Wasn't This Supposed to Be Delta Force? How Did It Turn into Arknights? Chapter 35

If the drone took off, it would be far too easy to shoot down in an environment like this with barely any cover. It was better off staying in the car; with the vehicle as cover, it would at least have some protection.

The next second, the sonic blast released by the drone left every Lupo within a thirty-meter radius writhing in pain.

Even the two sides locked in battle stopped moving under the effects of the sonic blast, collapsing painfully to their knees.

Even Cellinia, who had been about to open the door and get out, stopped in her tracks under the sonic blast. Her usually expressionless face was now tightly furrowed.

Han Fei pushed open the car door and strode straight out. Thanks to the sonic blast, all the Siracusan crossbowmen had lost their ability to fight, leaving them unable to attack Han Fei.

Not far away, Lappland gritted her teeth and endured the pain as she said, "I knew it. It really was you."

It was not as though Lappland had made no preparations. After seeing just how disgusting Han Fei's drone could be, she had sent someone to buy earplugs.

However, those earplugs clearly could not block the drone's high-frequency sonic blasts.

"Yeah. Who else could it be but me, baby?"

Han Fei teased Lappland with his words, but his hands were not slow.

He quickly ran over to Cellinia's car door, yanked it open, took Texas by the wrist, and said, "I'll take you over there."

"Okay."

Cellinia bit down on her lip and got out of the car with Han Fei's support.

"We don't have much time. We need to move quickly."

As Han Fei said this, he held out his hand. "So, just like last time, I'll carry you over."

The drone's duration was not particularly long. There was a four-second interval between each sonic blast, for a total of four blasts. Even including the time it took to emit the blasts themselves, it did not add up to thirty seconds.

This was Han Fei's golden window to break through. If he failed to escape within that time, he would have no choice but to brave the Siracusans' hail of fire and force his way out with Cellinia.

The latter was obviously on an entirely different level of difficulty from the former.

After all, Shield Dog was powerful, but Han Fei's stamina could not support him elbowing his way through the entire battlefield.

Besides, the Siracusans did not only have crossbowmen. They also had Casters capable of threatening Han Fei.

Cellinia fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "We'll follow your plan."

Han Fei immediately wrapped an arm around Cellinia's waist, pulled her into his embrace, and blasted off toward the target vehicle in a burst of jet propulsion.

Lappland instantly guessed Han Fei's intentions and shouted, "Stop him! Don't let him leave!"

Though her order carried, there were very few subordinates capable of carrying it out.

Thirty meters was neither especially far nor especially close. It happened to cover every Siracusan capable of attacking Han Fei.

Suppressed by the sonic blasts, the Lupo assassins were doing well enough if they could straighten their backs. How could they possibly make any further movements?

"Damn it."

As she watched Han Fei draw closer and closer to his target, a nameless rage rose within Lappland.

Ever since arriving in Columbia, she had repeatedly suffered at Han Fei's hands. This time, she had finally gained the upper hand, yet she could not teach him a lesson and had to watch helplessly as he escaped.

That was something Lappland could never accept.

Desperate to break this deadlock, Lappland instinctively looked toward the sedan the two had ridden in earlier. Then, with her sharp eyes, she spotted that familiar drone inside the cabin.

As long as she destroyed that drone, everything would be fine.

With that thought, Lappland snatched the hand crossbow from the crossbowman beside her, raised it, and began to aim.

Noticing Lappland's intention, one Siracusan assassin endured the pain, rose to his feet, and slammed into the car window.

That impact became the final straw. The bulletproof glass that had protected Han Fei for so long shattered on the spot.

Thump!

Another sonic blast left Lappland literally dizzy and seeing stars.

Her vision was completely blurred. She could not see anything clearly at all.

"Damn it."

Lappland cursed and shook her head hard, barely managing to make her vision somewhat less blurry.

Seizing that brief opening, Lappland held her breath, focused, and pulled the trigger.

The young lady of the Saluzzo Family displayed the poise expected of her. The crossbow bolt passed over the shoulder of the assassin by the window and struck the drone with perfect accuracy.

The drone was far too fragile. The moment it was hit by the bolt, it was destroyed and fell down.

With the drone destroyed, the sonic blasts that had caused the Lupo such unbearable pain finally ended.

The aftereffects of the sonic blasts did not last long. Soon, the assassins from Siracusa picked up their weapons once more and resumed fighting the Texas Family members before them.

As for Han Fei, he had already brought Texas to the black car outside the encirclement.

Behind the window, the driver instinctively raised his hand crossbow, preparing to shoot the two of them.

The next second, the longsword in Cellinia's hand pierced straight through the man's throat.

"Get in."

Cellinia withdrew her sword, flung open the car door, threw the corpse out, and smoothly took the driver's seat.

Looking down, she saw that perhaps because everything had happened so suddenly, the driver had not had time to remove the keys.

That saved them quite a bit of trouble.

This was the first piece of good news Cellinia had encountered today, and it improved her mood somewhat. "We got lucky."

Han Fei, seated in the passenger seat, casually replied, "We did."

Texas started the sedan with practiced ease. "Time to go back."

"Young lady, what are you doing?!"

An Iron Fist capo noticed Cellinia's actions and immediately shouted, "Are you going to betray us?!"

Cellinia gave the Iron Fist capo an expressionless glance, then looked away and said to Han Fei, "Hold on tight."

After witnessing the schemes between her own family members once again, Cellinia no longer had any desire to speak to the Iron Fist capo.

She only wanted to leave this place, return to the old estate, settle everything, and then leave forever—leave this mire that filled her with such disgust.

The engine suddenly roared, and the tires burned two black streaks across the asphalt. Cellinia sharply spun the wheel, and the black car drifted into a U-turn like an arrow loosed from its bow.

In the rearview mirror, Lappland held her long blade horizontally. Its tip pointed directly along the path of their escape.

"Cellinia, we'll meet again. I promise it won't be long."

Volume One: Chapter 54: Pursuit

The black sedan sped down a Columbian highway. Perhaps because this area was not residential to begin with, or perhaps for some other reason,

on the way back, aside from the six sedans behind them carrying Siracusan assassins, Han Fei did not see a single other vehicle.

For that very reason, those Siracusan assassins became especially brazen. They pulled out hand crossbows in the middle of the street and unleashed a barrage at the black car Han Fei was riding in.

The stolen black car did not even have bulletproof glass. After only a few hits, the rear window had already shattered beyond recognition.

With crossbow bolts whistling past his ears, Han Fei pulled out his Bizon and said while reloading, "These guys are seriously annoying."

The moment he finished speaking, a crossbow bolt skimmed past Han Fei's shoulder and embedded itself in the dashboard, leaving behind spiderweb-like cracks.

Han Fei instinctively ducked, pressing himself as deeply into the seat as possible while continuing to reload.

His Bizon was still loaded with RIP rounds. Those bullets were expensive; he should not waste them on these grunts. The Tier 1 white rounds he had bought earlier would do just fine.

Texas noticed Han Fei's intention and warned, "Be careful."

"I get it."

Han Fei unfastened his seatbelt and leaned out through the window. He raised the Bizon submachine gun, aimed at the black sedan behind them to the right, and pulled the trigger.

In an instant, muzzle flashes burst from the unmodified gun as a torrent of Tier 1 white rounds poured out.

With several sharp cracks, the car's windows shattered at once. The thug in the passenger seat took several shots, his body went limp, and he fell silent.

The assassin in the driver's seat reacted quickly. The moment Han Fei leaned out, he curled himself into a ball, narrowly escaping disaster.

Under the Bizon's high rate of fire, an entire magazine of white rounds was emptied in an instant. Han Fei pulled himself back into the car and said, "Tch, this is a little inefficient."

He had not brought many white rounds. Though the ammunition was cheap, judging by what had just happened, white rounds alone might not be enough to take out all these Siracusan assassins.

Han Fei did not want to use his valuable RIP rounds on these grunts.

RIP rounds were far too expensive. If he fired them all off, he would probably never recoup the cost.

But leaving them alone was clearly not an option.

If he ignored the whistling crossbow bolts and one actually hit Cellinia, her family uniform would definitely not withstand it. If it struck a vital spot, the consequences would be unthinkable.

With that in mind, Han Fei suddenly came up with an idea. "How about slowing down a little and closing the distance? I'll throw C4 onto them and take them out in one go."

This method was undoubtedly extremely risky. The car's windows were not bulletproof; even hand crossbows could easily punch through them.

Once Texas slowed down, the Siracusans would catch up to them without question. At that point, the Siracusan assassins could use their numerical advantage to attack Han Fei and Texas from multiple directions.

Then, this battered sedan would become the two of them's iron coffin.

Texas's fingers tightened abruptly around the steering wheel, and the leather let out a faint creak under the pressure of her palm.

"Are you sure?"

The girl's voice lost its usual icy indifference and carried a touch more gravity.

This concerned their lives. Even Cellinia did not dare take it lightly.

After all, she was not a walking tank like Han Fei.

"Trust me."

Han Fei wore a serious expression, the magnetic bomb already prepared in his hand.

This was Veyron's weakness. Veyron's C4 dealt heavy damage, but in terms of throwing range, it was clearly inferior to Red Wolf's triple grenade launcher.

Red Wolf could fire a triple grenade from the museum all the way to Babel's extraction point. Veyron simply could not do that.

If anyone else had said this, Cellinia would never have gambled with her life. But Han Fei was different. In their previous operations, he had already proven himself reliable.

After a brief moment of thought, Texas proposed, "Slowing down is too dangerous. Let's turn around instead. I'll create an opening for you. Whether you can seize it is up to you."

Han Fei said, "Alright. Leave it to me."

"Hold on."

After dropping those words, Texas slammed on the brakes and sharply turned the wheel to the right.

The tires carved four black arcs across the asphalt as the whole car nearly swung sideways. The black sedan behind them was caught off guard, its front end grazing past their car door.

At the instant the two vehicles passed each other, Han Fei leaned half his body out of the window and precisely stuck the magnetic bomb onto the other car's fuel cap.

"Magnetic bomb out!"

The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the entire car. Startled, the driver of the black car beside it violently jerked the wheel, sending the vehicle straight into the crash barrier. The sound of tearing metal at that moment made one's teeth ache.

"Four left."

As Texas calmly reported the count, she slammed down on the accelerator, and the engine let out a thunderous roar.

At that moment, one black car took the opportunity to flank them from the right. Han Fei saw the crossbowman bracing his hand crossbow against the window.

"Duck!"

Han Fei shouted and simultaneously ducked down.

The shrieking crossbow bolt almost passed over their heads, pierced through the car, and embedded itself precisely in the trunk of a roadside tree twenty meters away.

Han Fei suddenly popped his head out, and the Bizon spat fire. White rounds struck the driver squarely in the chest.

The out-of-control black car immediately convulsed like a dying beast. The steering wheel spun weakly in the dead driver's hands, the tires shrieked harshly, and the car scraped sideways against the guardrail before plunging headfirst into the greenery.

Even so, Han Fei did not stop. An enhanced fragmentation grenade appeared in his hand. After pulling the pin, he accurately threw the round little thing through the shattered window and into the black car.

Three left, Han Fei silently counted.

Boom!

The instant the explosion rang out, a black car suddenly cut in from the left like a crazed beast, ramming desperately into Texas's sedan.

Han Fei hurriedly shouted, "Watch out!"

Texas calmly jerked the steering wheel to the right, but she was still a step too slow.