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Chapter 113 Handsome Guy's Operation: The Gun-Wielding Wild Man (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
My name is Handsome, and I am an Interpol agent.

Ever since I was kicked to this godforsaken place Unova by that Flying-type nepotism of the Dodo, I haven't had a single peaceful day.

The Suanmu Farm was blown up by the Plasma Team, and the Dodo Bird went to a nightclub, leaving me alone in this unfamiliar place in the lower district of Liyong City, wandering the streets.

Damn it! And that handsome special envoy I just met also treats me like a beast of burden. But Meng Ziyan is really weird. If I don't find out more about her, who knows what kind of trouble she might cause.

Yes, I have to find a way to get a bite as soon as possible.

Uh, I mean, I need to find out where it came from right away.

With a cheap cigarette dangling from my lips, I wandered aimlessly through the dilapidated alleys of Liyong City's Lower District like a street urchin.

That lazy, purple-skinned frog was squatting at my feet picking its nose; I couldn't count on it at all.

"Hey, did you hear? The Poison Smoke Team is having a show in the old factory area tonight! That white-haired lead singer's new Poison Pet is absolutely stunning!"

"Is that the band whose singing sounds like Katie Holmes howling? I heard they recently got a giant centipede king?"

"Tsk, who the hell actually goes to listen to the music! The point is, the free Dream Cigarettes are unlimited! Buying a ticket for unlimited use is way cheaper than buying them yourself! Rumor has it that those Dream Cigarettes are her specially blended Poison-type Pokémon..."

"Holy crap? Really? I have to go! Let's go, or the tickets will be gone!"

Free gift! Mengzi cigarettes! Concert! White-haired lead singer!
These words, like hooks, jolted my nerves, which had been worn down by work to the point of near collapse, back to life.

The dryness in my throat returned, and Lila's swaying image began to flicker in and out of my mind by the steel pipe, making me itch with longing...

Damn it! No way! I'm an Interpol agent, how can I think about those things!
But that thing... that dreamlike feeling... so... so let's try it one more time?
Just this once! This is all for investigation; we need to go deep behind enemy lines!

Yes, it's all for solving the case!

For the safety of the people, as a proud Interpol officer, I must risk my life!

I quickly stubbed out my cigarette, forced the most fawning smile I'd ever had, and, like a heavy smoker, moved closer to the two street thugs.

Damn, this feels even more disgusting than licking a dodo's shoes.

"Hey bro! I just heard you guys talking about the Poison Smoke team's place? And that... freebies?"

I lowered my voice, my eyes subtly flashing with the longing of someone who shared my views.

"Want to bring one of your buddies? I'll cover the tickets! You two, please!"

The two guys looked me up and down, and seeing the dark circles under my eyes from staying up all night, they probably thought I was a seasoned "fellow Daoist," and immediately beamed with joy.

One of the blond guys patted me on the shoulder.

"Hey! A kindred spirit, brother! Great! Let's go! I'll take you to find some ticket scalpers!"

What bullshit scalpers? It was just a secret ticket booth set up by the toxic smoke team themselves, hidden at the end of a stinking garbage alley, where a burly man with a scar on his face stood like an iron tower.

With these two regular customers as introductions, and the undisguised hunger in my eyes when I took out my money (half of it was fake, the other half... damn, I really wanted to punch him), the scarred, burly man didn't even lift his eyelids, took the money, and stuffed a cheap plastic ticket with an arrogant white-haired face printed on it into my hand.

Following the crowd, we entered an underground space converted from an abandoned factory. Good heavens! It was filled with smoke and fumes!
The air was filled with a mixture of cheap perfume, body odor, and a cloying, unsettling smell.

The lights were dim and flickering, and the deafening noise (can you call that music?) was so loud it gave me a headache.

The audience was packed with men and women dressed in strange costumes, their eyes glazed and excited, all looking like they were on drugs—oh no, they were just about to take a puff.

"Dude, get excited! Act like a fanatic! You have to pretend to be a toxic smoke team fanatic!"

The blond guy yelled in my ear, spitting all over my face.

"When the captain comes out, shout as loudly as possible! It's related to the quality of the freebies!"

What the heck is this? Do I have to be someone's brainless fan?

Fine, for the sake of the mission, for the sake of that cigarette... I'll endure it!
In the shadows at the edge of the stage, a giant centipede was coiled up, its scarlet compound eyes gleaming in the dim light, and its carapace shimmering with a dangerous purple light.

A round gas bomb hovered eerily above the position where the lead singer was about to appear, quietly exhaling a thin purple mist.

And... is that pile of dusty trash also a Pokémon?
What the hell are all these Unova Pokémon?!
After these guys appeared, the lights suddenly focused on the center of the stage.

A girl with messy white hair and wearing a loose T-shirt jumped out, grabbed a microphone, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Awooo—!!! DOGARS—Dogras!!!"

Damn! I almost died on the spot.

Even eight Tauros couldn't pull it back from its current strait!
To be honest, this raspy voice is even worse than the croaking of my raspy frog!
"Holy crap! What is this song even about?"

I couldn't hold back any longer and covered my ears to complain.

Another green-haired guy next to me quickly poked me.

"Shh! Dude, keep your voice down! Their band is called the Poison Smoke Band, and that white-haired guy on stage is the leader! Selling cigarettes is their main job, singing is a side job! Side job, understand? Don't expect too much! The important thing is the freebies, they'll be given out during the climax! See, even the smoke is produced by their Poison-type Pokémon!"

Using concerts as a cover to sell contraband? And even using Pokémon abilities to produce raw materials?
That move...that's fucking amazing!

They're even better at pulling off tricks than our Interpol connections!

The white-haired captain on the stage howled more and more enthusiastically. Behind her, the centipede king twisted its massive body to the rhythm of the noise, making a teeth-grinding sound of its shell rubbing together. The gas bomb began to spin rapidly, and the purple color on its body became more intense. The dust mountain also made a low gurgling sound, and the garbage on its body seemed to tremble slightly.

The audience's emotions were stirred to a fever pitch by the noise, the flashing lights, and the eerie oppressive atmosphere created by the three Poison-type Pokémon. "Eek—"

Just as an extremely piercing high note cracked, a large amount of pinkish-purple smoke suddenly burst out from both sides of the stage!
"coming!!"

The blond and green-haired men growled simultaneously, their eyes gleaming instantly.

Everyone in the audience, including the two people next to me, acted like well-trained soldiers, pulling out a small metal inhaler in unison and taking a deep drag on the smoke without hesitation!
The entire underground space fell into an eerie silence for a moment, followed by a chaotic dance of demons!
Some people laughed wildly, some cried bitterly, some danced wildly, and some collapsed on the ground convulsing, all with an extremely intoxicated, dreamlike expression that seemed detached from reality.

My heart was pounding, and that burning desire in my throat surged up again.

Investigation...yes, deep behind enemy lines, experiencing the products...

Damn it, just one bite, just to figure out what's going on!

With a determined effort, I shoved the inhaler into the billowing smoke and took a deep drag!

That cloying, saccharine sweetness instantly rushed to the top of my head, and the world instantly distorted and melted away.

The glaring stage lights turned into a soft, ambiguous pink, and the deafening music became a seductive whisper.

Then, she reappeared.

Lila!

It's clearer and more... alluring than last time.

She was no longer wearing the imposing uniform of a superior, but a light silk dress that swayed gently with her movements, outlining breathtakingly beautiful curves.

She walked slowly toward me, each step feeling like it was stepping on my taut nerves.

The faint scent of perfume mixed with her unique body fragrance created a fatal allure.

She was bathed in that pink halo, her eyes dreamy, her red lips slightly parted, beckoning me with her finger... (Ten thousand words of indescribable details omitted here)
"Grass……"

Reason screamed, but the body's instincts were like a lit powder keg.

No! Absolutely not! This thing is too weird!

"Bang! Bang!"

Without any hesitation, I almost reflexively pulled the trigger and fired mercilessly at Lila.

do you know?

When you're hesitant, try firing a shot; two guns will tell you the answer.

The illusion shattered like broken glass, and the stench and noise of reality instantly flooded back into their ears.

I opened my eyes abruptly, gasping for breath, my back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Wait, why does my body feel so heavy? And... it feels like there's something soft pressing down on me?
I instinctively looked down...

Damn it! That green-haired kid is firmly pinned down by me!

His face was contorted with extreme stench, his body convulsed, and he let out a beast-like roar.

"Hmph...hmph...hmph ahh ...

Holy crap!
What's even more outrageous is that my back is also very heavy!

I turned my head with difficulty...

Damn it! It's that lazy, purple-skinned brat, the Delinquent Frog!
I don't know when it climbed onto my back. Its short claws gripped my shoulders tightly, its purple cheeks puffed up and down, and it made an incomprehensible "gurgling" sound from its throat. The whole frog was hanging on my back, so heavy!
Grass! (of one plant) Grass!! (of another plant) Grass!! (of a grassland)
What the hell is this drawing?!

A tremendous chill and nausea instantly surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head!
What...what did I do?!

This is no dream at all!
Meng Ziyan is simply the root of all evil!
It probes your deepest desires, then twists them and uses them to control you!
The immense humiliation, sense of social death, and anger made my stomach churn, and I almost vomited right in Green Hair's face!
To hell with infiltrating behind enemy lines and trying again!

If I ever touch that thing again in my life, I'm a dog!

I scrambled and crawled off Green Hair, shoving the swarm of roguish frogs off my back as I did so, and rushed out of that chaotic hell without looking back.

The cold night wind outside brushed against my face, slightly dispelling my fear and embarrassment.

I leaned against the wall and dry-heaved a few times, wiped my face, and my eyes sharpened again.

Team Poison Smoke, the white-haired captain, uses Poison-type Pokémon to make smoke, and sells large quantities of Poison Smoke Smoke at concerts...

This is no longer a minor skirmish; we must take decisive action!

"Damn it, I can't stay here any longer."

I spat, pulled out the inhaler that almost killed me, and smashed it to pieces on the ground.

I need to find that bastard, Handsome Guy!

This intelligence is too important, and I can't handle this task by myself.

Although he's no saint either, at least he's high-ranking, so I'm not the first one to take the blame!
This shitty case needs to be dragged down with him!
I checked the direction and headed towards the "safe house" (which was actually an even more run-down internet cafe) that I had agreed to meet with the handsome guy.

(End of this chapter)