Late at night.
Bo Yi and Mitian stood in a clearing not far from the Scientific Research Institute.
Thanks to Mitian, most of the researchers had been injured in the earlier fiasco and were receiving treatment in the hospital. So the Scientific Research Institute, which should have been brightly lit, was unusually deserted, with only a couple of security guards lazily patrolling the grounds.
"Shall we start?" Mitian looked away from the Scientific Research Institute. He had already worked out where the guards were patrolling.
"Let's start..." Bo Yi nodded, turning his gaze away from the building that had brought him nothing but nightmares all these years, and looked behind him. More than a dozen enormous oil drums stood packed together there.
Mitian glanced at the drums. "Do you want to do it, or..."
"I'll do it." Bo Yi took a deep breath. "I want to do it myself."
Mitian had no objection. With a wave of his hand, black mist drifted out and enveloped the drums. Only after all the heavy drums full of fuel had vanished did he step forward and slip an arm around Bo Yi's waist. "Then hold on tight..."
He flew straight up, taking Bo Yi with him.
"Where do we start?" Mitian lowered his eyes and asked the man in his arms.
"The top floor."
Because that was where the Director's Office was.
Mitian nodded and brought him straight to the entrance of the Director's Office. Then he unceremoniously broke the door's lock and pushed it open.
Bo Yi searched the room. Whether the Director had been cautious or the Anomaly Safety Bureau had already searched the place, there were no useful documents left. Fortunately, Bo Yi had anticipated this, so he was not too disappointed. He held out a hand to Mitian.
Mitian