[Tutor Skylark] The blue sky is like glass

"When I was separated from my team, I have seen this light shield. Under its cover, the people inside can be safe and sound, so I want to stay in it." Mitrell explained.

The man was still holding his gun, looking thoughtful.

Mitrell said in a disapproving and cold tone: "According to me, that terrifying person who appeared on the battlefield may be related to this mask."

He slowly retracted the gun, and the atmosphere around him relaxed in vain. While stroking the body of his gun, he asked slowly: "Have you seen this mask and 'His'?" She noticed that he used a He described Skylark in such a reverent tone that he couldn't help laughing.

She shook her head, and replied with reason: "At that time, I only saw the mask and didn't notice anyone. I don't know."

Asking further, Mitrell responded with quick responses and reasonable reasons, leaving no doubts.There was nothing suspicious about her, no useful value to be found in her.The leader thought about it, and based on the principle of insufficient manpower and the principle that waste must be reused, she was left to work without a doubt.

Mitrell was originally assigned to logistics, doing laundry, cooking, sewing, etc., but two days later, she took the initiative to find the leader—a general named Kahner.

"I heard that your civilian staff is insufficient. I think, with my education, I should be able to take up this job." She asked with a slight smile.

Kahnle only thought for a second before agreeing to her proposal, and transferred her to an administrative room to assist.Talent cannot be wasted. In this war age, everything is too scarce.Resources are, so are talents.Although he still couldn't trust this foreign woman with confidence, he believed in his soldiers, and no one in his territory could easily make small moves.He has this confidence in himself.

Their work was very efficient, and in less than an hour, Mitrell entered the administrative center of the entire camp.She played the able secretary.In fact, she is better at military intelligence, including sand table deduction, strategy formulation, use of various military equipment, and it is easy to start and drive tanks. Of course, this aspect of talent cannot be shown.

The reason Mitrell approached General Kahner's staff so actively was because she heard that the target she was looking for was working under his camp.General Kahner is a cautious soldier by nature. In the Lebusis organization, he has the most troops and great power. Generally, he is in the rear and mobilizes troops at any time to support the front line.Therefore, it is not surprising that the target appears here.

Kahn must have hoped that the target could improve weapons for him to resist the advanced weapons of the government army.

It's been two weeks since Mittril has been lurking.During this time, her movements were largely unsupervised.But she still didn't dare to be careless and took a good cover.Today she is going to send a document to another room, it is a drawing.

The other room refers to the secret room. She guessed that it should be the weapon research and development room.

Passing through three layers of guards and knocking on the door, Mitrell came to a world she was familiar with.A world of cold machinery full of working arms, cutters, etc.She is often seen in Arili's studio.

"Hello..." Mitrell called out to the man who was working on the workbench. The two assistants walking around seemed to be so busy that they almost had no time to breathe. She thoughtfully did not disturb them.

The man didn't respond. The two assistants who helped her saw her, and one of them rushed over and took away the documents in her hand, and then gave her back a stack of documents. Without saying a word, he turned his back and continued to work.It means, miss, you can go.

Mitrell raised her eyebrows and exited silently.

The two assistants are both locals, and only the man, seen from the back, is a middle-aged white man with thinning hair.German men are handsome when they are young, but they start to go bald when they are over thirty.She gossiped a little.

Did the target stay voluntarily, or was he forced to do something?It is important to be clear about this, otherwise situations will arise.Seeing that he was surrounded by General Kahner's people, he presumably had the intention of monitoring him while assisting him in his work.

She had to find a way to talk to the target.

The next day, when she delivered something, it was still her assistant who came forward.

On the third day, she sent a message, and the assistant came forward.

On the fourth day, she received the documents and the assistant delivered them.

On the fifth day, while they were not paying attention, she moved their instruments without blinking an eye.

On the sixth day, she still hadn't gone.To hear of a small delay in their work, not a major one, is a source of great chagrin.

So that afternoon, she came to their studio slowly, and then "accidentally" discovered a small mistake in the instrument setting, and brought it up in person. The German man who presided over the experiment looked at her for the first time.

"You will?" The target has a serious and upright face, a typical image of a German man.

"Yes, sir." Mitrell didn't need to explain to him why she did it, she had to explain to General Kahnle.

"Okay, you come." The goal was concise and to the point, and the matter was settled like this.

Mitrell found that what he said was quite influential here, and the two assistants obviously had no objection, and looked at her with bright eyes, as if watching a savior appear in front of her.

The afternoon afterward, she understood exactly why they were looking at her that way.

Really get fucked to death!

Terribly exhausted, when Mitrell walked out of the studio, she had to face the call of General Kahnle.She braced herself to face it.

"I'm a researcher in Adler's scientific research group, so of course I know the basic operations of these instruments." Mitrell replied frankly.

General Kahnle consulted with his military adviser, and finally decided to let her stay.

In this way, she successfully mingled with the target.

"Professor, are you German?" She chatted casually during her spare time at work.

The other party hummed.

Fortunately, it is not difficult to get a response.

"Me too, I'm from Munich. By the way, Professor, where did you live in Germany?"

"Small place." He paused and asked back, "You don't look like a pure German."

Mitrell raised a sweet smile, her eyes curved.

"I am an orphan adopted by a German family, and even I don't know who my biological parents are."

The target—a pseudonym Mr. Yumi, his eyes melted a little: "I also have an adopted daughter, she is an orphan I rescued from this battlefield."

"What a coincidence, I was also a war orphan who grew up in the Middle East, what about her?"

"Sent to live abroad."

"You...can't you go with her?"

"I have business to do, and I can't leave for the time being."

"In addition to your adopted daughter, you should have other family members? Do you want family members? Just like me, I really want to go home soon."

A trace of pain flashed across Professor Yumi's eyes.

"No, they all died accidentally in a car accident."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

From the conversation and the target's expression, Mitrell deduced that he was not forced to stay.Firstly, his family should have been murdered by the Carmona family, and he needed a hiding place in order to avoid them, and secondly, he seemed grateful to repay the Lebusis organization by providing them with weapons.

It's tricky, if she wasn't afraid of taking him away, which would affect the combat power of the Lebuses organization and thus affect the entire battle situation, she wouldn't need to bother so much.

She needs to talk to Skylark.

"...The situation is like this." Lying on the bed at night, everyone around was so tired that they were asleep, only she was talking in a low voice with vigor.

The other side was silent for a while, and there was no response.Mitrell waited patiently, finally only waiting for a word.

"There will be a small change in the plan, you, wait."

Mitrell blinked, and simply agreed.

The next few days were uneventful.

Until one afternoon, General Kahner ordered them to get in the car and leave, and retreat to the base camp.

After loading the precious equipment into the car, Mitrell grabbed a soldier beside a general in the midst of the chaos and hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

"It is said that the government army hired a team of mercenaries to destroy this place. Most of our soldiers were sent out in the battle the day before yesterday, so you must retreat to a safe place."

Professor Yumi pulled her arm from behind and threw her into the car involuntarily.There are two cars accompanying the escort.Time is racing against time, otherwise I will give my life here.

Three cars were driving alone in the vast desert.

Five minutes later, they noticed cars following them and on the flanks.

Is it a mercenary?Sure enough, it came!

Professor Yumi took out the machine|gun from under the seat and threw it to Mitrell.He also took one in his hand, and while loading the ammunition, he said: "This is how... load it, open the safety, and shoot, you know?"

Mitrell nodded to show that she understood.

The convoy behind was getting closer and closer.In the next second, there was an exchange of fire with the escort vehicle first.

Mitrell's eyes froze, and then she hid it with a smile. She smiled at the professor, "I think that one is lighter, it's more suitable." She changed the machine gun and another sniper rifle, and then Avoiding the sight of the professor, adjust the scope skillfully and quickly, reload and prepare to shoot.

She opened the rear window of the car and extended the barrel of the gun.

When the escort car swayed from side to side due to a flat tire, revealing the mercenary car behind it, at the moment of exposure, Mitrell pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the enemy driver.

The bullet bounced off with only a small spark.

Damn, it's bulletproof glass.

As for the mercenaries, if they hadn't seen a slight black mark on the glass with their own eyes, no one would have believed that they just brushed shoulders with death!And that black mark was ruthlessly aimed at the position between the driver's eyebrows.

The sniper shot was unsuccessful, and the professor who was busy driving didn't realize how good her shooting skills were. When he heard the gunshot, he reminded: "Be careful not to misfire!"

Mitrell was unaffected, she settled down, and waited until the escort vehicle on the right could not keep up with the speed and finally overturned to the ground, completely revealing the mercenary vehicle, in the blink of an eye, she shot before the other party opened fire, one shot killed the mercenary. Blowing the opponent's right tire, the opponent's bullets fell on the sand on Mitrell's side.In less than a second, she fired again, completely destroying the right tire and causing them to roll over.Swirling bullets hit the carriage above her head.

Mitrell didn't even blink her eyes, she changed direction and aimed at the enemy on the left.