, Han Fei's expression turned serious, and he said very earnestly, "No, you need it!"

This confused Lemuen even more, and she said softly, "I just need my gun."

"You're a very skilled sniper, we all know that," Han Fei said earnestly, "But, our team only has four people at most."

"If the situation becomes critical and we can't spare any manpower to keep an eye on you, you might be in danger. So, it would be better to bring a tank to help relieve some of the pressure."

Lemuen's insight was exceptional; she could sense that Han Fei's words were sincere, but not entirely so.

He had another reason he didn't say.

However, Lemuen trusted him.

Sister An didn't think Han Fei would harm her. At most, it was just like the sky belonging to HAAVK before—just some strange little quirks, nothing serious.

Furthermore, bringing a tank can indeed increase combat effectiveness.

Lemuen nodded slightly and said, "Alright, I agree. When will she come to see me?"

"Uncertain."

Han Fei scratched his head and said, "She's probably still getting to know Xiao Le."

"Really? Then I'll wait a bit," Lemuen said softly.

Seeing that everyone was there, Han Fei figured it would be convenient to inform them all at once, so he added, "Oh, by the way, I've Closure as our logistics supervisor."

"This..."

Texas raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself, "As expected of you."

If it were anyone else, they would definitely ask if it was too hasty.

After all, he had only been recruited for a short time and was already appointed as the logistics supervisor.

But Texas knew Han Fei all too well; this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

Lemuen also appointed as a supervisor immediately upon arrival.

Theresa, however, actually remarked, "So soon? I thought you'd give her a chance to assess her abilities."

"No need for further investigation, I trust you," Han Fei said. "Oh, by the way, can I unlock your access permissions?"

There is no supervisor position available for Theresa; at least for now, Han Fei has no way to find a supervisor for her.

For both medical and research and development, Han Fei still wants to find a professional to do the work.

"Good."

Theresa's eyes crinkled with delight. "I've been looking forward to it! I've been wanting to see what you've been up to."

"Then you're in luck, you'll get to see the entire base this time."

Immediately, Han Fei unlocked secondary access for her. "Alright, now, do you notice anything different?"

Volume 1: Chapter 181 There's still a reward segment

That night.

Han Fei returned to his room and collapsed onto the bed with a thud.

"Damn it, I didn't feel like I did anything that tiring, so why am I so exhausted?"

During the day, he spent time with Lemuen and Texas, helping Theresa familiarize herself with the facilities, assisting Lemuen in perfecting the vehicle, and teaching Theresa how to shoot.

--Theresa was already "dead" at that time, and if she used her own abilities, it would be too easy to expose her identity.

Therefore, Han Fei temporarily suggested that she use a gun.

This way, he could still pretend to be a skilled gunner in Terra.

To say these things are particularly tiring is an understatement; they're not actually that bad, since there's nothing physically demanding involved.

But for some reason, Han Fei just felt incredibly tired at that moment.

But the little rabbit said something else: you can't rest yet.

Han Fei wasn't sleepy at the moment, and since he wasn't tired anyway, he simply opened the Special Operations Center interface again to see what buffs the Level 4 Command Center offered.

He looked closely and saw that the level four command center had a total of three effects.

The action experience point increase rate changed from 1% to 2%, but this is meaningless to Han Fei, whose account is already at the maximum level.

The second change is that the number of pending orders in the trading hall has increased from 4 to 6, adding two more trading slots.

This isn't bad.

The maximum number of units a fully upgraded command center can hold is 10.

Just two more levels and the command center will be fully upgraded.

The last one is the most interesting – the simulated Operations map is unlocked, allowing operators to be dispatched to the simulated map, namely the original Zero Dam, Longbow Valley, Brakkesh, Space City, and Tidal Prison, to carry out missions.

This map is based entirely on the original Operations map. The special abilities of the deployed operators will be temporarily suppressed, and their physical functions will be the same as those of the GTI operators. Operators who go to the simulated Operations will temporarily be unable to use their own skills and will only retain their shooting abilities.

Based on the Operations mechanic, deployed operators can choose any GTI operator's skill as their skill for this battle.

Operators will not die on the simulated map, and will immediately return to the Special Operations Center if the squad fails to evacuate.

Han Fei studied it carefully and found that this thing was somewhat similar to the expedition exploration in some mobile games.

He can go himself, but there is a 15-day cooldown period, and he can only go once every two weeks. He can only choose one operator, and the team size is limited to 3 people.

The operators sent in have no cooldown period.

In other words, this thing is mainly used to send in agents from the Special Operations Center to search, raid, and withdraw.

But it must be said that Han Fei developed a slight interest in this thing.

Han Fei was very familiar with the original image.

Isn't this just like going home?

Han Fei was a little tired at first, but seeing this thing immediately perked him up.

Although operators can't use their skills in this type of map, sisters like Remy and Remy are good at shooting, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem.

However, Texas Theresa might have a bit of a hard time.

These two aren't Sankta; they're not skilled gunners.

But Han Fei wasn't too panicked; marksmanship is something that's purely about practice.

Which sharpshooter didn't hone their skills through sheer volume of bullets?

Next time we go to Terra, let those two white eggs carry a whole backpack and splash around with them first, just like Lionmaster practicing his shooting!

Just as my thoughts were drifting, there were three soft knocks on the door.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The crisp knocking sounded especially clear in the quiet night. Han Fei raised an eyebrow slightly—who could it be at this hour?

As he stood up, his shoes creaked softly against the floor. The moment his fingers touched the doorknob, a faint scent of gardenias wafted in through the crack in the door.

The moment the door opened, the warm light from the corridor illuminated a slender figure.

Lemuen remained in the position of raising her hand to knock, a few wisps of water still clinging to the ends of her pink hair, reflecting tiny glimmers of light under the lamp. She had clearly just taken a bath, her skin glowing with a faint rosy hue from the steam.

The slightly loose white shirt was casually tucked into the black pleated skirt, with the top three buttons undone, revealing a section of her jade-like neck and delicate collarbone.

Beneath the skirt, semi-transparent white stockings encased her shapely calves, the skin peeking through the fabric with a pearly sheen, delicate and soft.

She wore a pair of simple black leather shoes, the laces loosely tied, as if the owner had hurriedly slipped them on before rushing over.

Good evening.

Lemuen naturally lowered her hand that had been hanging in mid-air, her fingertips unconsciously twirling a strand of still-damp pink hair, a gentle smile curving her lips. "I hope I didn't disturb you?"

"No, I'm not asleep yet."

As Han Fei answered, his gaze naturally swept over her current attire.

It must be said that this outfit, though seemingly simple, is clean and refreshing, and subtly exudes a touch of unintentional sweetness.

"That's good."

Lemuen's smile deepened, her gaze lightly sweeping over Han Fei's shoulder into his room, her tone carrying a hint of light pleasure. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Please come in."

Han Fei stepped aside to make way.

Lemuen walked in with her hands behind her back, her fingertips subtly interlacing.

Han Fei closed the door behind him and followed her, casually asking, "Why are you here at this hour? Aren't you resting?"

"No rush, I'm still quite energetic."

Lemuen looked around, her voice soft as if she were talking to herself, "Your room seems almost untouched."

She turned her head, a teasing smile in her eyes, "Unlike Xiao Le, her room is almost exactly the same as her room in Laterano."

The operators' dormitories are basically all the same layout, consisting of fully functional single apartments, and are structurally indistinguishable.

But Han Fei's room has hardly changed since the day he moved in—it's exactly the same as it was when he moved in.

"Uh, I haven't had time to."

Han Fei scratched his head and casually explained, "Besides, I don't have much spare money."

Previously, his mind was filled with Haf Coins, missions, and supplies; he had no time to bother with room decorations. Every time he returned from a mission and finished resupplying, he was almost on the verge of bankruptcy, let alone using any extra money to beautify his dormitory.

"But things are different now."

Lemuen chuckled softly, her tone gentle and warm, "With a little tidying up, it will be more comfortable to live here, don't you think?"

"I don't know how to do that."

Han Fei shrugged, "Anyway, I'm quite comfortable living here now, so this is enough."

Han Fei wasn't picky about this; as long as it was clean and tidy and habitable, that was fine. Besides, to be honest, he didn't stay in this room very often.

He spent most of his time in Terra Sotacco; this room was more like a temporary lodging.

If you asked him to beautify the dormitory, he really couldn't think of any good ideas for it.

He's a rough, unrefined man; he's never done anything like this before.

At most, I'll just display a few figurines in my room as a token gesture.

"I'll get it done for you when I have time."

Lemuen seemed to have known all along that Han Fei would say this, and without any surprise or hesitation, she directly made this suggestion.

Han Fei hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you don't mind the trouble, I really can let you come."

"What's the trouble? It's not like it's a major overhaul." Lemuen readily agreed. "Alright, it's settled then, let me help you."

"Okay." Han Fei nodded, then asked with a hint of doubt, "So... Sister An, is there something you need?"

Yes, there is.

Lemuen settled into her chair leisurely, a sly glint in her eyes. Her voice was soft yet carried an undeniable authority. "Next up is 'special education time' for your little brother."

"Huh?" Han Fei was stunned, his expression full of confusion. "Education? What did I do wrong this time?"

"Still pretending not to know?"

Lemuen chuckled and gently nudged Han Fei's ankle with her foot. "Some guy who gets lustful at first sight, showing possessiveness after only seeing her for a short time—aren't you afraid Miss Texas will get jealous?"

Han Fei then realized she was referring to the matter with Ines, and scratched his head helplessly. "What kind of possessiveness is this? If we're really talking about relationships, I'm clearly closer to you guys, right?"

As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously drifted to Lemuen's feet, which were clad in white socks and little leather shoes.

To be honest, he has always preferred the sleek look of high heels—stilettos, block heels are not in his aesthetic range.

These preppy-style leather shoes weren't originally in his "favorite" category. He always felt that the JK style was a bit too immature and not nearly as charismatic as the mature, curvaceous women.