I am the boss of Sakaki

The pleasant trip to the Alliance Headquarters is coming to an end.

Although it cost some price, are Sakaki's things so easy to get?

Whatever you eat, you will have to vomit out ten times as much later.

Another reason why he came to the Alliance headquarters alone was to tell Dama Lanqi.

He is no longer the same person he used to be.

The private helicopter took off moments later.

Then I heard the captain's strange voice, "Boss, there's a special investigator in a fire-breathing dragon up ahead who said he knows you."

Sakaki glanced at it and said, "Open the hatch and let him in."

A gust of wind blew in.

A slender figure wearing a cloak appeared in front of Sakaki.

And the person who came was, of course, Qingmao.

But he said nothing and just stared at Sakaki.

"Please sit down. It's not polite to talk while standing." Sakaki waved his hand.

Qing Mao slowly sat down opposite Sakaki, still without saying a word.

"What? You don't recognize me? You look like you're planning to eat me? Or do you still like the young boy from Pallet Town?" Sakaki shook his head, feeling a little emotional.

"Remember, you and Chi Zhi both shouted that you wanted to defeat me."

Sakaki knocked on the chair, "You arranged Chizhi's position for him, right? Do you think this is good for him?"

"At least, he doesn't have to be exposed to things he doesn't want to accept." Qing Mao finally spoke.

"But don't you realize that he is not happy? Even if you transferred Hanako to his side." Sakaki shook his head, disagreeing.

“He’s a genius, just like you and Kona.

But you are rising like a new star, while he is buried in the crowd.

Can he really accept it?

You have to know that a huge sense of disappointment can destroy a person, and when it accumulates to a certain point, it will completely explode. "

Sakaki finally asked him, "Do you really understand him? Do you think being good to him really mean being good to him? Have you asked him?"

Qing Mao's eyes flickered and his face turned pale.

He didn't dare to think any further!

He shook his head and asked Sakaki with all his strength, "Don't you have anything you want to tell me?"

He stared at Sakaki's face, trying to see something.

He was just destined to be disappointed.

Sakaki's face didn't change at all. He just stretched out his hand and said, "Tell me what you have found out."

When Qing Mao saw Sakaki like this, his heart sank. He gritted his teeth and took out what he had investigated from his arms.

It fell straight onto the table in front of Sakaki.

Some of them even fell to the ground.

"Being dominated by anger is not something that happens to a strong person." Sakaki didn't care. With a wave of his hand, the papers on the ground flew in front of him one by one.

He took a quick look and said, "Well, not bad, I did a lot of research."

Then he placed the document on the table and pressed the coffee cup on it, staining the paper with coffee stains.

Qing Mao's brows twitched.

"Since you have investigated everything, you still dare to come to me. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you? Or do you think you have the ability to escape from me?" Sakaki narrowed his eyes, and the terrifying murderous intent went straight towards Qingmao.

Sakaki's words were like cold steel needles, piercing through Qingmao's forced questioning.

"Ugh!" Qing Mao groaned, and his body uncontrollably slammed back against the cabin wall, making a dull sound.

Beads of cold sweat instantly oozed out from his forehead and temples, rolling down his pale cheeks.

He felt as if the air around him had solidified into an iron plate. Every breath became extremely difficult and his lungs were burning with pain.

The invisible pressure not only acted on his body, but also like a giant hand grasping his heart, making his thinking sluggish.

The entire helicopter was shaking violently under the terrifying pressure emanating from Sakaki Issei. The lights in the cabin flickered, and the dashboard emitted piercing alarms and crackling sparks. Only the captain's hand tightly gripping the joystick showed the extraordinary psychological quality of the Rocket Team members.

Qing Mao gritted his teeth so hard that his gums were almost bleeding. He used all his strength to barely raise his head. His eyes, which were once as sharp as an eagle, were now bloodshot. He stared in disbelief at the man in front of him who was both familiar and extremely strange.

His voice was shaking and hoarse uncontrollably due to the tremendous pressure and the impact on his heart:

"Why?!" He almost screamed, and every word sounded like tears in his eyes. "Tell me, Sakaki! Why?! Smuggling Pokémon, selling Pokémon, hiring murderers...even the black market that has devoured the lives of countless trainers and Pokémon...behind those dirty, bloody transactions...there is your shadow!

Tell me, why did you do this?! Why did you betray everything we believed in?! Why did you trample on the laws of the Alliance?! Why did it have to... become like this?! "

At the end, Qing Mao's voice choked, and the tears that he had been trying to hold back could no longer be suppressed. They flickered wildly in his eye sockets, reflecting the chaotic light and shadows in the cabin. In those tears, there was anger, confusion, the pain of being deceived, and even a kind of despair of collapsed faith.

Yes, he has always admired Sakaki the most.

Faced with Qingmao's almost collapsed questioning and flashing tears, Sakaki's expression did not change at all.

The corners of his mouth didn't even twitch, but in his deep eyes there was only indifference, so indifferent that it was scary.

"Heh..." A low and slightly hoarse laugh escaped from Sakaki's throat, breaking the suffocating solemnity in the cabin, but it made Qingmao feel even more chilled than the murderous intent just now. "Naive. Qingmao, you are too naive."

He leaned forward slightly, and the strong sense of oppression did not weaken, but instead added a feeling of knowing everything.

"Don't think the alliance is too beautiful." Sakaki's voice was not loud, but every word was like an ice cone, "Haven't you seen the darkness of the alliance with your own eyes?

When you were investigating me and those dark things, didn't you touch the dark corners of the alliance? The dirty deeds behind the high-sounding things? "

Sakaki paused, watching Qingmao's pupils suddenly shrink, and continued:

"Do you think the Alliance is really clean? Is it really as glorious as it claims? As for what I did..."

He tapped the coffee-stained investigation report gently. "Do you think the top brass of the alliance, those old guys sitting on the top of the alliance headquarters and branch buildings, really don't know?"

"They are afraid of my power, that's true. But is it just because of fear?" Sakaki's mouth curled up with a cold arc, "They can accept, or rather, tolerate my existence, and even reach a subtle tacit understanding on some levels. In the final analysis, it is because it is profitable."

"You are still too young." Sakaki's tone was full of the confidence of a person who had experienced it, and even a hint of subtle regret.

“The world is far more complicated than it seems. There are some things that everyone tacitly agrees to do under the table.

Lift up the tabletop, and underneath you'll see a tangled web of roots, flowing with gold and dirty blood. This is the truth."

He picked up the document that was soaked in coffee and symbolized Qing Mao's hard work and anger. He picked up a page at random, which clearly recorded the information of a certain smuggling route.

"Let's not talk about anything else, just the smuggling of elves..." Sakaki's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through the paper and saw the huge monster behind it, "Do you think it's just my Team Rocket that's running this?

The chain of interests involved behind this is enough to make more than half of the alliance's top leaders uneasy, but they can't stop.

Without their acquiescence, cover-up, or even direct participation, how could this underground river flow so smoothly and nourish so many "fish and shrimps"? "

Sakaki threw the paper back on the table, allowing the coffee stain to continue to spread, just like the indelible stain of the alliance revealed in his words.

"Anger and questioning cannot change the rules, Qingmao." Sakaki's voice returned to its original calmness, but with a suffocating heaviness. "Rules are always written by power and the use of power. Whether it is the bright rules on the table or the tacit rules under the table."

Inside the cabin, the only sounds were the roar of the helicopter engine, the chaotic noise of the electronic equipment, and Qing Mao's heavy and suppressed breathing.

He felt that all his persistence and beliefs were silently shattering and collapsing in this shaking cabin, along with those contaminated investigation reports.

"Since you are here, come with me."