How Did Delta Force Turn into Arknights?

Seeing this, Han Fei stepped forward, opened the front passenger door, and took the seat.

Then the door closed. Texas started the car with practiced ease and said, "If I don't tell you to get out later, then stay in the car."

Han Fei was somewhat puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Just a guess," Cellinia said softly. "Anyway, listen to me. I won't hurt you."

Han Fei nodded slightly. "All right."

Compared to Giuseppe, Cellinia was naturally far more trustworthy.

Before long, the convoy slowly left the estate, its tires crunching softly over the gravel road.

Cellinia had no intention of making small talk, so Han Fei idly looked out the window. Sunlight filtered through the bulletproof glass, casting mottled patches of light and shadow across the car.

Suddenly, a car wash worker in faded coveralls entered Han Fei's field of view, only to be swiftly left behind by the convoy.

Han Fei instinctively looked into the rearview mirror and saw the man standing in front of a shabby car wash, staring fixedly at the Texas Family's convoy.

"What is it?" Cellinia asked.

"Nothing. I just saw an interesting person."

Han Fei withdrew his gaze. The car wash worker had long since disappeared behind them.

"Is that so?"

Texas said softly, with no intention of pursuing the matter.

After roughly an hour's drive, the convoy slowly entered a warehouse district.

The accompanying personnel got out one after another, but because of what Texas had said earlier, Han Fei remained motionless in the car.

Texas did the same.

With nothing happening for the moment, Han Fei asked out of curiosity, "If you don't mind me asking, what is this place for?"

"The family's goods are stored here," Texas said quietly. "Mostly Originium, with the occasional other thing that can't see the light of day."

"Originium?"

Han Fei was intrigued. Back when he was the Doctor, he had spent no small amount of money buying Originium, and sometimes he had even popped one or two himself.

"Then later, I..."

Han Fei had only gotten halfway through his sentence when Texas suddenly made a shushing gesture. "Shh. They're here."

Han Fei hurriedly looked out the window and saw one black luxury sedan after another pulling up.

Before long, the sedans had surrounded the Texas Family convoy and the warehouses behind it.

By sheer numbers alone, the Siracusans had at least three times as many vehicles as the Texas Family.

The next second, a familiar black-and-white figure stepped out of a car.

The moment Lappland landed, she drew the long blade at her waist and called out with a smile, "Cellinia, I know you're here. Won't you come out and meet me?"

Han Fei looked at Cellinia, but she shook her head, signaling him not to leave the car.

Han Fei had no choice but to let it go. He quickly surveyed the battlefield. The Siracusan vehicles had completely encircled the convoy, crossbowmen occupied the high ground, and the Texas Family's thugs had been forced back toward the warehouses—like turtles trapped in a jar.

At this rate, it was only a matter of time before the Texas Family's thugs were wiped out.

After waiting for a while without seeing Cellinia show herself, Lappland's smile gradually faded. She said coldly, "Since you won't show yourself, then I'll make my move.

"Kill them all!"

At Lappland's command, the Siracusan crossbowmen began firing at the Texas Family convoy.

Naturally, the Texas Family's thugs would not sit around waiting to die. They drew their hand crossbows and returned fire.

For a time, the whistling of bolts never ceased, punctuated by the occasional scream of someone being struck.

Han Fei sat in the car, listening to the clanging of crossbow bolts hitting the glass, and could not help asking, "Are we really not going to do anything?"

The moment he finished speaking, the rolling shutters of several nearby warehouses flew open. Then, suited thugs bearing the Texas Family insignia surged out from all directions.

Several Ironfist lieutenants led them. One of them shouted, "Siracusans, you really came! Then today will be your day to die!"

"So that's how it is."

A complicated look appeared on Cellinia's face.

At this point, even an idiot could understand.

Giuseppe had not sent Cellinia here to guard the place. He had clearly sent her here as bait, to lure Lappland out so he could ambush her in advance.

Far Away ### "Your father really is a..."

Han Fei trailed off, suddenly at a loss for what adjective to use.

A piece of shit?

Wouldn't that mean insulting Cellinia too?

Yet words that lacked enough bite could not precisely convey how he felt right now.

He was pissed. Han Fei was extremely pissed.

After all, Cellinia was not the only one who had been sold out. As her nominal bodyguard, he too was now stuck inside the encirclement.

"This is the family."

Cellinia's tone was calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as though she herself were not the one being used as bait.

After saying that, the girl turned to look at Han Fei. "You're angry."

"Tch. Yeah, I'm pretty pissed."

Han Fei smacked his lips. Your dad really is something else.

Thinking about it carefully, Giuseppe's move was hardly surprising. He had even killed his own father to seize power and inherit the position. Selling his daughter out as bait was merely standard piece-of-shit behavior.

"Would it have killed him to give us a heads-up?"

Han Fei sneered, his tactical glove scraping tiny marks into the car door's armrest. "Even if he'd told us plainly he was using you as bait, the outcome wouldn't have changed, would it?"

"If he had told you, would you still have come here willingly?"

Texas had long grown accustomed to the schemes and infighting among families. Even after being betrayed by her own father, she did not get angry over it.

Texas's gaze swept over the rearview mirror. In its reflection, Lappland's blade was slicing open a family thug's throat, the spraying blood scattering under the sunlight like spilled rubies.

Han Fei silently rubbed the safety of his Bizon submachine gun. If I'd known earlier, I'd have pocketed a few more things.

You expect me to risk my life as bait for you without even giving me a little red? Keep dreaming.

A rat's life is a life too!

A dull thump suddenly sounded outside the car window. An Ironfist lieutenant covered in blood crashed against the glass, his fingers leaving five bloody streaks on it as a rasping gurgle came from his throat.

"Huh?"

Han Fei turned toward the window. Lappland's figure darted through the crowd, her silver-white hair tracing sharp arcs through the air. Every swing of her twin blades raised a spray of scarlet mist.

The Texas Family's ambushers fell in swathes like stalks of wheat. Some had barely raised their hand crossbows before their wrists were severed in a single slash; others tried to form up defensively, only to have their formation brutally smashed apart.

The most elite Ironfist lieutenant barely blocked the first strike, but when the second came down, his eyes widened—he saw half his arm fly up with the blade's gleam. Before it even hit the ground, the third strike had already pierced his throat.

"Huh? Something about this situation doesn't seem right."

Han Fei was stunned. Judging from the battle alone, Lappland in the crowd looked like a god of war. Anyone who did not know better would think the Texas Family's thugs were the ones who had been ambushed.

"Holy crap, is this Lappland's strength?"

Texas did not care in the slightest whether those family thugs lived or died. After only one glance, she looked away and said, "The encirclement is in disarray. We should leave."

"Yeah, it's time to go," Han Fei said.

The Siracusan killers had never ignored the two of them. Every so often, a crossbow bolt would whistle over and strike the car window with precision.

The car used blast-resistant glass, but as the hits piled up, numerous spiderweb cracks had already appeared across the windows. They probably would not hold much longer.

Once the windows shattered completely, this car would no longer be a safe shelter. It would become an iron coffin instead.

Han Fei swept his gaze over the scene outside. Those Texas Family thugs were still making their final stand, but judging by the situation, their defeat was only a matter of time.

If Cellinia had chosen to join the fight, he naturally would not have stood by and watched. But since she had no intention of saving those family thugs, Han Fei cared even less whether they lived or died.

Giuseppe, who had orchestrated all of this, likely never imagined that his carefully planned ambush—one for which he had even used his own daughter as bait—would be ruined by Lappland's counterattack.

Not only had he failed to wipe out the Siracusan killers, even the ambushers he had sent would be annihilated. What a way to lose both the chicken and the rice.

Cellinia started the car and looked at Han Fei through the rearview mirror. "Do you want to settle the score with him?"

Han Fei's fingers unconsciously brushed along the body of his Bizon submachine gun, the chill of metal seeping into his fingertips.

"To be honest, a little."

His voice was low, carrying suppressed anger.

Han Fei did not like being deceived.

To be more precise, nobody liked being deceived.

Any Delta Force player should understand just how disgusting it felt to be deceived.

If you went in with just a knife, acted like a rat, gave the signal to get out, and the other side did not accept it before kicking you away, you would not feel all that strongly about it.

Not accepting the signal was normal. Nothing unusual about that.

But if they accepted the signal only to lure you out and kill you, even the most mild-tempered rat player would get angry.

The same applied to Han Fei. Using him as bait was negotiable. As long as they paid, everything could be discussed. But deceiving Han Fei into coming here as bait without saying a word meant that all he could offer Giuseppe was a sour lemon.

"After we get back, I'll go find him with you," Texas said. "As it happens, there are some things I want to discuss with him too."

Hearing that, Han Fei turned to look at the girl. Through that pretty, expressionless face, he could not tell what Cellinia was thinking.

"Fine. We'll go together."

"Mm."

Texas answered and started the car.

The sudden roar of the engine sounded so conspicuous in the warehouse district filled with shouts and battle cries that Lappland immediately noticed the luxury sedan starting up.

She instantly swung her long blade and shouted, "Stop that car! Don't let anyone escape!"

At Lappland's command, several Siracusans immediately got into their cars and started their engines, trying to block Texas.

The warehouse district had originally been fairly spacious, but with two convoys now filling it, sedan after sedan had made the roads congested. The Siracusans only had to drive a short distance before they blocked Cellinia's path entirely.

Cellinia tried to reverse, but the Siracusans quickly noticed her intent and used several more cars to completely block the route behind her as well.

Now, Cellinia was trapped with nowhere to go.

Han Fei unfastened his seat belt. "Looks like we have no choice but to fight."

"Let's take a car."

Cellinia made the same motion and said, "See that black car at the outermost edge ahead? Take it. I'll drive, and I'll get us out of here."

Han Fei looked over and saw a black sedan parked at the very outer edge of the encirclement.

"Got it."

With that, Han Fei activated Shield Dog's ultimate and began equipping the thick, heavy bomb-disposal gear over himself.

Watching Han Fei's movements, Cellinia could not help feeling a little curious—where had he hidden all that equipment?

The shield was indeed something Han Fei carried with him, but where had that helmet and armor come from?

The heavy bomb-disposal gear was not the enclosed helmet and Level 4 armor Han Fei usually wore. It was an extra set of helmet and armor granted by Deep Blue's ultimate. It did not appear in the equipment interface, but it truly existed.

—Otherwise, there would have been no way for it to reduce Deep Blue's damage.

But now was clearly not the time to investigate that. Cellinia retrieved her twin swords from the back seat and asked, "Ready?"

"I'm ready. Follow me, I'll cover you."

As he spoke, Han Fei raised his hand and released the drone from his wrist.

The drone rose up, only to be blocked by the car roof. Unable to take flight, it could only remain trapped inside the car.

That was exactly the effect Han Fei wanted.