What Happened to the Delta Force We Agreed On? Why Did It Turn into Arknights? Chapter 47

"We mean no harm."

Texas stepped forward and stood beside Han Fei. "Us appearing here was simply an accident.

"Also, there's no need to try drawing your weapon. My boss can be a little reckless at times, but overall, he's a good man. I'd rather not see you point a weapon at him."

"Exactly."

Han Fei said solemnly, "We mean no harm. We're just new here, that's all."

"But you're carrying a gun."

Lemuen stared at the M250 on Han Fei's back. "I don't believe you have a firearms permit. The Notarial Office has never issued firearms permits to outsiders."

"This gun is different from Laterano's guns. They may look somewhat alike, but their inner workings are completely different."

As he spoke, Han Fei took the M250 off his back and held it in both hands.

To prove he was telling the truth, Han Fei did not mind letting Lemuen handle his M250.

However, just then, Han Fei caught a flash of red light out of the corner of his eye.

"Huh?"

That familiar red light instantly reminded Han Fei of something unpleasant.

—"I never expected you to understand Hafk!"

"Get down!"

He grabbed Texas by the wrist, and they both dove to the ground.

Texas's long hair traced a silvery-gray arc through the air. Before its tips could touch the ground, a sniper round tore through the air with a howl.

Bang!

A sharp gunshot rang out. The bullet punched into the granite paving, and chunks of concrete burst outward like buckshot. Several fragments grazed Han Fei's tactical helmet, scraping across his visor with a piercing screech.

On a distant high point, the glint from a sniper scope stood out like a giant lightbulb even in broad daylight.

Han Fei raised his head slightly and looked at the hole in the paving before him, a suspicion forming in his mind—this shot had only been a warning.

"This place isn't safe."

Texas moved swiftly. She rose at once and pressed herself against the wall, both hands gripping the hilt of her sword as her eyes fixed on Lemuen.

"Boss, please give the order."

The moment she finished speaking, she saw Han Fei had already put on that thick suit of heavy riot gear, with his familiar greatshield in hand.

"Cellinia, don't rush."

Holding his greatshield, Han Fei kept watch in the direction of the scope's reflection. "Don't escalate the conflict."

Han Fei remained calm. This was Laterano. If things escalated, he did not think he would come out ahead.

Never mind the gun knights—the sniper who might have been one of those AWM maniacs alone would be enough to give Han Fei hell.

Surely no one actually thought those AWM maniacs were weak!

Since both hands were occupied with the shield, Han Fei simply opened his backpack interface and dragged his M250 onto the ground. He said to Lemuen, "Why don't you try it yourself? This thing isn't one of Laterano's guns."

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P.S. Rushing in is a mistake. Let me ask—does anyone have a build for getting into Confidential with 23,000?

Volume One: Lemuen

Lemuen hesitated for a moment before picking up Han Fei's M250.

The instant she gripped the trigger, Lemuen, as a Sankta, clearly sensed that Han Fei had been telling the truth. This gun was indeed not made in Laterano.

Laterano firearms were an extraordinarily complex integrated casting-unit system, engraved with Originium circuits. That was precisely why only Sankta, with the aid of the Law, could fire them through a series of intricate and delicate operations.

Han Fei's M250 clearly had none of that.

Though it had the shape of a long gun, it was so simple that it seemed as though it could fire with nothing more than a pull of the trigger.

"This truly is not one of our firearms."

Lemuen returned the gun to Han Fei. "Fine, you aren't carrying a firearm illegally. But how did you get in here?"

"We got set up."

Han Fei shrugged helplessly. "We were supposed to land outside the city, but someone screwed us over and sent us straight in."

Texas tilted her head and glanced at Han Fei. She knew it was only a lie, but at the moment, a lie was indeed more useful than the truth.

The explanation sounded a little far-fetched, but the Laterano Guard had yet to sound an alarm. Along with the goodwill Han Fei had continuously shown, it made the young Lemuen lower part of her guard. She moved her hand away from her guardian gun and said, "Then I'll believe you for now. Don't cause trouble in Laterano. The Notarial Office and the Laterano Guard aren't people you want to provoke."

After saying that, Lemuen glanced at the M250 and reminded him, "I wouldn't advise you to stroll openly through Laterano's streets with a gun on your back. It'll bring you plenty of trouble."

"I get what you mean," Han Fei said.

Firearms were controlled items in Laterano. A Sankta walking down the street with a gun was no big deal—they had permits.

But if an outsider carried a gun through Laterano's streets, it was no exaggeration to say it was like openly parading around with a gun on the streets back home.

Still, understanding was one thing. Han Fei had no way to put the M250 away. He carried a twenty-five-slot purple backpack, with an even grid layout—a standard five-by-five.

The bad news was that the M250 took up a two-by-six space.

Other than carrying it in his hands, Han Fei had no other choice.

"All right, I can't keep watching you forever. I still have school."

Lemuen took a bite from the apple pie in her hand. The wonderful taste instantly curved her eyes into crescents. She turned around, repeatedly waved toward the distant high point, and shouted, "Sis, come down for a moment!"

Han Fei narrowed his eyes and looked up at the high point. He seriously doubted whether the sniper up there could hear her from so far away.

But judging from the result, the glint from the sniper scope vanished. Apparently, she had heard or seen what was happening here.

Before long, a pink-haired girl walked over. "Lemuen."

The moment Han Fei saw her, his expression turned a little strange—what kind of AWM maniac ditched the M700 for an AWM? Seriously?

At that moment, Han Fei was immensely grateful that the previous shot had only been a warning rather than a real engagement.

The level-four armor he wore could not withstand an AWM shot. Forget level-four armor—even Liu Tao would go down from that!

Lemuen grinned at Lemuen. "Sis, why don't you handle these two? I'm going to be late for school."

"Not going to be. You already are."

Lemuen tapped Lemuen on the forehead and urged, "Go on. Don't dawdle."

"See you after school, Sis~"

Lemuen skipped away, leaving only Lemuen, Han Fei, and Texas staring at one another.

Fortunately, the silence did not last. Lemuen spoke first, introducing herself. "Hello, uninvited guests. I'm Lemuen, a member of the Laterano Guard."

"Hello, Lemuen. I'm Han Fei. As you can see, I'm a scavenger who occasionally works as a mercenary." Han Fei extended his hand and introduced Texas as well. "She's my companion, Texas."

Texas stared expressionlessly at Lemuen without any intention of speaking. It was not entirely due to her personality; that earlier shot was also part of it.

Whether that shot had been a warning or not, firing was still firing. Texas could not pretend nothing had happened.

Han Fei, on the other hand, was rather optimistic. In Delta Force, enemies who had been fighting to the death one second could cooperate the next because of a shared goal.

That was right—he meant those bridge-camping bastards.

Besides, that shot had not even been aimed at him. It had merely struck the ground in front of him.

"Under Laterano law, I have the right to place the two of you under temporary supervision."

Lemuen's voice was as calm as ice as her gaze swept over Han Fei and Texas. "It is a necessary measure. Until I can ensure that neither of you will disrupt Laterano's order, I will accompany you both, and..."

Lemuen looked at the M250 on Han Fei's back. "As for that gun, the Notarial Office needs to verify its origins. If it is not a Laterano creation, it will naturally be returned to its owner."

Han Fei had no objections to Lemuen's businesslike attitude. It was just that making a trip to the Notarial Office was rather troublesome.

"Can't we skip it?"

He was not worried that Laterano would confiscate his M250. As long as it was not a Laterano-made firearm, the Notarial Office would not pursue the matter and would return it after inspection.

This had been recorded in Arknights as well.

Lemuen replied expressionlessly, "No."

The next second, she added, "It is a necessary measure. If you don't want the Tribunal knocking on your door every few days while you walk Laterano's streets, you'd better listen to me."

"Uh..."

Hearing that description, Han Fei could already feel the trouble coming. He had no desire to have Laterano officials showing up at his door every so often. That would seriously interfere with his loot-and-extract runs!

Still, thinking of extraction, Han Fei instinctively opened his map and glanced over the details.

The map was still completely black. The extraction points were identical to the ones in Space City—either pull the lever to extract or abandon his gear.

In theory, there should also be Ascension, but Han Fei could not see where the Ascension mission was. This damned map did not display mission locations at all.

Seeing Han Fei fall silent, Lemuen assumed he still had not changed his mind. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. "You still don't want to go?"

"No, it's fine."

Han Fei closed the map. He had only just landed and had not even picked up anything yet. Thinking about extraction now was too early. Even if this was Laterano, he had to make at least one round before leaving!

"You lead the way."

"Follow me."

Lemuen turned around and led the way. "Stay close, and don't make any unnecessary movements."

Han Fei picked up his greatshield and followed behind Lemuen.

Texas walked slowly to Han Fei's side and asked in a low voice, "Boss, are you sure you want to stay here?"

"What else would I do?"

Han Fei blinked. He only had five days in total. Where could he even run to?

Besides, he had already marked the extraction points when he opened the map earlier. Whether he had to abandon his gear or pull a lever, the extraction points were all inside this city.

If he went too far, only to run out of time to pull the lever later, that would be ridiculous.

Han Fei did not want to abandon his gear. He had not brought a large chest rig; his backpack was all he had to support his carrying capacity.

Volume One: Check a Manhole Cover First

Lemuen led Han Fei through Laterano's streets. As Han Fei watched the pink-haired girl's back, he had only one thought in his mind.

—I want it.

It was not because Han Fei was desperately suppressing something. It was because who would not want an AWM?!

This was not some bare gun dug out of a weapon crate. It was an AWM with ammunition, one that could actually fire!

It was no exaggeration to say that having one of these would greatly increase his odds of getting loot in Space City.

This thing was far more useful than any red M7 or red M14!

With red M7s and M14s, he would still have to trade shots with people and risk getting killed in return.

But with one shot from an AWM, a hit to the chest meant an instant kill!

If the other person was weakened after having gone down once, even a shot to the abdomen would still kill instantly.

If this were not Laterano, and if the person before him were not Exusiai's sister, Han Fei would definitely try knifing that AWM woman.

Perhaps Han Fei's gaze was too intense, because Lemuen could not help turning around to look at him.

Their gazes met in midair. Only then did Lemuen realize that Han Fei was not staring at her at all, but at the guardian gun on her back.

"Are you interested in it?"

"Very."

Since their gazes had met, Han Fei did not bother hiding it. He admitted openly, "Your gun looks pretty good."

Lemuen glanced sideways at her guardian gun, and her expression softened. "Of course. It's my guardian gun.

"However, I can't let you touch it. Please understand."

"I get what you mean."

As Han Fei said that, he glanced at Texas, patted her shoulder, and reassured her, "Relax. Don't keep such a stiff face."