"It's hard for me to comment because I'm a white rabbit toffee."
He was acting cute, but his control over Asura in his hands did not let up at all.
Jon smiled: "Are you coming or am I coming?"
I am determined to take on important responsibilities.
But one thing he didn't want to admit, but he had to admit, was that his appearance was too kind. Even if he looked cold, the deterrent effect he could have was extremely limited.
Therefore, Master Dewen took a step back with self-awareness: "Please."
Jon shrugged.
Without knowing what to do, he pushed Azula forward.
This Plasma Corps cadre can't even deal with it.
No, freedom is restored now.
Are you sure you don't want to keep me a little longer?
Jon said: You are just an access card. Apart from swiping your face to enter the door, your other functions are almost zero.
Anyway, there will definitely be a fight.
By then, who has time to take care of the hostages?
Keeping Asura around would be a hindrance.
"Stay somewhere cool, you have nothing to do here." Jon waved his hand.
Meeting those eyes, he coughed lightly: "When we first meet, I am the Alliance Inspector, and this person next to me is the Champion of Hoenn. I regret to tell you that you have been surrounded by the two of us."
So arrogant.
I have never seen such an arrogant person since I was a child.
Dawu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Putting himself in his shoes, if he were a member of Plasma Group, he would be furious right now...
really.
Invisible anger is burning.
If looks could kill, Mr. Qiao would have died ten thousand and one times now.
Damn alliance lackeys.
Ten points, even nine points of abomination!
Jon acted like a normal person, regardless of what was there or what was not.
"Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. As long as you don't resist, we don't want to cause trouble."
"Where is Quechis? I'm just asking once, where is Quechis?"
"Hand him over and everyone will be safe."
What I said is not official at all.
If there were any uninformed outsiders here, they would think that some kind of high-minded society is putting aside this turf war.
He is Red Star Awu, and he is Brother Dongxing Qiao.
This visit is just for your eldest brother - 'Lao Kui'.
You are fooling around with everyone, so don't get confused.
Azula glared fiercely and shouted: "Brothers, there is no need to talk about moral principles with these alliance lackeys. Let's go together shoulder to shoulder!"
But it's a pity.
Very few people responded to him.
this is normal.
Although everyone was angry after Jon's inappropriate remarks.
Don't forget where this is.
This is the core area of the plasma cluster.
Most of them are civil servants and scientific researchers.
In other words, ‘a scientist without any power’.
A few elite team members did not dare to act rashly, for fear of destroying the sophisticated equipment here.
In case of accountability afterwards...
I can't even afford to lose money if I sell them.
It can be seen from this.
Plasmas are not monolithic.
Their organization has too many factions.
The Seven Sages, the Iron Triangle, and the scientists headed by Akroma.
To be honest, if Quechis hadn't had such a big killer like N before, he would have been lucky enough to conquer Kyurem later.
It's hard to say who is the boss within the plasma group.
Back to business.
The scene was at a stalemate for a while.
Seeing that the situation was not as smooth as expected, Dawu frowned: "Something is wrong. Could it be that Queqis ran away?"
"It shouldn't be." Jon said in a voice that could only be heard by two people.
If nothing else happens, they are still in the real dragon's self-rescue script.
This also means
——Quiqis must be at this base.
Is it possible that the reason why you don't show up is because of something wrong with your health?
Of course, there is another possibility: the old guy is holding back his bad intentions.
No matter what it is.
Neither is optimistic.
Jon deliberately sneered and decided to increase his intensity: "You don't want to cooperate, do you? You can. It will be too late to cooperate after you enter the alliance prison."
"Don't listen to him!"
"At the end of the day, there are only two of them."
"We have hundreds of people here."
Azula jumped up and down, no longer as calm as when they first met, and looked like an excited monkey.
(Little Flame Monkey: Me?)
He tried to use this method to awaken the fighting spirit of those present.
Don't say it.
It's really effective.
It can be seen from the pair of eyes flashing with fighting spirit that the initial shock has passed. After calming down, there is only one conclusion: the advantage is mine!
"There is nothing we can do, let's fight." Daiwu asked Boscodora to protect him in front of him, acting as a human shield.
Armored Bird, Ancient Armor, Telekinesis Doll, and Cradle Lily, the four Pokémon were lined up in order.
Jon opened his fists...
My own children feel sorry for themselves.
The fat little black man has been traveling for such a long time, so he should rest as much as possible.
"Last warning, you must think carefully about whether you want to go against the alliance!"
Jon was afraid that the other party wouldn't take action, so he shouted as if he was on fire.
What responded to him was an attack that came out of nowhere.
A 'water gun'.
The damage is not high, but the insult is great.
"Kill them."
"Kill them!"
"Shark shark shark shark shark!"
All things are created to nourish people, and people have nothing...
Ahem.
That's too far.
As if some kind of signal, many pokeballs exploded, bursting out with dazzling white light.
Asura was happy.
As long as we can kill two people here, we will achieve great success.
Who would remember the scene of him being captured alive just now?
"Symbol bird, dark coffin, get ready!"
Dawu remained silent and gently held the keystone bracelet on his arm.
Seeing that a war is about to begin.
At this moment, the space shook...
No.
Not space, but "reality".
"What's going on?" Dawu felt something was wrong.
But he didn't have the strength to resist at all.
"Qiao Qiao!" Dawu stretched out his hand, and a hint of realization suddenly arose in his heart: "It's White Flame Kyurem... Run away!"
No one thought of it.
The arrival of the divine beast was so silent.
Unconsciously, the balance of victory and defeat has tilted.
"Da-wu-san-" Jon also extended his hand.
However, before the two hands could touch each other, Daiwu suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Along with those Pokémon like Boscodora.
It was as if they had never appeared in this world, unable to even stir up the waves.
This attack is a range attack.
Not just for Daigo.
Asura, the Plasma Corps' scientific researchers, and the security forces all disappeared.
"Reality" is collapsing, turning into a ruin that is difficult to describe in words.
Except Jon.
Everything has disappeared.
In fact, if Jon hadn't cheated in time, I'm afraid he would have been forcibly 'real'.
"You can't afford it, can you?" Jon pinched his eyebrows and said helplessly: "Don't overturn the table when you are in a desperate situation. Are you Yoshikage Kira?"
Looking around, there is nothingness all around.
Black and white are intertwined, both real and illusory.
Ta-ta-ta...
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came into my ears.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for any sound to exist in this special environment.
But Jon really heard it.
Because that voice came from the bottom of his heart...
"Pretending to be a god and a ghost." Jon showed a disdainful expression: "Are you trying to show yourself to others here? When I was pretending to be a god, you didn't know which mountain nook I was in."
"You don't seem to be surprised by the situation."
"It's really interesting."
"There are very few people who can be as calm as you in this kind of situation."
"Very good, you successfully attracted my interest."
Quechis is like a chatterbox.
However, if you look closely, you will find that his skin condition is not quite right, as if it has just healed.
"Kira Yoshikage? What does the name you just mentioned mean?"
Jon spread his hands: "You guess."
Quechis didn't want to guess.
So he decisively changed the subject: "I can clearly feel that you have the power of the light stone. Is it the method left by Reshiram?"
Jon still spread his hands: "You guess."
Kuiqisi continued talking to himself: "Unfortunately, this power is too weak after all, and it is not as good as my precautions."
"Ho--" Jon said with an indifferent expression: "Someone is pretending, but I won't say who it is."
The corners of Quechis' eyes twitched.
Walk up to Jon.
He looked at it carefully and did not see the specialness of the person in front of him. He only thought that the light stone played a role in preventing the inspector from being erased by reality.
This time, it was Jon's turn to take the initiative: "How should I call you? Plasma boss, or..."
"Just Quechis, my name is Quechis."
The man wearing an exaggerated robe spoke calmly.
Kuiqisi has quite the temperament of a magician.
After a pause, he continued: "I know you, an inspector of the alliance, who has solved many cases. The downfall of organizations such as Team Rocket, Team Flare, and the Pokémon Hunting Group are more or less related to you.
"
"Don't talk nonsense, the Rockets are still alive and well." Jon spread his hands, "But I did have cordial exchanges with the rest of the organization."
"Team Rocket...heh, those guys will die soon." Quechis said calmly.
"How much hatred and resentment?" Jon pretended not to understand: "Do you, Team Plasma, have a conflict of interest with Team Rocket?"
"It's not just a conflict of interest, it's a life-or-death feud." Kuiqisi tugged at the corner of his lips: "Banmu really thinks that I don't know anything and that I'm always under his control. It's really ridiculous."
Facts prove——
All villains need a listener.
Because if you succeed quietly and achieve your goal, it will be like walking at night in brocade clothes, which is boring.
The inspector can't escape anyway.
Quichis, who felt that he had a chance to win, started from the beginning: "Listen to me and tell you a story. Many years ago, when the Plasma Corps was just established, I discovered a special person who could predict the future and communicate with Pokémon.
Talent.”
Jon: "I know, I know, Joey Boy, listen to the sound of everything.
A simple sentence interrupted Kuiqisi's train of thought.
Jon blinked innocently: "Did I say something wrong?"
Queqis ignored him and said to himself: "That boy is so special. I raised him and with his help, I created a genetic wedge that can control Kyurem to a certain extent."
However, although.
A little cause and little consequence.
But it doesn't matter.
If you say so, then that's it.
"Then what?" Jon was very considerate and pretended to be interested.
At this time, Kuiqisi's interest was waning.
He could see that the inspector in front of him was not a good listener.
But he had no other choice but to continue:
"I spent many years, spent countless money, and read a lot of ancient books, and finally found the whereabouts of the legendary Pokémon Kyurem."
"The Genetic Wedge is indeed effective. I successfully controlled the divine beast that drives the power of frost."
"The mission is accomplished, and no one in the world can stop me!"
I forgot the front, the middle, and the back. Anyway, Kyurem was conquered.
Listening to what Quechis said, Jon felt more and more that Kyurem was even worse than Suicune, who was covered in a net, and Kyogre, who was caught with a fishing rod.
No, man.
You are a first-level god after all, and you were conquered in such a childish way. Is this really okay?
"Then what?" Jon asked proactively before Quechis could speak.
"Then... something unexpected happened."
"N, who I raised as my own son, betrayed his father."
"He left the plasma group."
Jon held his hands and smiled: "Okay, okay."
kindness?
Quechis narrowed his eyes slightly.
Jon quickly changed his tone: "No, no, I've long thought that green hair is not a good thing, but you really made me guess."
Quechis: "You and N have met."
"In Shuanglong City, I thought you knew." Jon spread his hands: "I am the only survivor in Shuanglong City."
Quechis was silent.
"Then what?" Jon asked for the third time like a child, "What's going on with Champion Adek and Dr. Yew?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "So that's it - you found this place by following the traces of the yew trees."
Quechis seemed to have glimpsed the truth and sneered: "That woman's knowledge is indispensable. Although she is very unwilling to cooperate, the effect of active help and passive help are not much different."
"Through the special magnetic field of the Electric Cave, I used the light stone I found a long time ago to successfully awaken the real dragon Reshiram."
"Leshiram is powerful, but Kyurem is naturally capable of restraining his opponent. After a long battle, I controlled Kyurem and successfully devoured it."
Jon nodded: "Awesome——"
I recall Banmu, when I tried to conquer Mewtwo, I had to die.
Wait until we get to Quechis.
The mythical beast simply ‘sited and flew together’.
However, judging from the fact that the Bright Stone was broken into pieces and scattered to various key locations, Kuiqis’s so-called devouring was not a 100% victory, but there were great hidden dangers.
After thinking about this and looking at Quechis, Jon couldn't help but laugh.
"After talking for a long time, I think you don't just want to tell a story, right?"
"Although you can control Reshiram to change reality, you can only go so far, right?"
"I'm sorry, sorry, it's not so much that you changed reality, it's better that reality changed you."
"It seems like you have erased everything, but in fact you have only erased the world line in which you exist."
"You isolate everyone."
This is a convoluted statement, but actually there is a more understandable explanation:
If the original reality is a piece of drawing paper, Reshiram can make any changes on the drawing paper within his own power.
So what Quechis did was create a new page of drawing paper.
A false drawing paper, a drawing paper in which nothing exists except himself.