As for the many tasks Xiao Ran had assigned—getting money, finding information, hacking into the Japanese government's system to create suitable identities for entering the school, renting a house, finding equipment, and acquiring weapons—although they seemed quite troublesome, El-Elf did not feel there was anything wrong with them.
The three of them had different divisions of labor and therefore different work to face. Luo was responsible for technology and their current combat strength, while Xiao Ran was responsible for overall planning and coordination. Everyone had their own role. No matter how many matters were piled onto his shoulders, El-Elf would only accept them willingly. Although this string of arrangements would keep him busy, he also had times when he could relax. On a real battlefield, he would not enter the front lines and fight personally, because that was Xiao Ran's job. When it came to building mecha or analyzing technical data, there was likewise no need for him to interfere, because that was Luo's work. What lay before him now was his own work.
After breakfast, El-Elf left the hotel directly with a pistol, a modest amount of ammunition, and several grenades tucked away on him. His calm expression and indifferent face gave no hint of the shocking things this seventeen-year-old was about to do. After tidying themselves up, Xiao Ran and Luo also left the hotel, though they headed for a coastal military base near Tokyo.
Compared with El-Elf's meticulous reconnaissance, Xiao Ran and Luo looked just like leisurely tourists as they sat in a taxi and admired the scenery along the way. They arrived at the outskirts of the military base at an unhurried pace. Due to its location, security at the base was lax on the outside but tight within. The confidential things could not be seen