Chapter 97

Han Fei's gaze unconsciously swept over the characters who had offensive items.

The Gale item, from the video, didn't seem to do much damage. Although he didn't know the exact numbers, it looked like it did almost no damage.

The Hive Doctor doesn't have any offensive items, so Han Fei needs an item slot.

After a brief hesitation, Han Fei ruled out a surprise attack.

We already have a Gale in the assault position, and more importantly, Gale has mobility. If we choose another assault hero, there will be too much mobility, which weakens the hero's functionality.

After much hesitation, Han Fei finally decided on Luna.

Han Fei actually rarely plays Luna when he's playing against the continent.

There's no other reason—she's not pretty.

I like to tell the truth; that character model is too stereotypical.

That's why when Han Fei first started playing the game, he actually played Mai Xiaowen, who was also the first operator to reach max level.

Then, in one of the endgame situations, he realized that Mai Xiaowen had her limits.

Both the upper and lower limits are very clear.

So, he changed careers and started playing a different class, aiming to become the best warrior.

But these days, playing Luna isn't a big deal—although Brakkesh's Luna is quite rare, it's not unheard of.

Luna is indeed strong, and not just strong in the ordinary sense. Her offensive capabilities are off the charts, and with her four offensive items, she can easily take down most short-ranged opponents. It's really impossible for the average person to overpower Luna.

With Luna finally selected, the three operators assumed their positions, ready for battle.

Seeing Gale's confident pose, Han Fei raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "Goodness, no wonder you're a First-Tier fighter. I don't know if you're strong or not, but I acknowledge your confidence."

Then, looking at the alloy spine on her back, a Tai He thought suddenly popped into Han Fei's mind.

--So, once a massacre occurs, not a single able-bodied person remains?

It's true that the more disabled a person is, the more mobile they become.

Those operators with healthy bodies in their backstories are actually less mobile than these assault personnel who have suffered serious injuries.

When it comes to technological advancements, the Delta Force certainly has something to say about it.

The next second, the countdown reached zero, and our vision was instantly swallowed by dense darkness.

When the blinding light pierced his eyes again, Han Fei found himself inside the cabin of a high-speed aircraft, with three girls beside him who had entered the battle together, all carrying a hint of the bewilderment of newcomers. The biting wind pressure howled in through the open cabin door, making his clothes flutter loudly.

Before them, the familiar special operations operative moved with lightning speed, kicking the coiled rappelling rope out of the cabin. The rough rope drew a downward arc in the air. The operative waved forcefully, urging them silently and urgently: Hurry! Get down!

Before long, the cold metal clips rubbed against the rope, making a teeth-grinding "rustling" sound. Accompanied by a strong feeling of weightlessness, Han Fei's feet landed heavily on solid ground—cold, hard ground.

He suddenly looked up and scanned his surroundings.

An indescribable desolation and deathly silence crashed over us like a tangible wave.

What he saw made Han Fei instinctively exclaim, "Where did I get here? Is this still Terra?"

As far as the eye could see, there was no sign of life.

The earth appeared sickly, parched, and grayish-black, with cracked land stretching into the endless distance, like the scarred skin of a dead beast.

Sparse, twisted grass stems, long withered and weathered for who knows how many years, stuck into the cracks in the ground like grotesque bone spurs. Grayish-brown dust swirled in the listless breeze, raising low plumes of smoke, adding to the sense of desolation.

And the sky...

It wasn't a clear blue, nor the splendor of sunset, but a frozen, suffocating gray curtain.

Thick, leaden-gray clouds hung low, pressing down heavily overhead, completely blocking out all sunlight and immersing the entire world in a perpetual twilight-like darkness.

The light was dim, as if filtered through a thick layer of dirty, frosted glass, barely allowing it to penetrate, making everything appear cold, dim, and lifeless.

Texas, equally puzzled, asked softly, "Where is this?"

Unlike Han Fei and Texas, who were confused, Lemuen looked around and tentatively said, "Sis, I have a guess."

"Hmm, it seems you guessed right."

Lemuen gazed into the distance and whispered, "This place might be..."

He was interrupted halfway through his sentence by a swiftly flying arrow.

Lemuen instinctively dodged to the side, glancing towards a distance where several tall figures were casting malicious glances at Han Fei and his group.

These people were so easy to identify; their demonic horns and tails made them instantly recognizable to Han Fei.

"Sarkaz?!"

Someone sneered, "Sankta actually dares to come to Kazdel? Isn't that just handing us Guardian Gun?"

"Prepare for battle, boss."

Texas had drawn her twin swords. Although she Lupo and grew up in Columbia, she was well aware of the feud between the Sarkaz and the Sankta.

"This is getting a bit troublesome."

As Lemuen spoke, she removed the AWM from her shoulder and assumed a aiming stance.

Han Fei frowned and said, "Let's fight first."

He didn't think these Sarkaz would listen to him and immediately stop the conflict.

The reason is simple: most Sarkaz are poor, and the Sankta Guardian Gun can fetch a good price in the Scar Market.

"Kill them!"

It's unclear who shouted this, but the Sarkaz mercenaries, under the cover of crossbowmen, launched a charge towards Han Fei and his group.

"Hmph, you want our Guardian Gun? Let's see if you have the ability!"

Lemuen a soft hum, and the K416 was already in her hand. The next second, the bullets shot out, hitting the Sarkaz's head precisely.

Without a doubt, Lemuen used white eggs.

The bullets hit the Sarkaz helmets, but visibly failed to penetrate their defenses.

Even with Lemuen's accuracy, it would take several shots to take down a Sarkaz mercenary.

The good news is that Han Fei's M250 came in handy at this moment. Level 4 rounds poured out, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, accurately reaping the lives of the mercenaries.

Under the muzzle of the M250, the Sarkaz mercenaries fell like wheat, easily sliced by a scythe.

The sharp-eyed Lemuen immediately noticed this and instinctively exclaimed, "Hey, boss, were you secretly using high-grade bullets behind my back?!"

"Nonsense, this gun doesn't use low-level ammunition." Han Fei pulled the trigger hard and said without turning his head, "It starts with level four ammunition."

With just two guns, Han Fei and Lemuen managed to suppress the Sarkaz so much that they couldn't even lift their heads.

But soon, Han Fei realized that something was wrong.

Dude, I've almost run out of ammo with my big drum kit, how come there are still so many people? Did you raid the Sarkaz's stronghold?!

Then, Han Fei realized with a start—it seems he really has stirred up trouble at the Sarkaz's lair. This is Kazdel, for crying out loud! It would be a miracle if he could wipe them all out!

He ducked, dodging a crossbow bolt, and instinctively said, "No, we have to retreat. We can't fight."

Lemuen was startled and instinctively turned around. "Huh? We're going home already?"

Bang!

With a gunshot, a Sarkaz sniper fell to the ground.

Lemuen reminded him expressionlessly, "Don't get distracted, Xiao Le."

"It's not about going home; we can't go home right now. We're retreating first, not wasting time with these Sarkaz mercenaries."

As he spoke, Han Fei raised his hand, and three small Hive drones appeared in his palm.

"Draw the curtains!"

As he moved, the drone trailed a thick, grayish-white smoke screen, and under Han Fei's command, it drew out a long smoke screen, like a heavy curtain, instantly separating the two sides!

"Walk!"

At the command, the team members didn't hesitate for a moment and turned to run!

Arrows whizzed behind him, landing near Han Fei every now and then, some even hitting him.

This is actually a good thing.

As the arrow drew closer, Han Fei could clearly feel his speed increase. At this moment, the alloy spine attached to his back was activated, and a weak electric current stimulated the muscle fibers, making his pace strangely faster even as he was running at his limit!

However, after running for less than two minutes, Han Fei suddenly felt as if his lungs were on fire, and his legs felt as heavy as lead. He gasped for breath, and his speed noticeably slowed down. "Huff... huff... damn it... I... I'm out of energy!"

"Ah?"

Lemuen stopped in disbelief, turned around to look at Han Fei, who was panting heavily, and said, "Boss?! You, you're so weak?!"

They hadn't even run for two minutes yet. This distance was a piece of cake for her and her older sister; it wasn't even a warm-up. They could easily run for another two minutes.

"Don't rush, let me rest for 24 seconds."

As Han Fei spoke, he continued walking forward while recovering his strength.

He had no choice; the Delta Force's mechanics were what they were—his stamina bar depleted quickly, but also recovered quickly.

Han Fei enjoyed the benefits brought by the Delta Force mechanism, but he also had to bear the drawbacks of this mechanism.

The good news is that even though he was exhausted, Han Fei wasn't so out of breath that he couldn't straighten his back; he still maintained an upright posture, he just needed to catch his breath a few times.

And, within seconds, his panting stopped.

"That's amazing."

Lemuen with a hint of curiosity and said, "I remember you weren't this weak before."

She clearly remembered that when they were ambushed by the Sarkaz, Han Fei fought for a very long time and didn't pant this much.

Back then, he was like a tireless steel chariot.

Unlike now, I'm already panting like this after only running for a short while.

Just because he went back to the Special Operations Center?

Hmm? Special Operations Center?

As this Lemuen's mind, a subtle idea suddenly occurred to her, causing her to involuntarily glance at Texas.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Texas raised an eyebrow, responding to Lemuen's gaze with a blank expression.

"Cough cough, it's nothing, it's nothing."

A blush crept onto Lemuen's ears. She shook her head, her long pink hair dancing with her movements, and the inappropriate images in her mind vanished.

"Come on, I'm all better."

As Han Fei said this, he started running again.

Seeing this, everyone immediately followed.

Lemuen, following beside Han Fei and observing his actions, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Such strange stamina!"

She was panting like that not long ago; she doesn't look like she'll recover immediately.

But how long has it been? Less than half a minute, right? How did he suddenly become energetic again?

"Hmm, it is strange."

Lemuen chimed in, saying softly, "Let's ask him later."

They ran and rested intermittently, and after a great deal of effort, the group finally shook off their pursuers and found a secluded underground cave to rest temporarily.

"Finally, we've shaken off those guys. What a nuisance."

Han Fei sat casually on the ground, pulled out Hormone Gun, and injected himself with blood.

The Sarkaz melee units aren't much of a threat; the ranged units are the real problem.

Mercenaries have some experience, and Han Fei couldn't possibly keep track of everything behind him, so he naturally got hit by several arrows.

In fact, not only Han Fei, but also the other beautiful girls were affected to some extent.

However, Han Fei had Hormone Gun after all, and after a few injections, there weren't any major problems, at most some nail damage.

Texas suddenly looked up at Han Fei and said, "Boss, this trip might not go too smoothly."

"Xiao Le and I are making too much of a splash here," Lemuen said softly.