Promised Delta Force, How Did It Turn into Arknights?

After saying that, he turned around and winked exaggeratedly at the girls behind him.

Mostima naturally had no reaction. She did not care about this sort of thing.

Fiammetta, on the other hand, spoke up under Han Fei's pointed looks. "Master Pangnini, I'll keep an eye on his every move."

Volume One: Time to Eat!

As a master gunsmith, Pangnini had spent a long time studying the art of gunmaking.

Precisely because of that, with this rare opportunity to examine an improved firearm from a foreign land, Pangnini found it difficult to resist the allure of such unfamiliar craftsmanship.

He very much wanted to see what this simplified firearm was all about.

"You really won't mess with my things?" Pangnini confirmed again and again.

"I promise you," Han Fei said. "They'll keep an eye on me too."

Pangnini adjusted his glasses, glanced at the girls behind Han Fei, and said, "Fine, then. But you'd better let me study that gun of yours properly."

Han Fei readily agreed. "Sure, deal."

Fiammetta wanted to say something, but stopped herself. They had clearly come here for her to test the gun—how had it suddenly become something for Pangnini to study?

Pangnini noticed and asked Fiammetta, "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Han Fei explained for her. "It's like this. We came here so she could try out the handling and power of my gun."

"I see."

Only then did Pangnini understand. "That works out perfectly. You can test it first. I happen to want to see the power of this imitation gun too."

The moment he finished speaking, Pangnini saw Han Fei follow them behind the counter.

"What are you coming in here for?"

"I'm taking a look at this case."

As he spoke, Han Fei raised a hand and opened the weapon case behind Pangnini.

Pangnini rubbed his forehead, but he did not stop Han Fei. "You kid, there's nothing much in there."

Han Fei did not care. The things he searched out clearly had not been in the containers to begin with.

Did this guy not understand Delta Force's loot spawn mechanics?

The case creaked open, and a search interface appeared in Han Fei's vision.

"Huh?"

Han Fei focused his gaze. Two one-slot items and one four-slot item.

The first item that spun out was trash, a green rear grip. Then came the four-slot item beside it.

Four-slot items from weapon cases were still worth looking forward to.

But before long, a large four-slot drum magazine utterly extinguished Han Fei's hopes.

"Tch."

Han Fei clicked his tongue. He had thought it would be something like military explosives, but it was just a green drum mag—worthless junk.

Pangnini had been watching Han Fei the whole time. Seeing his disappointment, he said, "I told you there wasn't anything in there."

The moment he finished speaking, Pangnini saw the disappointment vanish from Han Fei's face, replaced by joy.

A distinctly human look of confusion appeared on Pangnini's birdlike face. What was this kid doing?

Naturally, Han Fei had a reason to be pleased. The final slot in the weapon case had produced a programmable processor.

It was only a one-slot small gold item, but it was an exceptionally good one-slot small gold item.

"Not bad."

Han Fei closed the search interface and thought, Classified Space City's drop rates really aren't bad. I'll never badmouth you again.

Han Fei had barely visited Classified Space City before. His impression of the map was that its drop rates seemed worse than Classified Longbow Valley's, and its players were poor—all knife runners and quest kids.

So Han Fei had badmouthed Classified Space City plenty of times.

But now that he had gained one small gold item, Han Fei decided that he would not badmouth Classified Space City again until this mission was over.

Pangnini bent down and looked into the weapon case. He found nothing unusual inside; it held only the tools he normally used, so he truly could not understand what Han Fei was muttering about so mysteriously.

Not bad? What was not bad about it?

Still, Han Fei's search did put Pangnini somewhat at ease. In his eyes, Han Fei had merely opened the weapon case and looked inside. He had not actually turned the whole thing upside down.

That was how Delta Force's search system worked. Whether it was a dumpster or a manhole cover, all one had to do was open it. There was no need to physically rummage through it from top to bottom.

Feeling temporarily reassured, Pangnini quickly turned his attention back to the firearms themselves. "All right, kid, stop looking. Come with us to the shooting range."

Han Fei looked around and saw no other searchable containers, so he said, "Sure, coming."

The group went through a small side door to the back of the shop.

Behind it was Pangnini's workshop. The air was filled with the cold scent of gun oil and metal, while tools and unfinished firearms lay scattered across the workbench.

This master evidently shed plenty of feathers in his daily life. Some drifted between the parts, while others lightly covered piles of wood shavings. Their pale tips were stained with a little metal dust, glinting faintly in the sunlight.

Did animal folk really shed this badly every day?

Thinking that, Han Fei could not help glancing at Texas. He had never seen her deal with such a problem.

Texas met his gaze expressionlessly. "What are you looking at me for?"

There was another small door behind the gunsmithing workshop. After Pangnini took out a key and unlocked it, he said, "The shooting range is through here. Come on in."

"I'm not going in."

Han Fei immediately raised his hand. "I'll take a look around your workshop."

There were still several containers to search in this workshop, and Han Fei had no intention of passing them up. He would search them first and worry about the rest later.

"Then I'll stay behind too," Mostima said. "I can keep an eye on him."

Mostima had no interest in Han Fei's M250. She had a guardian gun of her own and had no need to pay attention to these foreign imitations.

Pangnini said, "All right, keep watch over him for me. Don't let him mess up my things."

"Of course, Master Pangnini." Mostima agreed with a smile.

"I'll go in with them."

Texas suddenly spoke up. "I'll help you watch them, so they don't damage your guns."

"Hey, you little girl." Pangnini immediately became displeased. "I'm the most famous master gunsmith on this street! I even made the gun for that gun-knight grandfather of hers! Even if something gets damaged, I can fix it!"

Han Fei was not worried about that. Delta Force equipment was unquestionably durable.

Not to mention anything else—even if someone stuck a C4 to your back, after it exploded, the guns on your back would still be perfectly intact!

Still, Han Fei did not refuse Texas's goodwill. "All right, then I'll leave it to you."

Texas waved a hand without saying anything and followed Pangnini through the small door.

As the door closed, Han Fei and Mostima were left alone in the workshop.

Mostima was a very charming operator. Even though she had not Fallen yet, and did not have those pair of demonic black horns on her head, it did nothing to diminish her allure.

But Han Fei had no interest in chatting with her.

What woman could compare to Haf Coins?

There were far more places to search in this workshop than outside: two ammo boxes, one large weapon case, one drawer cabinet, and one crate resembling a field supply box. Five containers in total.

Five containers. Even if none of them were high-tier containers, searching them all should at least yield a small purple item, right?

Han Fei was still hungry. All he had searched along the way were dumpsters and manhole covers. Now that he had finally found some containers, he had to feast properly!

Mostima quietly watched Han Fei open an ammo box, then squat there without moving.

From the looks of it, he really was examining it.

That put Mostima slightly at ease. She did not care what Han Fei did, but it would be best if he did not do anything out of line.

Before long, she heard Han Fei suddenly complain, "Why are they all white rounds? Give me some gold ammo. Even Level 4 rounds would do in a pinch."

The unfamiliar terms piqued Mostima's curiosity slightly, but she did not speak. She simply watched as Han Fei alternated between looking annoyed and beaming with delight.

Soon, Han Fei had searched all five containers. His haul could only be called average. Out of all five containers, the only slightly valuable things were a Bastion muzzle and nearly a full stack of 9x19 Level 3 rounds.

Other than that, there were only a few small blue items to make up the numbers.

"Classified Space City's drop rates really are garbage."

Such a haul naturally could not satisfy Han Fei. People were greedy, and Han Fei was no exception. He wanted to pull a big red item straight from a weapon case, then happily extract.

At last, Mostima spoke. "I'm rather curious."

She looked at Han Fei with interest and said unhurriedly, "I never saw you take anything out of those containers, but the way you kept muttering made it sound as if you had picked up something valuable. Could you explain?"

Han Fei met Mostima's eyes. After several seconds, he blinked and said, "No. It's not convenient."

Unexpectedly, Mostima did not press him further. She smiled faintly. "All right. Everyone has secrets, and I won't force you."

Then she changed the subject. "As long as Master Pangnini doesn't come out later and say something is missing, I can pretend none of this happened."

Han Fei knew what he had done, so he was not flustered. He had only taken the things that spawned inside the containers; he had not touched any supplies left out in the open.

In fact, there were still several things glowing white on the workbench.

"Thanks."

Han Fei walked over to Mostima, took out the only can of lemon tea in his bag, and offered it to her. "Here, for a friend."

Mostima looked at the lemon tea in Han Fei's hand and said softly, "I've never seen this brand before. Thank you for the thought, but I'm not thirsty."

"It's fine. Just think of it as trying the flavor," Han Fei said.

Mostima shook her head. "There's really no need."

Seeing her insistence, Han Fei did not press the matter. He put the lemon tea back into his bag, looked toward the small door, and said, "They still aren't out."

While he had been looting, gunshots had already sounded from behind the small door. They were faint because of the soundproofing, but Han Fei was not wearing the Shut-in Helmet right now, so he could still hear them.

Just as he said that, someone opened the small door from inside. Pangnini emerged with the girls.

Han Fei went up to meet them. "Master, what do you think of my gun?"

Pangnini glanced at Han Fei, looking as though he wanted to speak but held himself back.

"It's fine, just say it," Han Fei said. "I like hearing the truth."

Volume One: Master Gunsmith? Gun Modification Master!

"To be honest, it's pretty average."

Pangnini adjusted his glasses. "Your gun's power is decent, but it has no upper limit. Its rate of fire barely passes muster. You could call it usable."

Han Fei casually buttered him up. "A master truly is a master. You hit the nail right on the head."

Flattery never hurt anyone. It was just an offhand compliment—what was the big deal? If Pangnini heard it, got into a good mood, and introduced him to a few more workshops to loot, would that not be wonderful?

As for whether guns or casting guns were stronger, Han Fei did not care in the slightest.

Laterano guns were essentially staffs. Different people wielded them with different levels of power, and the gap between their lower and upper limits was enormous.

A powerful Sankta could blast apart half a street with one shot, splattering someone onto a wall so hard they could not even be scraped off.

The M250 simply could not do that.

Even if Han Fei held down the trigger, its damage was what it was.

But firearms had their own advantages: stable damage, full-auto fire. Even if you handed one to a child, its damage would not change one bit. It would be exactly what it was supposed to be.

Laterano guns could not do that.

Pangnini was unmoved by the flattery, but then abruptly changed the subject. "However..."

He suddenly revealed the proud smile unique to a craftsman. "I can help you improve this imitation gun."

"Huh?"

Han Fei froze for a moment, unable to believe it. "You can improve it?"

"Of course, kid. Just who do you think I am? This imitation gun is far cruder than our Laterano guns."

Pangnini said proudly, "I can improve your gun for you—make it fire faster, increase its muzzle velocity, and give it more power than it has now. And I can even fix that fatal trigger flaw."