As North America's second-largest city, Los Angeles was home to the official organization near it, the headquarters for the entire American West Coast. Needless to say, it had many powerful participants.
Its base itself was equipped with all manner of defensive technological equipment. Unless one was A-Rank and possessed concealment abilities such as erasing their presence,
it was impossible to quietly infiltrate the interior buildings.
So tonight's operation plan was—
Annabella, Ryder, and Lynn would be responsible for the feint, drawing out the official participants currently stationed at Coast. Then, taking advantage of the chaos,
Serica, the strongest among them, would get as close as possible to the interior of the manor buildings and locate the Signal Generator.
Next, the agent's trump card would move in and destroy it, after which everyone would retreat.
Of course, there were still many details to consider, such as the location of the feint, where to park the vehicles, and the retreat route.
For half the afternoon, Fang Ran listened as they discussed and confirmed each point with the agent. As a C-Rank... well, mainly because his English communication skills were basically nonexistent,
he had mostly just listened from the sidelines, unable to stop himself from quietly marveling at how participant-like this all felt.
"The official people may not all be there, but once something happens, they'll definitely return."
Crouched in the darkness among the trees at the mountaintop, Sean, who was responsible for overseeing the overall situation and providing support at any time, spoke as he listened to Serica direct the team.
Using a technological bionic flight frame, he released two mechanical birds and gave a low, rapid reminder:
"We have half an hour at most."
The time limit made everyone tense. Every figure except his immediately sprang into action.
Under the midnight