A certain inconspicuous valley in Daegu Gwangju City,

The camp, which should have been brightly lit, under a specially set up camouflage network, minimized the lights to the environment. The villagers around thought that this was a very ordinary small base.

It is said that according to people who have been to the base, the tallest building is only 5 floors, but the decoration is extremely simple. Even the developers of unfinished buildings that donated prepayments feel a little ashamed of themselves after seeing it. There are more than a dozen small buildings that are only three-story high, and the decoration is not particularly luxurious. To be honest, if some troop helicopters were not taken off and landing from time to time, or sometimes several trucks were in and out every few days, the locals would not think there was a military base nearby.

There is more of a black jeep without any camouflage, even if it is not very conspicuous on the road. There is no large-scale marching in the establishment, no unexpected explosion of explosives, and no shocking live-fire training gunshots. After all, it is a military restricted area, and ordinary villagers can only hear very slight gunshots 5 or 6 kilometers away, which basically has no effect at all.

In a remote barracks office, there are only two people, one man and one woman. Moreover, it is not normal winter mountain camouflage, but normal clothes are dressed in regular clothes.

The woman looked through her flat eyes and looked at the man in a moderate figure in front of her, wearing a black casual outfit, who was taking care of her flat hair style, and couldn't help but complain: "To be honest, I think you should wear a hat, otherwise you can't hide the fact that you are serving."

“Too conspicuous.”

The person who answered the question was concise and concise. He also wore a black bulletproof mask on his face, which really made people unable to judge any of his emotions.

"It's conspicuous without a hat. Seoul is full of long-haired boys."

"Long hair?" The man was a little confused and glanced at the woman beside him.

"It is at least ten centimeters long. It is really hard to see your length in Seoul." The otakus girl dressed very casually, looking at the man in the same office as her, and suggested: "Has your friend given you a baseball cap?"

“There are obvious characteristics.”

"Don't you have a black hat?"

“Yes, but it looks suspicious.”

The woman looked at the thick lines that were obviously hanging from the guy's pants pocket and couldn't help but complain: "Then don't wear a mask! What are you doing with a hat and a mask? Are you a slutty person?"

"Do I show my face in a big city?"

"Don't worry, there are so many people in Seoul, no one will notice you. As a native of Seoul, I am still clear about this. I have also studied how you men dress."

The man looked at the black baseball cap given to him by his friend in the wardrobe cabinet and hesitated again. It was not because the black did not match his personality, but because there was a bright pink sequin with the "Sone" that shined directly above.

Really like a fool.

"Is this your Korean fashion?"

It seems that you were not born on this peninsula. We are not far from each other, just over a hundred kilometers north of Seoul.

The otakus girl couldn't help but complain, but she didn't say such words after all. This was actually a secret that she saw "unintentionally".

But she still complained:

"Don't worry, no one cares about the people you wear with a hat. The men in Seoul are all in this color, which is not uncommon." "You won't get lost, right? This is your first time in Seoul."

“There is navigation.”

"How could that guy, General Qiu, agree to your trip to Seoul? Are you not afraid of you causing a big disturbance?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Facing the man's words without any warmth, her eyes turned toward a tablet-like thing in the man's hand, and frowned slightly. Her tone changed: "I'm even more curious about this hat. Are you not afraid that the superiors will find out that you want to take the equipment out secretly? I may take the initiative to report it."

This thing does not belong to this man. All of this belongs to the military. She doesn't report it and will still implicate herself if she is discovered.

You should know that she received a national scholarship from the Korean Academy of Sciences and Technology (KAIST) back then, but after graduation, she decided to join the army. If she ignored her supervisors and brought out the military equipment, she would definitely be dragged down.

I went to 707 and offended many people. They were all waiting for their mistakes to be caught.

The man with a mask looked at the teammate who was dressed in a regular costume and dressed like a otakus. No emotion could overflow the bulletproof mask on his face.

"With you here, you won't."

"Why should I help you like this?" The otakus smiled and was confused by the man's inexplicable confidence. "Just because of the reason why you have been monitoring me?"

The man in the mask looked at the homegirl with glasses. He was always concise and even very silent, and he spitted out a long string of sentences for the first time: "Because I can sometimes ignore the fact that you use the base's internal website to spread data viruses when you are not training to control various equipment."

"How did you know? I set up an alarm automatically when it is 15 meters close to me."

“Did you set up a camera?”

He really knew that his method was a camera...

The woman glanced at the thing similar to a signal shield in the man's hand, and cursed Xiba in her heart.

But in the end, there was no curse. After all, this was my supervisor, and I could be considered my instructor. I was not popular in the army. So I specially arranged a supervisor for each of her.

This person seems to be really restrained by her. Her personality is good at technical fields, and even the opposite is true. This guy has a typical traditional soldier thinking. He is old-school, traditional, conservative, obeys orders, and has no friends.

Speaking of friends, it is said that his rare friend, a comrade in the same tactical team as him, was injured in an operation and was slapped in a waist and retired.

However, this person also relied on her as her supervisor and monitored her, so she forced her to do a lot of things she didn't like. For example, a few days ago, a guy who heard that he was the former commander of the special operations camp came to the base and wanted her to play with the tablet computer.

That person was retired and could enter the 707 training camp at will. It was so domineering.

There was no way, that guy seemed to be even more powerful than General Qiu, who always wanted to crush him out of 707. He could drive people out of the army without saying a word. Therefore, the poor self could only respect this person who was forced to "a favorable encounter with the former official" and "lent" the tablet to the other party.

"So, what are you doing this time?"

"Help your friends and find something."

"Friend?" The otakus frowned slightly. It should be the one who was slapped with his waist, but looking for something... She whispered in a low voice, asking with a little curiosity: "What confidential thing is it to look for?"

“No secret.”

"There is no secret, then just talk about it."

"There's nothing to say."

The man turned his back, took off his mask, put on a black mask, and then turned around and walked out of the office.
Chapter completed!