Delta Force Was Supposed to Be... How Did It Turn into Arknights?

"Whoosh—!"

Before the shriek of the first crossbow bolt tearing through the air had faded, the men in black suits raised their arms in mechanical unison. A cold glint flashed from their cuffs—more than a dozen folding hand crossbows sprang open at once, the poisoned blue sheen on their bolts gleaming lethally beneath the sun.

"Holy shit?!"

Han Fei jolted in alarm. His left hand instinctively grabbed the collar of the Lupo on his right and violently hurled him in front of himself.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"

The dull sounds of bolts piercing flesh came in rapid succession.

"Argh!"

The Lupo used as a human shield let out a miserable scream. His body convulsed violently as triangular arrowheads punched through his back, their bloodied tips less than an inch from Han Fei's eyes.

Warm liquid splattered across Han Fei's autistic head mask, staining his vision crimson.

Volume One: Lappland

"Holy shit, that was fucking terrifying."

Han Fei raised a hand to wipe his face—or rather, wiped the blood off his mask.

Good thing he had reacted quickly. Otherwise, he would have been the one covered in crossbow bolts.

At that moment, the men in black suits at the bar entrance came to their senses. They pulled hand crossbows from their clothes and began returning fire.

The whooshing of bolts cutting through the air came from behind Han Fei. He was dumbfounded. You bunch of assholes, could you at least consider that there's a bystander here?

Han Fei had simply been unlucky. The alley was already narrow enough that even two cars would struggle to pass side by side, so he had not deliberately walked close to either edge.

When he had been stopped earlier, he and the two Lupo had happened to be standing in the middle of the road.

As a result, he was now trapped between the two groups, a living target.

More importantly, the men in black on both sides were firing at full force. They did not care in the slightest whether Han Fei lived or died, and the dense barrage of crossbow bolts showed no sign of stopping.

"I need to get to the side, or I'll be a sitting duck."

At this moment, Han Fei was incredibly glad he had chosen Veyron.

With his jetpack at full power, Han Fei dashed through the air toward the left.

While jetting away, Han Fei could even hear a series of clangs from the riot shield on his back.

There was no doubt about it—crossbow bolts had struck his riot shield.

Without that shield, his back would probably have been shot full of holes on the spot.

Getting them to stop was obviously out of the question. Both sides had already gone bloodthirsty. People kept falling, and the fight had become utterly vicious.

If this had been in Tundra, Han Fei might have helped out.

But looking at these two groups now, neither seemed like good people. He really did not want to get involved in this mess.

But as the saying went, the tree might wish for peace, but the wind would not stop. Han Fei did not want trouble, yet trouble came looking for him.

After the two sides exchanged opinions with their hand crossbows, they each drew long blades and short clubs, entering the melee phase.

The moment that happened, Han Fei saw two men in black suits from opposing factions walking toward him from either side.

At first, Han Fei thought they were targeting each other. But when they got closer, he realized something was wrong. Fuck, they're coming for me!

The instant he realized that, Han Fei nearly lost it. "Seriously? Aren't you two enemies? Why are you looking at me?"

The man in black from the bar snarled, "Don't think I didn't see it. You used one of our guys to block arrows just now, didn't you?!"

The man in black from the other side did not look any friendlier. With a ferocious expression, he said, "Do we need to explain ourselves to you when we're handling business? Die!"

Han Fei was so angered by these two vicious gangsters that he laughed. "So you just think I'm easy to bully, huh?"

The bar's man in black shouted, "Quit talking shit! Go join my friend in the grave!"

Seeing this, Han Fei could not be bothered wasting words on them. He directly pulled out his Bizon, his expression dark. "That's what I should be saying. What the hell are you babbling about? Explain it to my Bizon!"

With that, Han Fei pulled the trigger.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Flames burst from the Bizon's muzzle. RIP rounds designed specifically to tear through flesh shot out at high speed and struck the bar man in black directly in the eyeball.

Just one round made his body go limp. He collapsed to the ground without another sound.

The next second, Han Fei swung the muzzle toward the man in black on his left and fired another RIP round.

Again, only one shot. Another life fell beneath Han Fei's gun.

"RIP rounds really do deal insane headshot damage. What were these little punks trying to prove? They've clearly never been hit by a flesh-ripping Bizon!"

RIP rounds, or flesh rounds, were especially effective against flesh. In Delta Force, a headshot from a RIP round dealt enough damage to instantly kill a GTI Superhuman!

However, RIP rounds did too little armor damage. Even an ordinary helmet would be hard to penetrate for a headshot, so under normal circumstances, nobody used RIP rounds to aim for the head.

But Han Fei had no such concerns right now.

Not a single one of these gangsters wore helmets. Every last one had a bowler hat on their head.

Those hats could not stop his RIP rounds!

At that moment, Han Fei suddenly noticed something.

Ever since his gun had gone off, the sounds of shouting and killing had stopped!

He instinctively looked to both sides. The two groups that had just been fighting fiercely had both paused, their gazes turning toward Han Fei in unison.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

Han Fei blinked innocently. "Go on, keep fighting."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed out from the crowd. Then, with a leap, she soared into the air, the twin blades in her hands carving out a crescent arc as they came crashing down at Han Fei.

Han Fei dashed aside again, jetting away to evade the descending slash. Then he looked helplessly at the owner of the twin blades. "Seriously, why are you all targeting me? Aren't you enemies? Why bother with a random passerby like me?"

"Hahahaha."

The ambusher—Lappland—burst into loud laughter. "You did something bad. Did you really expect us to let you off?"

"Are all of your eyes this sharp?"

As Han Fei spoke, he put away his Bizon. "I originally wanted to coexist peacefully with you as an ordinary passerby, but it looks like I have no choice but to transform."

With that, Han Fei removed the riot shield from his back and fully unfolded it. Then, as if by habit, he stuck a Little Bread onto it.

"Oh?"

Lappland watched Han Fei with great interest. "I've heard that Ursus has a group of elite shield guards in its army. Are you one of them?"

"No, I'm not from Ursus."

Han Fei lifted his shield and looked at Lappland through its viewing window. "I really don't want to fight you, Miss Lappland."

"Hm? You know me?"

The curiosity on Lappland's face grew even stronger. She looked Han Fei up and down after his transformation. "I don't know you. Who did you hear about me from?"

Han Fei blinked. "You guess."

"I won't!"

The moment she spoke, Lappland suddenly kicked off the ground and charged straight at Han Fei, both blades swinging down together.

The instant Lappland got close to Han Fei, the Little Bread on his shield detected the approaching enemy and activated automatically.

With a bang, invisible sound waves struck Lappland. Pain immediately appeared on her beautiful face.

"Behave!"

Han Fei keenly caught that brief moment of distraction. His shield slammed forward, directly knocking Lappland to the ground.

She was sent flying backward and landed flat on her back.

Volume One: Can You Beat My Shield Dog?

"Miss!"

The gangsters behind Lappland hurried to her side, looking at her anxiously. "Miss, are you all right?"

Lappland sat up and shook her head. "I'm fine."

Then she looked up at Han Fei with curiosity. "Why didn't you follow up?"

"I don't want to be your enemy."

Han Fei looked at Lappland with complete sincerity.

The Twin Wolves were among the Operators he liked more in Arknights, old comrades who had accompanied him through the early stages.

If possible, he really did not want to fight the Operators who had accompanied him through countless days and nights while looting, shooting, and extracting.

"Oh, really?"

The corners of Lappland's lips suddenly curled up, revealing a wild grin. "But I want to fight you."

However, the moment she stood up, Han Fei appeared in front of her as fast as flying, a white jetstream trailing behind him.

This jet-powered elbow strike was both fast and vicious. Lappland had no time to react. She had only just gotten to her feet when an immense force crashed into her.

Without exaggeration, in that instant, Lappland felt as though she had been hit by a speeding car.

Bang!

Lappland slammed heavily into the ground. The intense pain made her bare her teeth. "My back!"

Han Fei moved even faster. Before Lappland could get back up, she felt something wrap around her waist.

Looking down, she saw a grappling hook hooked onto her belt.

This is bad!

The thought had barely surfaced in Lappland's mind before her body was dragged away.

Thud!

Third time's the charm!

After being sent flying for the third time, Lappland bared her teeth and said, "You said you didn't want to fight me, but you really don't hold back!"

"Because if I don't make you hurt a little, I doubt you'll settle down."

Han Fei stood behind his full-body shield, looking at Lappland through the observation window with some amusement.

To be honest, Lappland was not actually a bad person.

Though her mouth was merciless, she had genuinely helped Texas quite a lot in the story.

But Han Fei obviously would not receive that treatment.

He knew perfectly well that Lappland and Texas had known each other since childhood. Calling them childhood sweethearts would not be an exaggeration.

It was normal for childhood sweethearts to bicker and roughhouse.

But what about him? He was just a passerby!

Lappland did not go easy on passersby. When she attacked, she attacked to kill, without the slightest hint of mercy!

Rather than trade insults with her, it was better to subdue her through action.

"So, do you still want to fight me?"

Han Fei asked sincerely, "I've already gone easy on you, Miss Lappland."

If he had really wanted to hurt her, Han Fei would have thrown C4 long ago. At the very least, another Little Bread would have been stuck to his shield.

Instead, he was merely using shield bashes and elbow strikes. He had not even used his razor wire.

"Fight? Why wouldn't I?"

Lappland climbed back to her feet. "If you can truly convince me, I'll let you go."

"Then come on."

Han Fei loosened his shoulders and pointed upward.

At once, a drone rose into the sky and released powerful, thunderous sound waves.

When the first wave of sound struck, all the surrounding Lupo clutched their ears in pain.

Even Lappland was no exception.