Rope is cozying up and enjoying his ride.
And obviously, people like Rope are bound to be in the minority.
A hitman, a working soul, a hitman who works and wants to hit people.
Jun to is such a hitman.
In the depths of the forest, at a certain section of the river, Jun to was working hard with his fellow hitmen.
Junji wiped the sweat from his head with his heavy sleeve. He was wearing a gas mask over his face. Wearing a heavy and clumsy protective suit on a hot day.
Junji felt like he was going to waste away.
The side of the companion of an unsteady stand, directly fell to the ground, and then lay there motionless chest violently undulate, obviously in the rapid breathing, but unfortunately with the block of the gas mask, after all, it is still very difficult to breathe.
But whether it is Jun to which of his buddies, they do not have a little take off the gas mask and then the meaning of breathing painfully. Just now, a group of colleagues had already rotated off and temporarily rested, and such a large workload did not allow them to take extra rest at all.
It was rumored that the League's prosecutor was about to arrive in Cerulean City, and now that such an incident had suddenly occurred, the water company was naturally busy arranging for people to clean up the mess. But since this kind of thing is a negligence, it's never good to be found out.
Originally is not what heavy work, although look quite horrible, but carefully cleaned up after a section of polluted river only, just somehow do not know why Pokémon once close to this place, either is crazy forward, and then die, or is desperately back, avoided.
So the water source company could only let them, the beaters, come here for further treatment. But the river is small and narrow, and the machine can not be used, so the bitter workers can only be in the scorching sun under the heat of the bitter hands to clean up.
Junji looked at the black and purple silt that appeared for some reason, wriggling like a living creature, and a feeling of uneasiness flowed from the bottom of his heart.
Thinking back to the hundreds of various Pokémon that had died here before, Junji shivered on the hot day. It was rather like a feeling of a man's back.
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Office of the President of Cerulean City Water Source, Inc.
"Mr. Koji, the cause of the incident is still under investigation and dredging is proceeding normally. We have called in all the pumps and water pipes for a temporary water transfer."
A man dressed as a secretary was holding a document at this moment, methodically reporting the situation to a middle-aged man sitting at the back of the table.
The middle-aged man, also known as Mr. Koji, had lowered his eyes, his eyes were deep, his face was devoid of sadness and joy, and the silver strands caught between his hair and at his temples seemed to whisper that this man was no longer so young. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and on his forehead also tell of the deep traces that age has left on him.
But in his office there were many fitness equipments, some designed for humans and some for Pokémon, and the most conspicuous place on the wall was a large photo. In the photo, a teenager and a fierce-looking blue crocodile were holding a large golden trophy together, with smiles of excitement and joy on their faces.
The teenager's face was similar to Mr. Koji's, and it was obvious that the teenager should be Mr. Koji's son or some other offspring who cared very closely.
Mr. Koji pondered for a while, then raised his head and showed a smile that was like a spring breeze, then said, "Okay, I know, hard work, Yoichi."
Yoichi lowered his head and said, "It's my duty, Mr. Koji."
Mr. Koji's face remained unchanged then said, "Tell the people underneath to keep working, and move fast, it is said that League's inspectors will be coming this way the day after tomorrow. Cerulean City is famous for its water, and we, as the water company for the whole of Cerulean City, can never afford to let up a bit, that section of the river must be cleaned up in time and investigate what the hell is going on. The crews can be given an allowance to get it done as soon as possible."
Yoichi nodded respectfully, "I will, I'll personally go over there this afternoon to keep an eye on it."
Mr. Koji nodded with satisfaction at his words, then smiled, "Good, then let's arrange it that way, you work a little harder, after all, it's to preserve our company's reputation."
Yoichi smiled, "I won't let the company's signboard be disgraced. Mr. Koji!"
Mr. Koji smiled and waved his hand, indicating that Yoichi could go out.
Yoichi understood and bowed slightly before heading in the direction of the door.
He had just grabbed the door handle when he heard Mr. Koji speak again.
"Yoichi, tell the employees below to keep their mouths shut, this matter, must never be known to anyone outside of our company."
Yoichi flinched slightly, not quite understanding Mr. Koji's intention of purposely instructing one side again, before nodding his head once more and saying, "Okay, I'll do it, don't worry, Mr. Koji."
"Good, go out, I'm going to rest for a while, don't let anyone else disturb me if it's not a major matter,"
Hearing that Mr. Koji's tone was still smiling, Yoichi was slightly relieved, he didn't turn around, he just responded with a soft "Yes". Then he opened the door and walked out of Mr. Koji's office.
Behind him, when Mr. Koji spoke with a smile, his face was completely indifferent and cold, without a trace of happy expression.
After Yoichi walked out of the office for 10 minutes, Mr. Koji lowered his head in a muffled voice with a cold but tired face, "You come out."
A figure in a white suit with a delicate figure and green silk like a waterfall just appeared from the position of the coffee table.
She held a cup of tea and elegantly took a sip, a flirtatious smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"Mr. Koji really has a knack for doing things, the means of deceiving the top and the bottom is extremely skilled, it looks like the little lady has to be extremely careful when working with you. Otherwise, I won't even know when I've been sold by you, Mr. Koji."
Her voice was like a wisp of light smoke under the setting sun, misty, charming and with a hint of dust.
However, when Mr. Koji listened to this wonderful voice, he only felt a gust of coldness running through his heart.
He looked at the woman icily, almost squeezing out this sentence from between his teeth.
"I hate to kill you."
One word at a time, like words with blood.
The woman, however, didn't react at all, still drinking tea elegantly, only that a Froslass had somehow manifested itself at her side
As if it was a tit-for-tat, a Feraligatr came out from Mr. Koji's side, staring fiercely at the Froslass and the woman.
Both sides kept their restraint as the swords were drawn, and the confrontation of chakra was kept to a very small range, so it was obvious that both Feraligatr and Froslass were powerful Pokémon.
And Mr. Koji and the woman, both were powerful trainers as well.
"If I were you, Mr. Koji, I wouldn't make such an unwise move." The woman gently set her teacup down, the corner of her mouth lifting in a soft curve.
"Until our cooperation is over, I don't think you have the capital to tear your face off with me. After all... you have a handle on me, and you don't even know who I am, so how can you talk about retaliation?"
The woman's voice was still soft, even with so much as a hint of a smile, but Mr. Koji felt like a ball that had been zapped and leaked air, quickly deflating.
Indeed, he was not qualified to negotiate with this woman in front of him.
"What exactly do you want?"
Mr. Koji's tone was tinged with anger and disbelief. Perhaps this was a very unusual thing, but similarly, there was no way to investigate the cause of the strange things his company encountered not five times a year, but three times a year.
Why did he meet this female plague god this time alone.
This time he does have a kind of bad year feeling.
He has been in the shopping center above the powerful clouds, face this time the situation is really so powerless.
Just in these few days, the gray hairs on his temples sprouted up like rain.
"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate with me properly, I guarantee that your son is safe and sound. Although the means of my errand was a bit dirty this time, how could I go back on my word? However..."
Saying this, her words changed, "If you keep thinking of bullying me, a tiny weak woman, then I can only think of a way to fight back, although I can't beat you, the person who works for me, but I can beat your son!"
The woman's words carried an innocent cruelty. What sounded like primitive logic carried a strong taste of blood.
Mr. Koji was shivering with anger, but, apparently, he could only continue to shiver.
The old man with a child simply didn't want to put his child through the slightest bit of harm. Not to mention that this ruthless woman's outburst was bound to be unbearable pain for the child.
Right now, the deep love for the child was the most solid yoke on him. A shocking old age was shown on this middle-aged man who did not defy old age.
"I will cooperate with you...don't hurt him."
Mr. Koji leaned back helplessly in his chair and closed his eyes, not letting the exhaustion under his eyes be captured by the bitch in front of him.
He didn't know what kind of mistake he had made to invite such a guy.
"Please believe me well, I'm a man of my word."
The woman's tone brought with it a hint of aggression, sounding pathetic and very capable of arousing a man's desire for protection.
But at this moment, Mr. Koji didn't have a little bit of such compassionate feeling.
"How can I trust a guy who hides his head."
Mr. Koji said with extreme disgust.
The woman didn't hold back a light laugh covering her mouth at his words.
"Koji-san is such an interesting person, do you still want to probe my identity at this point? Alas, I'm actually not averse to giving my face to be seen. After all, I'm a beauty in size. However, wearing a mask, this is our rule. I can't break this rule."
The woman said in a tone that sounded like she was pampered.
Mr. Koji, on the other hand, was staring at the Froslass-like mask on the woman's head that covered the upper half of her face. It was as if he wanted to see his enemy through the mask.
The woman seems to be tired, glancing at Mr. Koji's angry but powerless eyes, the soft arc of her mouth remains unchanged, and after a slight nod, Froslass waves his arm, and one person and one ghost disappears from Mr. Koji's office once again.
But Mr. Koji knew that this woman, didn't really leave, she was always staring at him from a corner he didn't know about. Until he himself can solve the whole thing.
The office fell silent once again, and Mr. Koji took a deep breath before leaning back in his chair helplessly.
But in the back of his mind...
Yet, he was getting more and more curious about what was underneath that sludge.
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Rope sniffled, then "hissed" as he sucked in a breath of cool air.
"Why do I feel like the air is a little off?"
Rotom Pokédex burst out of his backpack in response, then pretended to sniff, then using the sampler in his hand, he took some air samples and started analyzing them.
It had to be said that the Rotom Pokédex invented by Clemont was really good at what it did. Plus the huge number of special tools that both Professor Oak and Rope had modified and added together. In Rope's hands this is already a research tool.
To Rope's feeling Rotom Pokédex is like Iron Man's Jarvis, except what it can not do, can do everything.
Sure enough in no time, Rotom Pokédex gave the appropriate analysis.
"Analyzing, trace amounts of toxic energy present in the air, Rotom."
Rope frowned when he heard this.
"Are you sure it's toxic energy and not toxic gas?"
Rope asked this in a practical way, the level of harm between toxic gas and toxic energy could not be generalized.
Toxic gas didn't necessarily kill, but toxic energy was something that really wasn't something that humans could just dabble in.
"Quite sure, but this toxic energy is not within the Pokédex records, loto!"
The good thing was that the level wasn't too high, it was still within the human body's tolerance range.
But Rope still felt rather strange.
The neighborhood hadn't been explored to say that there was any large colony of Poison-type Pokémon. So what about this overflow of toxic energy? And Rotom said there was no record of it, which meant that the energy didn't match up with most of the currently known Poison-type Pokémon. So an unknown Poison-type Pokémon?
Haven't heard of it.
You know, the energies of all Poison-type Pokémon basically have to be recorded in the League's database, so that in case this happens, the corresponding Pokémon species can be found as soon as possible and then first aid can be administered.
The League's information on Poison-type Pokémon was still quite complete.
But now Rotom said that there was no record of a Poison-type Pokémon.
Rope felt puzzled for a moment. After thinking for a while, Rope pulled out a gas mask from his backpack. It had to be said that the preparation was really too thoughtful, Daisy was really meticulous to a certain extent.
Putting on the mask, Rope said, "Rotom, start detecting, head in the direction of the highest concentration, and alert me when it reaches the limit of what a normal human body can't handle is."
"Okay, loto! Promise to get the job done, loto!"
Rotom Pokédex gave a decent salute, then swung around, then headed for Rope's right hand side just like that.