Qiao Qiao said calmly: "I accept your good words."

hang up the phone.

He looked back at Shuanglong City behind him.

I couldn't help scratching my eyebrows: "Time is tight and the task is heavy."

Fortunately, Daiwu is very helpful.

As we hurried on as hard as we could, we quickly met up with Jon.

Jon: "A good news or a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Dawu stared blankly in the direction of Shuangyong City and said in a difficult tone: "I'll hear the bad news first."

"The bad news is that we may have to face Quechis who has two divine beasts."

Daigo:???

No, now the mythical beasts are just like cabbage on the roadside. Who can get two if they want to?

Groudon and Kyogre, two careless things, almost destroyed Hoenn. Now you tell me, now we have to fight the mythical beasts, and we have to fight them one by one, I don't care, Sister Li!

"What about the good news?" Dawu asked again.

Hearing good news after hearing bad news should bring some comfort to his fragile heart...

Jon spread his hands: "The good news is that there are two mythical beasts. Coincidentally, there are two of us."

A big question mark appeared above Dawu's head.

When this question mark appears to me, it’s not that I have a problem, but that you have a problem.

Dawu: "That's really good news. I should thank you for not telling me that the so-called good news is 'the whole place is two yuan, everything is two yuan. You can't buy something with two yuan and suffer a loss, and you can't be fooled if you buy it with two yuan.'"

You see, this is what happens if you hang out with Mr. Qiao for a long time. Even a handsome young man from a wealthy family like Dawu will develop some unique sense of humor that does not belong to his class.

In other words.

Dawu started to play with abstraction.

Jon chuckled and looked at the coordinates on the Pokémon Navigator to Daigo: "I'm kidding, don't take it so seriously. The good news is that I have found the headquarters of the Plasma Corps.

The two of us acted like thunder, rushing over, killing gods when we met, and killing Buddha when we met Buddha.

All the way to Kuiqisi, he held his collar and asked, who has the final say in Hezhong?

How about it? Feel free to move. It’s better to act than to move. If you’re a brother, come and chop me up!”

Daigo: "Shut him or you?"

Jon: "Of course I'll kill him...Young man, your mind is a bit dangerous."

Hearing this, Dawu looked disappointed.

Time for joking is over.

The two discussed and made a plan.

Well, I don't really have any plans.

This operation made it clear that he was going to be a lone hero.

Anyway, the people from the United Alliance are not reliable, so bringing them along might be more of a hindrance.

As for the issue of transportation.

I have a Metagross.

Jon had no choice but to let Gengar super evolve and sit there by himself.

(Gengar: I feel like I have been living in the shadow of Gyarados/Lapras/Gyarados/Warrior Eagle.)

It's a long journey, flying from the far north to the far west.

All the way to the west...

Naturally, it is impossible to meet any beautiful women.

We met a lot of female Pokémon.

It's a pity that neither Dawu nor Qiaoen has the intention to conquer it.

Plasma Corps' headquarters is disguised as a factory.

In the middle of the process, Jon also took the time to check online and found out that he was a large taxpayer and received awards from the United Union every year.

It is hidden in the city.

…

…

Queqisi sat behind his desk, gently squeezing his eyebrows.

He still wore exaggerated robes and a special soft hat decorated with feathers on his head.

In the dim environment, the plasma boss closed his eyes tightly, seeming to be in great pain.

Sudden.

The heart beats violently.

Quechis showed a painful expression.

If there are outsiders present, they can see that his skin is cracked bit by bit, revealing the unusual flesh and blood inside...

It took quite a while.

The backlash has finally passed.

Queqis took a long breath, and the terrifying cracks on the surface of his skin disappeared bit by bit.

"It's still not perfect after all."

It is well known that triangles are the most stable structures.

It is also the preferred composition for white photo albums...

In short.

No Zekrom.

The damage caused by White Flame Kyurem to Quechis was still too great.

The most important thing is that the genetic wedge is lost.

This is going to kill you.

Quechis originally wanted to lure out Zekrom in Shuangyong City and completely complete his plan.

Who would have thought that the dark iron triangle that we rely on so much would fail.

Plus the previous Ovi.

The plasma mass, which was originally in a good situation, turned into a slump inexplicably.

"N...everything is your fault." Queqis gritted his teeth.

He raised that child from childhood to adulthood, and ended up raising a group of white-eyed wolves.

Every Pokémon has the right to choose its own destiny.

How ridiculous.

Pokémon should serve humans and the strong!

As for choice.

The weak do not deserve to choose!

The image of N flashed through Quechis' mind, and he clenched his fists tightly. If the kid hadn't defected, his plan could have gone smoother, and he wouldn't have been tortured into this horrible state by White Flame Kyurem.

"Patience, you must remain patient." Quechis said to himself.

A hundred miles is half ninety.

He was just one step away from ruling the entire world.

Temporary forbearance is nothing.

After pondering for a moment, Kuiqisi suddenly wanted to know about the woman, so he walked out of the office and took a familiar route to the deepest part of the underground.

This is a prison cell.

But it's not cold and humid.

On the contrary, the living conditions here are very good.

"How are you thinking today? Doctor."

The person being imprisoned is Dr. Yew from Luzi Town.

As Jon had guessed before, Quechis took a fancy to Dr. Yew's research on mythology and history, so he forcibly kidnapped her and brought her all the way from the Electric Cave to this barren land in the far west.
To be continued...