I, the first trainer of the new world

The Rockets have disbanded, which is normal.

In any case, as far as the public knows, Team Rocket has indeed been completely destroyed, and all the publicly known Team Rocket members are either in jail or have been exonerated for their special contributions.

Characters like Bob, Maslow, and Natsume are typical examples.

But these are all superficial. Everyone who knows Team Rocket knows that Team Rocket is not an organization that can be destroyed so easily. The reason why Team Rocket has not caused any trouble now is either that they are planning something big, or that Giovanni has shifted his target.

Yes, Sakaki.

Giovanni is Team Rocket, and Team Rocket without Giovanni is called the remnants.

Even Lance must admit that he can fight crime, but he can't fight Team Rocket with Giovanni.

This is the true value of the Rockets.

Sitting by the bright window, Giovanni looked at the computer screen, tapping the desktop lightly with one hand and gently rubbing the head of his cat, Persian. Persian enjoyed the head pat from his trainer and comfortably half-reclined on the chair.

The window was very bright, and the light shone on Giovanni's back, casting a shadow on his front... Theoretically, that should be the case, but the light from the computer screen also illuminated Giovanni's front, making his expressionless face very clear.

"Game storyline..."

It seemed like a long time had passed before Sakaki suddenly spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, and you couldn't tell any emotion from his tone; it was as if he was simply repeating those four words.

But in a daze, the corners of his mouth turned up: "That's really bold. It's one thing for the league to be included, but now they want to put the Rockets into the game too."

In the Pokémon world, there are many who are curious about the growth experiences of the three legendary battlers. Mashdoll follows a standard Dragonite leveling-up path, which is well-known, but Red and Blue only have a general outline of their leveling-up routes.

Especially regarding his experience with the Rockets, I can only give a rough outline.

Team Rocket admits that Crimson destroyed them, but nobody knows how Crimson destroyed them, and naturally nobody knows how... dark the Kanto League was back then.

Biological modification, genetic engineering, life cloning... Team Rocket has dabbled in almost everything you can think of that violates ethics, morality, and laws; stealing Pokémon is just the basics.

Their influence is so great that even high-ranking members of the alliance, the Elite Four members, and dojo masters have members among them.

By agreeing to Qianlin's request, it's equivalent to making this part of the information known only to a few people public.

Sakaki closed his eyes: "I don't care."

Yes, he doesn't care.

Just as Qinglu said, they never deny their failures. Being knocked down once or twice is nothing; they just get back up. Those who laugh at failure probably have never even seen victory.

Sakaki opened his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. He tapped the communicator beside him: "Send a copy to everyone listed here. Tell them that if they disagree, they should come talk to me."

"Yes."

A male voice came from the other end of the communicator; it must be the person temporarily replacing Makoto.

The communicator was turned off, and Giovanni leaned back in his chair. Persian happily moved closer, resting his head on Giovanni's lap, enjoying the head pat from his trainer, and closed his eyes comfortably.

The room was brightly lit, and Sakaki, with his back to the light, looked at the project on his computer: "Can you see this... Silver?"

……

At the Kanto Electric-type Gym, Lt. Surge, having just defeated a challenger, threw down his towel in annoyance: "Where did these guys learn all this nonsense? When did Grimer become so difficult to deal with?"

"thunder--"

Raichu, standing nearby, drank a mouthful of the antidote and sat down on the ground, utterly exhausted.

It's really had enough. It used to be able to take down its opponents with one punch each, but lately it's been fighting so hard that it's exhausted both physically and mentally. All it's been facing lately is Protect, Substitute, Protect, Substitute... It's about to throw up from all that fighting. Because of these stupid moves, it's even been forced to train its speed.

The very next day, a Tailwind Arrow Eagle appeared.

Can you believe it? An Electric-type Pokémon was chased and killed by a Flying-type. If it weren't for its battle experience, it would have almost been defeated by the type disadvantage.

When has Raichu ever suffered like this!

Even a passionate officer like Ma Xueshi was beaten so badly that he wanted Raichu to provoke him.

"If it weren't for the ban on open-field fighting, a bunch of little babies..." Ma Xueshi gritted his teeth.

Ding--

The phone rang.

Ma Zhishi, his face contorted with rage, picked up his phone, opened the message page, and was about to unleash a torrent of abuse when he saw the email. The next second, he swallowed back the words of his rant.

His eyes turned icy cold in an instant, and he seemed to have returned to his former self, like a cold-blooded soldier, silently staring at the messages on his phone.

A moment later, his eyes flickered.

"Tsk..." After reading the document, Ma Zhishi clicked his tongue in displeasure and turned to look behind him.

A challenger was leaving, clutching his Poké Ball with a look of resentment on his face. His Muk was injured and needed treatment... but not seriously. After all, it was just a Poison Poison, so it wouldn't be too serious.

“Ha.” Lancelot’s laughter turned sarcastic, not at the challenger, but at himself. “It’s just making it public. I don’t care about this kind of thing anymore, but she might not.”

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang again.

This time it wasn't a message, but a phone call.

The call came from an unknown number, but Mt. Surge answered it with a smile, picking up a towel he'd thrown on the floor: "That guy said if you have any complaints, talk to him."

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Ma Zhishi didn't mind, and just took the towel and plopped down on the sofa next to him: "Or you can go directly to your husband. I remember you're his third wife, right? You can whisper in his ear, and he'll definitely agree."

"Do you want to die?" The voice was icy, as if it came from the underworld.

"Ha, so angry?" Ma Xueshi laughed nonchalantly.

"I have absolutely no interest in going back to my old life."

The voice on the other end seemed devoid of emotion, so cold that even Ma Zhishi on the other end of the phone couldn't manage a laugh.

This woman...

He stopped smiling, his expression turning serious: "You want to kill him."

It was a question, but it has been confirmed.

“I can’t kill him, and I can’t change that person,” she said truthfully. “But Lt. Surge, are you willing to go back to the way things were? Like a rat in the street, hated and chased by everyone?”

“I’m just a dojo owner, I don’t mind.” Masde looked coldly at his phone. “But you’re different, you big star.”

Naza gritted her teeth, her eyes gleaming coldly: "Help me."

“We can’t beat them.” Lt. Surge refused outright. “Although we have lost Team Rocket’s intelligence network, I don’t believe you don’t know about something as big as Team Rainbow Rocket. Even without considering those three Dragon Gods, we can’t beat their Pokémon alone.”

"So I have no choice but to grit my teeth and accept it? No choice but to grit my teeth and... go back to the way things were before!" Sabrina's eyes were bloodshot, and terrifying superpowers swept outwards. "I'll say it again! I have no interest in going back to the way things were before!"

A murderous intent surged forth.

Maszem was silent. He stared at his phone for a long time, then... grinned: "Go whisper sweet nothings in my ear..."

boom!

My phone exploded.

"Tsk." Lt. Surge tossed aside the wreckage of his phone, chuckled, stood up, and shouted, "Kids! Starting today, Vermilion Gym challenges are suspended!"

The apprentices in the dojo were all taken aback and subconsciously looked at Ma Zhishi.

But Mascherano didn't offer any explanation. He just grinned and walked out of the dojo without taking anything with him.

Exhausted, Raichu sighed deeply, resignedly got up from the ground, and followed the trainer.

In any case, it's a good thing to stay away from those trainers who have gained superhuman intelligence.