Wu Cheng parked the car outside as well.
"What was he doing in a place like this?"
Flying Bird A held a novelty biscuit between his lips as he pulled an extremely high-tech-looking device from the trunk.
With one hand, he carried the machine into the abandoned factory.
Ye Xuan followed behind Flying Bird A.
"Lord Flying Bird A, what is this?"
"This is the Black History Collection Box."
Ye Xuan had no idea what it was, but it sounded impressive.
Although he did not understand what reference Flying Bird A was making, he had a feeling it was nothing good.
A chill ran through his entire body, and he could not shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Besides, after spending so much time with Flying Bird A, he had suffered deeply from Flying Bird A's twisted sense of humor.
After Flying Bird A installed the machine, he made no further moves.
He could hear the activity inside the factory, so there was no need for him to approach the others.
However, Flying Bird A glanced at Ye Xuan.
As a Contract Anomalist reserve whose position was practically guaranteed, Ye Xuan ought to undergo some tempering.
Any newcomer trained by Flying Bird A would not be too bad.
"There are quite a few mutated monsters in this abandoned factory. Go eliminate them. This is the first task I'm giving you."
Ye Xuan, who had recently been forced by the logistics staff and instructors to cram a great deal of Weird-related knowledge, wore a look of utter disbelief.
He pointed at himself. "Huh? Me?"
"I'm fighting mutated monsters?"
"Didn't they say Weirds can't be killed by ordinary means at all?"
"Yes, which is why these are mutated monsters."
Ye Xuan thought about it. Mutated monsters were animals,