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Chapter 104 Code Name Handsome Guy (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

My name is Handsome, and I am an Interpol agent.

Interpol, doesn't that sound like a really cool and awesome job?

fart!
To be honest, before joining, I was also completely fooled by the BYD propaganda department of the alliance. I really thought it was some kind of high-class organization that punishes evil and promotes good.

After joining, I realized that this organization was incredibly murky, even more so than a mafia!

In short, Interpol members can be broadly divided into two categories.

One type is those with connections to major alliance families.

After these young men and women join the organization, they can easily be promoted to management positions within two years.

These people, each holding a high position, usually wield great influence through their writings and offer their opinions on current affairs; they do everything except their official duties.

Once a major case like a raid comes up, these people will take a break from their busy schedules to give on-site command, add the case to their resumes, and claim it as another great achievement, leading to a rapid promotion.

In short, these bastards have little to do, plenty of money, high status, frequent upscale clubs, and enjoy all sorts of extortion and bribery.

The second category is grassroots cadres like us who have no background.

After joining the organization, we were treated like cattle and horses, working tirelessly on one case after another.

Our nickname in this line of work is "007." Don't get me wrong, it has absolutely nothing to do with that slick agent who uses high-tech gadgets to show off and pick up girls all day.

Our "007" means that we work from midnight to midnight every day of the week, seven days a week, all year round.

This damn organization does nothing but brainwashing and manipulate people, telling them how noble their mission is, how important their work is, and constantly shouting about "loyalty," claiming they can never repay the alliance's kindness.

And then what? If the case is handled well, it's because the leadership was good at directing; if the case is handled badly, it's because we were incompetent.

Gan!
How did I end up on this pirate ship?!
When I regretted it and wanted to change careers, I realized it was too late!

Because our line of work involves so many shady dealings within the league, it's easy to get in but hard to get out. There's absolutely no chance to switch careers. If you resign, your account is cancelled, and you end up sitting at the same table as the Rockets. You can only work in this line of work until you retire.

And I heard that the BYD alliance recently pushed back the retirement age by another five years, so it seems like you have to work until you're 75!

Sigh, well, that's life. I can only keep going.

I recently took on the most absurd case of my career. They said they'd send me to some kind of Wood Farm in Unova to investigate the oppression and exploitation of elves.

Ugh, I'm speechless. We're allowed to fight off some emerging forces that threaten the Alliance's rule, and do some dirty work, fine. But we also have to meddle in the trivial matters on the farm!
Later I found out that it was that damned nepotism accomplice named Yulongdu who watched some stupid documentary made by an idiot on Douyin, and on a whim, Niu Zi started yelling that he wanted to investigate the matter.

To be honest, these people are really wasting their time. I've seen people treated like this in the Kanto region, and nothing's happened to them all these years. They've only made a fuss over something as trivial as exploiting a spirit.

Although that bastard Yulongdu speaks with a sanctimonious air, I know that he definitely wants to take this opportunity to go on a publicly funded trip to Hezhong, absolutely!
What's most infuriating is that this Dodo bird actually specifically asked me to go on a business trip with him, claiming that I'm some kind of "senior operator" with rich experience in handling cases, and that I can shine on the chaotic stage of the Union.

Damn it, since I'm so senior, why don't you give me a promotion and a raise?
Lila, who had worked under me for two years, became my direct supervisor because of her hard work and diligence.

What about being "hardworking"...?

fart!
I wrote all of this girl's research reports. If you could get promoted just by being "hardworking," I would have been riding on a dodo's head long ago!

To be honest, I'd rather work with that girl Lila than partner with this guy who's connected to the flight department.

Putting everything else aside, Lila is really pretty, with big breasts, a nice butt, and that androgynous face...

Damn it, I think I'm a bit sexually repressed. Ugh, it's all because of this damn job!
Back to this damn job, the Unicron has only been independent from the Galilean Alliance for a few years, and it's practically a barbaric land.

This group particularly likes to emphasize "freedom" and "democracy," hates it when others interfere in the affairs of their alliance, and has a very bad attitude towards us, the international police.

That idiot Dodo bird doesn't even consider that if we barge into someone's legal farm and cause all sorts of trouble, do you think the various stakeholders will allow it?

However, it turns out that my worries were completely unnecessary.

Because before we even set foot on UAE soil, we were thoroughly thwarted by those damn customs officials.

Damn it, the United States Customs confiscated almost all the Pokémon we were carrying, citing the need to prevent invasive species.

The only one that entered the country with me was that low-ranking, bad frog.

This guy was recruited by me in Sinnoh. He's usually lazy and undisciplined, and often doesn't listen to my commands. If it weren't for the fact that he saved my life, I would have fired him long ago!

Alright, now that we've lost all our investigative tools, what's the point of continuing?

If we were to actually investigate, any random local police officer could just make us stand at attention, take a stroll around the Suanmu Farm, write a report, and head back home.

However, plans can't keep up with changes. When we arrived at Suanmu Farm, it had already been wiped out by Team Plasma, a notorious local extremist Pokémon protection organization.

I originally thought that was the end of the matter and I could go back to writing my report.

Unexpectedly, the mouse was pulling the shovel—the big head was at the back.

The Dodo, this newly enlightened being, put on a sanctimonious face again, saying that he wanted to split up with me to investigate the extreme spirit protection organization, Team Plasma.

Needless to say, I know this guy definitely didn't have enough fun and went to some nightclub in Hezhong to have some fun.

Before leaving, BYD gave me an order to conduct a thorough investigation in United States and to produce tangible results so I could submit a report to him upon my return.

Fuck!
BYD went off to have some fun, leaving me to shoulder the burden of performance targets alone.

Even a fool would know that I couldn't possibly investigate any plasma team on my own.

Those guys are all extreme lunatics who don't know their own strength. I only have one underling, a purple-skinned toad, who's guaranteed to die if he goes.

After much deliberation, given the rampant availability of addictive products made from various elven extracts in this region, I decided to simply grab a few flour merchants, make a show of it, and sell them off.

You wouldn't believe it until you investigate! Wow, there's some juicy stuff here!
A new product called "Dream Tobacco" is sweeping through the traditional tobacco market in Liyong City at an astonishing pace, completely disrupting the market landscape with a revolutionary new process.

At first, I didn't think much of those confused smokers on the street.

Until I found a cigarette vendor and tried out the product...

Good heavens, Lila actually did a pole dance in front of me!
Fortunately, I have a strong will and decisively fired two shots, which completely freed me from the dream and restored my consciousness.

Even an old-timer like me almost fell for it. My god, if this stuff gets out and sells well overseas, it'll cause chaos!
Suddenly, a strong sense of mission welled up in my heart. As an Interpol officer dedicated to maintaining world peace, I really had no choice but to take action.

I haven't felt this passionate in a long time. It seems that those petty scheming individuals haven't extinguished my passion; my heart, yearning for justice, remains burning hot.

I must get a huge shipment of goods from them!

Uh... I mean I have to take down their distribution network.

Just as my investigation was in full swing, a group of men dressed in quick-fire squad uniforms gradually surrounded me.

These guys are notorious local bullies in Liyong City. I remained outwardly calm, but secretly I very cautiously put my hand on my waist.

"Hey man! What's up? I've seen you a few times already, what are you doing hanging around my turf?"

When questioned by the black man dressed as a gangster singer, a hint of composure flashed in my eyes, and I casually made up an excuse.

"It's nothing, I'm just looking for... a job. Things are really hectic in the factories lately, so it's not easy to find a job."

That's absolutely right. The factories in the United States are full of shrewd and capable people, and they're incredibly efficient.

The black guy didn't look very bright, and my make-up excuse quickly gained his trust. He reached out and patted my shoulder, smiling familiarly.

"Yo, bro, today's your lucky day! You seem to have a really cool purple-skinned buddy. Our boss is currently recruiting. Join us, it'll be easy and pay well, you'll make a fortune!"

Is this a good thing?

Just as I was thinking about how to start investigating the source of Mengzi cigarettes, someone gave me a clear path.

Once you infiltrate this gang, isn't it easy to investigate?
My eyes lit up, and a symbolic smile of excitement appeared on my face.

"Really? What exactly do we do?"

The black man expertly made a gang sign and kept quiet about the topic.

"Hey man, don't ask too many questions. Our boss will tell you the details. Just come with me."

I thought I would be taken to some high-end club, or at the very least, some underground nightclub.

Unexpectedly, the group walked straight into a war-damaged internet cafe. The black man leading the way knocked on the door of a private room with great seriousness, as if it were some kind of important secret place.

"Lord Uz, I have brought the person."

After a moment of frozen silence, a heavy voice came from inside the door.

"Let him in."

I walked into the private room and saw a man in a red suit sitting in front of a computer. He had the aura of a mafia godfather, and he made the internet cafe private room feel like a private manor.

Beside him was a small... uh, is that a baby fire dragon?!

Judging from its height alone, this yellow-skinned lizard is almost as tall as two small fire dragons, and it's even taller than a fire dragon.

And this size...

Is Charmander really that fat? This thing looks like a can of yellow peaches.

Clearly, this is some new Unova species that has not been included in the Pokédex.

As for the Riolu next to him, it looked much more normal, except that it looked a bit old.

It hasn't evolved at such an advanced age, which clearly indicates a problem with the breeding method.

"You're the guy who's been asking around the streets about Meng Ziyan?"

The guy in the red suit continued typing away, pretending to be engrossed, without even glancing back at me.

My eyelid twitched almost imperceptibly, but I quickly regained my composure.

"Ahem, I'm just an ordinary person looking for a job."

"Stop pretending, you're an Interpol agent—handsome guy, you were sent to investigate the Suanmu Farm, right?"

A hint of surprise flashed in my eyes; the information the other party had given was absolutely accurate.

Damn it!

Has my identity been exposed?!

Although my pants were a little damp, I remained outwardly calm and collected.

"How do you know my identity?"

Snapped!
The private room suddenly fell silent. The man finally stopped what he was doing and turned around.

Fake!

The moment he turned his face, I felt ashamed of my code name!
I have to admit, this damn bastard is the man who truly deserves the title of "handsome"!

His radiant smile, as bright as sunshine, made me momentarily forget Miss Lila's graceful figure.

But what he said next shocked me even more than his face.

"Haha, that goes without saying, because I'm an Interpol agent too!"

WTF? !
What the hell is this!

Despite the shock in my heart, I did not immediately believe his words, but instead tentatively asked with some skepticism.

"You're an undercover agent? But I've never heard of anyone like you in the Unification Empire..."

The man maintained his confident smile and gave me a reason I couldn't refuse.

"Of course you wouldn't know, because my rank is higher than yours, um... I'm on the same level as Officer Lila, so you certainly have no right to know my whereabouts!"

What?! He actually knows that Officer Lila is my superior?

Well, since he even knows about Miss Lila, I have no choice but to believe him now.

I looked him over more closely.

This guy looks very young, not at all like a veteran police officer who has been through many years of hard work. He's obviously just some rich kid from the Alliance who's messing around in the Union.

But at least he's a ruthless character who infiltrates gangs, which makes him much more reliable than that Dodo guy, who only infiltrates nightclub girls' ranks...

"As far as I know, you came with Adu, and now he's sent you to conduct an independent investigation in United States, right? It seems you've recently gotten involved in the Meng Ziyan matter. Let me tell you, this is no simple matter..."

Seeing the inscrutable expression on his face, I sensed a familiar scent emanating from him.

"May I ask what your insightful opinion is, sir?"

As if he had been waiting for me to say those words, he clapped his hands excitedly.

"I can show you the way now: investigate the toxic smoke team. The answers you're looking for are all there."

What? I see!

As expected of an elite infiltrator who has been working undercover in the Union for many years, their understanding of the situation is so clear...

Why don't you investigate it yourself!

Of course, I was just complaining to myself.

Clearly, this arrogant and pretentious attitude of this scoundrel proves that this kid is definitely a legitimate Interpol officer.

As I was leaving, something suddenly occurred to me, and I had a flash of inspiration.

"By the way, what's your code name in Interpol?"

With the most confident smile I had ever seen in my life, he uttered that truly fitting code name.

"My codename is... [Handsome Guy]!"

(End of this chapter)