Chapter 158
The cards for Brakkesh's president's office and the Medical Conference Room definitely need to be used. They've already been used once, so why keep them?
Therefore, a full-scale attack on Brakkesh would suffice.
In theory, these two cards would be more suitable for Remuel, but in reality, Remuel is still in a learning phase.
At that time, it was enough to let them work on the Dam; there was no need to send them to other places.
It's not too late to go to Brakkesh once they've become more familiar with the Operations.
"Wow, that sounds great! I want to go too!"
Lemuen watched Texas's departing figure, and couldn't help but feel a little envious.
"Isn't that realistic fun?" Han Fei asked softly.
"Actually, it's not bad."
Lemuen scratched her head. "It's just too weak. I don't really like it. After going in, I felt like I wasn't myself anymore."
"To the point that I'm a little afraid that if I stay in the simulation for too long, I won't be used to my own body anymore."
"There's no need to keep going in, is there?"
Han Fei could understand this perfectly well. Terra's superhuman physique was far superior to that of Delta Force operators. Suddenly transforming from a superhuman into an ordinary person would naturally be difficult for him to adjust to.
"It depends on how you feel. If you get bored, go play some simulation games," Han Fei said softly. "If you don't want to go, you can go back to Terra for a vacation."
"Leave this to me."
Lemuen naturally wrapped her arms around her younger sister, her gaze falling on Han Fei: "I will take good care of them."
Han Fei smiled and said, "I feel at ease with you here."
They said they would depart in two hours, but in reality, Han Fei was already in front of the large pillar at the Special Operations Center an hour and forty minutes later, waiting for Theresa and Texas.
Start preparing your gear in advance to avoid being rushed and overwhelmed.
The first one to meet up with Han Fei was not Texas, but Theresa.
She wasn't wearing that familiar dress anymore; her long hair was tied in a ponytail, and she changed into a very ordinary hoodie and casual pants, with sunglasses covering half of her face.
With that outfit—hood up and sunglasses on—who could guess she's Theresa?
"How are you feeling, boss?"
Theresa lowered her head slightly, her beautiful eyes peeking out from above her sunglasses. "Do you still recognize me?"
"Whose urban girl is this?" Han Fei asked, feigning surprise.
Theresa was clearly satisfied with Han Fei's answer. A slight smile played on her lips, and her eyes crinkled as she asked, "Where are we going?"
"I don't know yet, let's wait and see."
Han Fei shrugged. Before landing, he had no idea where the ball would end up.
Rather than considering those things, Han Fei was more pragmatic, saying, "I'll equip you with the necessary gear."
"Good."
Theresa nodded slightly.
This is definitely a top-secret Brakkesh. The 35 armor set is easy to assemble; four helmets, four armor pieces, a decent bag, and a chest accessory should be enough.
In this regard, Han Fei felt there was no need to save money and directly equipped Theresa with brand new four-armor and four-head armor.
Theresa immediately felt the negative effects.
However, because Han Fei didn't activate his equipment display, Theresa's appearance still looked like that of a youthful and beautiful young girl.
"It really is amazing."
Theresa said, "Only with the permission you grant me can I remove this set of equipment, and it won't be visible from the outside."
Han Fei responded, "Of course. By the way, would you like to see what you look like with your gear on, or as you are?"
Theresa nodded almost without hesitation, "I want to see."
So, Han Fei opened the equipment display, and the next second Theresa was wearing that headgear.
A classic hearing aid with 100 endurance armor.
The reason for choosing 100 Endurance is that Texas demonstrated the correct resistance to negative buffs last time.
Therefore, Han Fei chose this armor because it has fewer negative effects and its durability is slightly higher than Asalahavk's armor.
"I'm going to look in the mirror."
Theresa ran off as she spoke.
"Go ahead, we'll discuss what gun you'll use when you come back," Han Fei said with a smile.
He did see Theresa's current appearance.
To be honest, it doesn't quite suit that outfit; it's better to just hide your equipment.
As a result, the two angel sisters arrived not long after Theresa left.
"Hey, why are you alone, boss?" Lemuen asked curiously.
"I wanted to ask that too."
Han Fei shrugged. "Theresa just passed by, you didn't run into her, right? Texas is probably doing something else too."
"Didn't meet him."
Lemuen walked to Han Fei's side, looked him up and down, her eyes full of concern, and said, "Don't do anything reckless while I'm away. Be careful, and promise me you'll come back safely, okay?"
"Good."
Han Fei said softly, "I promise you, I will bring them back safely."
No sooner had the words left her lips than the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from not far away.
This commotion naturally caught Han Fei's attention, because he remembered that no one in the family seemed to wear high heels regularly.
As Han Fei looked in that direction, Texas appeared naturally in front of him.
Texas's attire today is completely different from yesterday's.
The well-tailored black suit clung to her slender waist, outlining her elegant curves.
The crisp trousers had a beautiful drape, and as she walked, the cuffs lifted slightly, revealing glimpses of her ankles encased in black stockings—a patch of snow-white skin peeking through the black fabric, strikingly eye-catching.
She was wearing her signature red-soled high heels, the same pair she had specially worn for Han Fei last time.
The sound of the heels striking the ground was crisp and rhythmic, each step feeling like it was treading on the very tip of one's heart.
What's even more amazing is that she somehow found a pair of gold-rimmed non-prescription glasses, which she lightly placed on her pert nose.
Behind the glasses, her beautiful heterochromatic eyes remained aloof, yet the small accessory added a touch of intellect. At this moment, she looked exactly like a restrained, aloof secretary who had stepped out of the office of a business elite.
Black stockings encasing shapely legs in tailored trousers, the deadly allure of red-soled stilettos, an icy expression that keeps strangers at bay, and a meticulously tailored uniform—this is more than just something that appeals to Han Fei's aesthetic.
It was practically a personal concert on his XP system, with three encores.
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Han Fei's eyes widened, and he was almost unable to react for a moment.
He truly hadn't expected that Texas would voluntarily change into such a completely different outfit.
What's even more remarkable is that it's the kind of uniform he personally favors—neat, austere, yet silently emphasizing curves.
"Boss."
Texas gently pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, her gaze behind the lenses calmly fixed on Han Fei, who was staring blankly at her. Seeing his focused expression, a faint yet real joy quietly swept through her heart.
Ultimately, she still hoped to gain his approval.
After all, this was an outfit she had mentally prepared herself to wear. If it didn't elicit even a moment of his distraction or a word of affirmation, wouldn't all her previous hesitation and courage have been meaningless?
"Very beautiful."
Only upon hearing Texas's voice did Han Fei seem to snap out of his daze, and he sincerely exclaimed, "It suits you perfectly, really!"
"Um."
Texas responded softly, a glint of light flashing in her eyes like ripples spreading from a pebble thrown into a still lake—slight, yet undeniably present.
Lemuen nearby, keenly noticed the fleeting joy in Texas's eyes, and for a moment, she felt a mix of emotions.
She hadn't known Texas for very long, only about two field missions.
But for Lemuen, who was good at seeing through people's hearts, this period of time was enough for her to see a person's true nature.
Texas always gave her the impression of being silent and reliable, like a sharp blade sheathed, accustomed to using a cool and indifferent mask to wrap her true emotions layer by layer, down-to-earth and resilient, but difficult to get close to.
Yet this very person now voluntarily shed his protective shell, donning an outfit with a clear purpose—to please Han Fei.
This scene stirred complex emotions within Lemuen.
She was initially surprised that Texas would take such a bold step, which completely overturned her preconceived notions about the country.
Immediately, a subtle, indescribable sense of pride quietly arose within her—in her view, Texas's actions were undoubtedly "provoked" in some way.
The source of that stimulation is all too obvious:
Just now, under the pillars in the lobby of the Special Operations Center, she and Han Fei shared a passionate kiss that they couldn't keep secret from others.
Lemuen couldn't help but smile.
At that moment, she suddenly realized that her unintentional "initiative" had become a catalyst for Texas to lower her guard and face her feelings.
This realization brought a strange sense of satisfaction, as if she had not only won Han Fei's attention, but also indirectly won this aloof companion's silent "approval".
Undoubtedly, Texas felt a strong sense of crisis at that time, so strong that she had to take the initiative to win back Han Fei's attention in this way.
Unlike Texas, Lemuen did not feel threatened by Texas's current posture.
The reason is simple: Lemuen has already gotten what she wanted.
Although she paid a small price for it—she also lost her first kiss.
But in exchange, Lemuen didn't feel like she had lost out.
On the contrary, this kind of exchange is Lemuen can accept and enjoys.
Therefore, far from feeling jealous, Lemuen offered her sincere praise:
"A very nice outfit. Texas looks a bit like our boss's secretary now; she seems very reliable."
Texas glanced at Lemuen and replied softly, "I will try my best."
"It's not about trying," Lemuen's voice was gentle yet firm, "He truly needs you."
At this point, she suddenly changed the subject and asked with concern, "But, can these shoes really support you in battle?"
Lemuen's concerns were not unfounded. She herself was a sniper, and even if she fought in high heels, it wouldn't be a problem; she could simply find a high vantage point to maintain her aim.
But Texas is a close-combat expert, relying entirely on her lower body strength to maneuver and shift positions in close combat.
The delicate high heels she wore made Lemuen wonder if Texas could truly exert her full strength and remain firmly on the battlefield.
"Can."
Texas nodded slightly, her tone calm yet confident. "It's simpler than I imagined."
This wasn't the first time she'd worn these shoes. The last time was more of a deliberate display, but this time it meant truly incorporating them into her daily combat gear. She couldn't possibly ignore their practicality in real combat.
"I tried it in the room."
Before he could finish speaking, Texas suddenly exerted force with his foot!
A series of crisp, rapid sounds of heels striking the floor tiles rang out, and her figure shot out like lightning. Her speed was not affected at all by the slender heels, and in the blink of an eye, she had already rushed in front of Han Fei.
Before Han Fei and Lemuen could fully react, she retreated at the same speed, landing precisely back at the starting point.
She then demonstrated several difficult moves in quick succession—a clean front kick, a light jump in place, and a single-leg spinning back kick that requires extremely strong core strength and balance.
Every movement was as steady as a rock. Those seemingly fragile high heels beneath her feet seemed to become a weapon extending from her body, rather than a constraint.
Finally, Texas straightened up, her back ramrod straight, and said casually, "Ordinary battles should be fine, but high-intensity continuous combat might be risky."
"However, I considered the possibility of that situation, so as a backup plan, I brought a different pair of shoes."
Texas said casually, "I'll replace it if necessary."