An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 112 To pacify the interior before resisting external aggression (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
The laughter stopped abruptly.

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the source of the sound.

Mo Zhen had somehow reached the outer edge of the crowd, his hands in the pockets of his crisp red suit trousers, a half-smile on his face.

A large can of yellow peaches appeared out of nowhere, standing to the side and behind Mo Zhen, its head tilted, its intelligent eyes scanning the crowd as if trying to distinguish friend from foe.

Luca, panting heavily, also appeared on the other side of Mo Zhen.

It had just undergone the most important transformation in its life, and the dog was still immersed in a sense of surprise and uncertainty, its mind reeling.

This is too sweet! Just using the Tempest Kick twice has already drained my stamina so much. The power of Aura is truly terrifying...

I need to practice more; I need to do intensive training every day from now on!
With a blissful, adoring expression like a warm pig on his face, Luca seemed to have completely embarked on the right path of dog life.

On the other side, when Thomson saw Mo Zhen appear, he cried out excitedly, as if a drowning man had grasped at a straw.

"Oh yeah! Lord Uz! You have finally arrived at your faithful 1145th Street!"

Glock and Browning's expressions changed simultaneously.

Glock narrowed his eyes, sizing up Mo Zhen's flashy red suit that was completely out of place in the lower city, as well as the two elves beside him who looked like they were not to be trifled with.

The yellow, canned lizard with its somewhat vacant eyes exuded an aura that instinctively made him feel a sense of danger.

As for the blue dog with its eyes rolled back in a daze, it made him take a few more glances at Mo Zhen, who might be the legendary "dog lover".

He had long heard that such a circle existed in the Union, but he never expected to actually see it today.

"You're that Uzi?"

Browning's gaze was even more sinister; he keenly caught the awe contained in Thomson's "Sir."

His fingers stopped tapping the Poké Ball, his body tensed slightly, and a hint of uncertainty flashed in his eyes.

Mo Zhen did not answer Glock directly. He slowly walked over to Thomson, patted the latter's stiff shoulder, and his gaze swept over Glock and Browning's faces like a cold searchlight.

"When did it become the place for two watchdogs to bark at my men and dream of taking over my streets?"

"What did you say?!"

Glock flew into a rage and stepped forward, almost touching Mo Zhen.

His henchmen also reached for the weapons and Poké Balls.

Browning reached out to stop Glock, stared at Mo Zhen, and said with a forced smile.

“Brother Uzi, don’t be so blunt. We’re just following orders from Boss Colt. Thomson’s mismanagement allowed the Smoke Team to infiltrate, seriously affecting the gang’s interests and territorial stability. We’re taking over for the greater good.”

A hint of probing flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his voice.

"If you really are Uzi, the one who wiped out the entire Poison Smoke squad in the warehouse, then we can talk. After all, we're all brothers in the Quick Gun team, there's no need to make things unpleasant over a street. Our boss, Colt, is very generous; if you're willing to cooperate, he can share the profits with you..."

"The bigger picture? Interests?"

Mo Zhen seemed to have heard an amusing joke; the corners of her mouth widened, revealing a hint of mockery.

"As far as I know, your Seventh District seems to be a major area infiltrated by the toxic smoke team, right? I see you can't even manage your own territory properly. If we really want to talk about the big picture and interests... how about this?"

Mo Zhen revealed a confident smile and said calmly.

"Why don't you all transfer your Seventh District to my name? I'll be your boss, and we can sit down and talk about everything, from the big picture to our interests!"

Upon hearing this, Glock and Browning's expressions changed drastically!

A look of disbelief and horror flashed across Browning's eyes, and Glock blurted out.

"You... what nonsense are you spouting! I think you've gone mad!"

Mo Zhen maintained the relaxed demeanor of an artist, speaking leisurely.

"Whether it's nonsense or not, you know in your hearts. Go back and tell your master that this is my territory and none of his business. I will personally clean up the mess left by the toxic smoke squad. As for you..."

Mo Zhen paused, then the lion in her eyes suddenly burst forth!
"Leave the toll, then take your men and get out of here immediately."

The final word, "get lost," boomed like a thunderclap, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

Browning's eyes darted around, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He wasn't sure if the man in the red suit in front of him was really as terrifying as the rumors suggested, but his aura and gaze sent a chill down his spine.

He hesitated for a moment, then whispered to Glock.

"Should we retreat first? Let's go back and ask the boss for instructions..."

Glock was thoroughly enraged, his forehead veins bulging.

"Get out of here my ass! Fuck! You think you're so tough? You really think wearing a red vest makes you someone special? I'll show you what the rules of District Seven are today!"

He roared and ripped the Poké Ball from his waist.

Seeing this, Browning knew that a conflict was inevitable, so he reached for his Poké Ball without hesitation and shouted to his minions behind him.

"Do it!"

The Seventh District's Quick-Gun team instantly dispersed, forming a semi-encirclement around Mo Zhen, Thomson, and the two elves.

The lights in the Poké Balls lit up one after another, revealing Primala, Mightyena, Zubat...

One by one, fierce-looking elves appeared on the narrow street, baring their teeth and locking onto the group in the center.

Xiao Huolong let out a deep sound, and the Burning Technique Battle Qi accelerated its circulation within his body.

Its normally high-speed CPU finally relaxed at this moment.

Because the current situation is very clear, apart from the trio and the speaker guy, everyone else seems to be the enemy, so there's no need to bother identifying them anymore.

Luca's eyes showed a mixture of trepidation and excitement, and his right leg trembled involuntarily.

Ah...ah...today...I'm finally going to use that move properly. Why do I feel so ashamed? It's kind of embarrassing, but also a little exciting...hehehe!

Seeing that a battle was about to break out, Thomson hurriedly took out a Poké Ball and released his still-wounded Leopard, which nervously stood in front of him.

As for the speaker-equipped scissor...

Like its two speakers, it's in a semi-dead state. Even with the Pokémon's recovery speed, it won't be able to get back up for at least ten days to two weeks.

Seeing the tense scene before him, Mo Zhen took his hand out of his pocket and gently placed it on the handle of the Uzi rifle at his waist.

The air in the lower part of Liyong City suddenly froze as Glock roared and threw out a Poké Ball.

The Strike Demon leaped out from the crimson light, pounding its chest with both fists; its indigo muscles gleamed metallically under the streetlights.

Its vine belt was tightly bound around its waist, clearly indicating that it was in a fighting stance.

At the same time, Browning, grinning sinisterly, released a throwing ghost that was already waving its arms and lunging at Xiao Huolong.

This red-skinned Pokémon is dressed in a white judo uniform, and its thick body is like a wall.

It excels at using throwing techniques to defeat its enemies, and now with its arms outstretched, it is clearly about to perform a "force-assisted throw".

These two Pokémon are level 38 and 39 respectively, clearly demonstrating that the veteran powerhouses of District Seven are indeed a level stronger than those of District Nine. "Boys, let me show you the fighting skills of District Seven!"

Glock spat as he charged forward with earth-shaking strides, the wind from his elbow strikes sending pebbles flying from the ground.

How dare you! You dare to use your elbows like that?!
Luca's eyes narrowed, and his right leg emitted a loud buzzing sound as the power of the wave guide surged through his lower limbs like an electric current!
Just as the Demon's iron elbow was about to touch his face, Luca suddenly spun around, his right leg whipping through the air like a dragon's tail!
Oh my god! ...
hum! !

An invisible wave of energy blades exploded from the knee, creating visible ripples that spread in a fan shape. The ground was plowed with a trench half a finger deep by this air strike.

Just as Ghost was about to strike, a flash of blue light appeared before his eyes, and he was struck in the chest by an immense force. It was not a physical impact, but a resonance that penetrated deep into his bones.

It looked down at its chest, which appeared intact on the surface, but inside, it could be heard cracking sounds as if its bones were dislocating.

Immediately afterwards, it couldn't help but let out a terrifying howl.

"Ooh o ...

Like the conduction of waves, Luca's battle aura infected the opponent the moment it came into contact with the force.

With a terrifying howl, the Strike Ghost was sent flying backward, crashing into half of a brick wall.

Feeling the lingering effects of the Aura within his body, Luca rolled his eyes and delivered a Water Gun shot directly to the face of the Strike Demon!
The powerful water gun delivered a devastating blow, and the Demon was completely defeated by this smooth little combo, unable to rise again!
"What...what kind of weird move is this?!"

Browning's pupils contracted sharply as the throwing ghost swung its arms and lunged at Xiao Huolong.

Xiao Huolong tilted his head to dodge the first attack, and his Burning Technique fighting spirit gathered into a vortex in his palm.

The starting stance of the Extreme Eight Collapse makes the veins on its Tyrannosaurus Rex-like upper limbs bulge.

Seeing this, the throwing ghost leaped backward, intending to create distance and unleash a throwing technique, but unexpectedly, Xiao Huolong's fighting spirit erupted from his feet, and the afterimage of [Explosive Step] suddenly appeared to its side.

"Cuck!"

His right arm, brimming with the fighting spirit of the Burning Strike, slammed out like a battering ram, the wind from the punch already causing a burning pain to the throwing ghost's skin.

This Extreme Eight Collapse had no fancy techniques; it was purely an explosion of battle qi compressed to the extreme. The moment the fist made contact with the thrown ghost shoulder armor, the battle qi exploded like a volcanic eruption!

The throwing ghost's entire arm was dented by the blast, and the sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard. Its massive body crashed into the pile of trash cans like a kite with a broken string.

Amidst the stench of canned goods mixed with rust, it convulsed and could no longer stand up.

Glock and Browning were completely frozen in place.

The two fighting-type elites who were just arrogant were instantly killed by their opponent in two moves.

Luca lay on the ground, immersed in the thrill of the battle, a look of pure joy on his face.

Xiao Huolong shook his steaming claws, still wanting more.

The henchmen of the quick-gun squad around them looked at the fallen Strike Ghost and Throwing Ghost, then at the blue-skinned dog with its eerie smile, and at the terrifying fighting spirit emanating from the canned yellow peach. Their hands, gripping their weapons, began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Quack! It's a pro! Everyone, retreat!"

Someone shouted first, and the henchmen, as if granted a pardon, turned around and scurried towards the alley entrance.

As their owner fled, the Incineroar and the Great Wolfhound followed behind with their tails between their legs, while the Zubat screamed and plunged into the sewer.

Glock tried to yell at him to stop, but Browning grabbed him.

"Don't be silly! That Uzbek is a real ruthless guy, we're no match for him!"

The two exchanged a glance, seeing the utter terror in each other's eyes. They turned and disappeared into the fleeing crowd, tumbling and crawling away from the street corner.

Thomson stood frozen, staring at the mess on the ground and Mo Zhen's impeccably dressed red suit, his gold chain jingling around his neck.

Mo Zhen slowly pulled out his Uzi submachine gun, pointed it at the sky, and pulled the trigger. The rat-a-tat-tat-tat of gunfire startled the flock of pigeons on the wall.

Upon seeing the enemy's retreating figure, Luca suddenly triggered the kill mechanism, his eyes revealing the bloodthirsty fighting spirit of a professional soldier.

Hmph, trying to escape? Lightning Five-Hit Elbow Combo!!!
Ring ring—clang clang—

In that split second, the brass cartridge case that had been ejected from the ejection port of the Uzi submachine gun when Mo Zhen fired into the air finally ended its brief dance in the air, striking the ground with a crisp metallic tremor that carried the afterglow of death.

"Thump!" "Bang!" "Crack!" "Ouch!"

As the spent cartridge case hit the ground, a series of heavy, painful impacts and muffled thuds of bones shattering, like a precisely choreographed musical piece, suddenly resounded less than three meters in front of Mo Zhen!
All those who tried to escape, including the two leaders, Glock and Browning, were thrown back as if by an invisible giant hand.

They fell heavily onto the small open space at Mo Zhen's feet in various contorted and painful postures, forming a carpet of groaning bodies.

Luca's figure, as if he had never left, silently reappeared half a step behind Mo Zhen.

Xiao Huolong tilted his head, looking at the loot piled up on the ground, as if to confirm whether he needed to finish off the enemy.

Thomson was completely petrified, his mouth agape wide enough to fit the speaker grill's horn.

Mo Zhen lowered her eyelids, raised her foot, and gently kicked Glock, who was slumped like a dead dog, with the gleaming tip of her Chelsea boot.

"Remember, this is my territory. Dogs need to be leashed, and people need to stand up straight. Didn't I tell you to leave some money before you get out? You think you can leave without paying? You think this is a public toilet?"

Glock raised his head with great difficulty; his face, once filled with contempt, was now twisted and deformed by excruciating pain and extreme fear.

"Spare...spare us...Lord Uz...we were blind, utterly ignorant! Money...toll, we'll give you everything! All the money we have, please spare our lives!"

Mo Zhen smiled innocently and brightly, like a sunny boy in a youth campus drama, and said in an extremely friendly manner.

"Don't worry, I'm a good person in every way, except for one thing: I'm too kind-hearted! We're all colleagues in the quick-fire team, I'm not going to strip you all naked, am I?"

……

District 7, underground bar [Pistol Paradise].

The air was thick with the mixed scents of alcohol and tobacco, and the deafening underground rock music barely masked the secret talks and deals taking place in the corner.

Deep inside the bar, in a booth with even dimmer lighting.

Colt, a cadre from District 7, was holding a glass of whiskey with ice.

He wore a well-tailored dark suit, his hair was neatly combed, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as he looked down at Glock and Browning, who were now only wearing their underwear.

Kind-hearted Lord Uz did not strip them of their underwear; he merely took their cash, gold jewelry, weapons, uniforms, and Poké Balls.

Time ticked by, and the atmosphere in the booth was almost suffocating.

After a moment, a ruthless smile appeared on Colt's face.

"Uz, you're ruthless, very good... I need someone like you!"

Behind him, a man in a toxic smoke squad uniform whispered.

"What's going on? Can you handle things in District Nine? One of our men went missing there last time, and they haven't been found since..."

Colt downed his whiskey in one gulp and scoffed.

"No problem, our cooperation continues. That so-called BOSS is long gone. The Quick Gun Team... will be mine sooner or later!"

……

While turmoil was brewing within the quick-fire team, an Interpol agent in a brown trench coat was conducting a tense and exciting investigation, embarking on an unprecedented and wondrous adventure...

(End of this chapter)