I am the boss of Sakaki

The helicopter changed direction and headed to Vermilion City first.

The helicopter did not land at the bustling port of Vermilion City, but hovered over a huge, foul-smelling depression on the edge of the city.

This is a forgotten corner, the slums of Vermilion City - "Rustwater Alley".

This is something that cannot be changed even if Ma Zhishi becomes the gym leader.

After all, the Alliance’s Elf Coins are the Alliance’s Elf Coins. Ma Zhishi can’t use them, and no one will let him use them.

Team Rocket's Pokemon Coins are not used to do good things.

The hatch slowly opened, and a strong stench mixed with low-quality fuel and excrement hit Qing Mao in the face, making his stomach churn.

He suppressed his discomfort and followed Sakaki down the gangway and onto the muddy, sticky land.

The scene before him made Qing Mao feel like he was struck by lightning.

The low, crooked shacks are crowded together, and the walls are made of rusty iron sheets, rotten wooden boards and discarded plastic sheets.

Sewage flowed freely on the narrow "streets", gathering into black puddles that emitted a foul odor. Ragged, pale-faced and skinny people huddled in the shadows of shacks, their eyes empty and numb, like zombies waiting to decay.

Several children gathered around an iron bucket that was emitting faint heat, scrambling for the turbid soup with unknown impurities floating in it - that might be the only hot food they had that day.

In a corner, a skinny old man lay motionless, and several little Rattatas were gnawing at something wantonly beside him.

No one came forward to check, and the people around seemed to have already gotten used to it.

Death is a silent visitor here.

As Qing Mao is an outstanding next generation, Dama Lanqi will not let him get involved in any mission related to the slums, let alone let him come over.

He was a grown-up young master, and even when he was traveling as a trainer, he would automatically avoid it when he smelled such a smell.

So, it’s normal that he doesn’t know.

"See that corner?" Sakaki's voice rang in Qingmao's ears, cold and without a trace of emotion, "Last month, a flu took away seventeen elderly people and three children.

The Alliance medical team? Oh, they came once symbolically and dropped off a few packets of expired cold medicine. The lives of the people here are cheaper than the grass in the wild. The grass on the ground is much more expensive than them. "

They continued deeper.

In a slightly more "spacious" open space, several men in cheap but relatively clean clothes were punching and kicking a meow that was chained to a wooden stake and had a piece of its head missing.

A man next to him, dressed in fancy clothes and smoking a cheap cigarette, was smiling smugly and counting a few banknotes in his hand.

Meow Meow screamed in pain, but was powerless to resist.

"That's 'recreation'." Sakaki explained, "For a few coins, you can experience the fun of being a 'trainer' and vent the resentment accumulated from being a laborer at the dock.

As for the life and death of the elves?

Who cares? The laws of the League protect the Pokémon of registered trainers. The Pokémon here? They are just consumables."

Qing Mao clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

After he and Sakaki turned around.

The only ones left there were Meow Meow, staring blankly at the broken chains on his body, and a pool of blood and a blood-stained cigarette.

Qing Mao also saw a mother holding her starving child, kneeling in front of a shack, begging for something, but the people inside just closed the broken door roughly.

He saw a young man with fierce eyes, staring at Sakaki and the clothes on him that were obviously very valuable. His eyes were full of despair and... madness.

He saw too many scenes that would never appear in the alliance brochures.

How could this be a civilized city? This was clearly hell under the glory of the Alliance!

……

The helicopter took off again, and this time its destination was the core of the alliance - Rainbow City.

But it did not fly towards the magnificent Alliance branch building, but landed on a private sky garden helipad at the top of the city, suspended above the clouds.

This is the private residence of a senior member of the Alliance.

It forms a heaven-and-hell contrast with the filth and despair of Rustwater Alley.

The air is fresh and carries the fragrance of precious flowers. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the prosperity of the entire Rainbow City.

Well-dressed and elegantly-mannered waiters shuttled back and forth carrying silver trays. On the trays were delicacies that Qing Mao couldn't name, and in the crystal clear wine glasses were amber wine.

Sakaki seemed to be familiar with the host, and with Qingmao, who was as silent as a shadow, he easily blended into this banquet full of elegant ladies.

No one cares about Qingmao's identity, or rather, in this circle, Sakaki's existence itself is a privilege that needs no explanation.

Qing Mao saw the congressman who had passionately called for "harmonious coexistence between elves and humans" on TV, now hugging a charming dancer and drunkenly feeding her a piece of top-quality food worth enough to feed dozens of families in Rustwater Lane for a month.

He heard several ladies nearby, who were dressed in gorgeous clothes and covered in jewels, chatting.

"Oh, that good-for-nothing boy of mine insists on having a Charmander as his starting Pokémon. It really worries me to death." A lady complained, but her tone was full of doting.

"What's so difficult about this?" another said nonchalantly, "Just find Old John, he has a lot of connections. Last week my daughter had her birthday and she wanted a Squirtle, and Old John delivered it the next day, and it was a very docile one."

"That's right, what's the point of those ordinary Pokémons distributed by the Alliance? My son's starting Pokémon is Bulbasaur, which his grandfather got directly from the research institute."

Their cheerful conversations were like red-hot knives, stabbing fiercely into Qing Mao's heart.

He remembered the longing eyes of the children in Rustwater Alley when they looked at the discarded worn-out Poké Balls, and remembered the abused Meowth... Children from ordinary families may need to save money or even take risks for a Poké Ball, for the most ordinary Pokémon.

And here, the three great families? They are just toys that can be easily obtained at the birthday parties of the children of the rich and powerful!

The alliance’s so-called fair selection and resource allocation seem so ridiculous and hypocritical in the face of these frivolous conversations!

"Did you see it?" Sakaki's voice sounded again, lingering in Qingmao's ears.

"This is the foundation of the alliance you swore to defend. Do you think your position as a special investigator is just because of your strength and achievements?

Qing Mao, think about your last name, think about your father's name. Do you think you and those maggots struggling to survive in Rustwater Alley really live in the same world?"

Sakaki stared coldly into Qingmao's distraught eyes, and every word he said was like a heavy hammer hitting his shaky nerves:

“You were born in the clouds, so you think the mud under your feet is dirty.

But have you ever thought about this, if you were not 'Qingmao', if you were born in Rustwater Lane, what right do you have to stand here and question me?

With your ridiculous sense of justice?

I'm afraid you would have starved to death in some stinky ditch, or become a punching bag for others like that cat!

Your faith? It's just a fig leaf for the privileged class to whitewash themselves!"

Boom!

The last string in Qing Mao's mind, called "faith", was completely broken.

Sakaki's words were more devastating than any of the coercion and revelations that had come before on the helicopter.

It completely tore apart Qingmao's long-held self-perception and sense of moral superiority.

It turns out that his so-called upholding of justice and pursuit of darkness were all based on his innate privileges!

He had never truly understood the despair of the lower-class people. In front of those who had trouble surviving, his anger seemed so pale and powerless, even... hypocritical!

He suddenly bent over and began to retch violently, as if he wanted to vomit out his soul.

The magnificent banquet scene, the ugly faces of the congressmen, the frivolous laughter of the ladies, and the sewage in Rustwater Lane, numb eyes, starving old people, and abused cats were all wildly intertwined, overlapped, and rotated!

The alliance's glorious image collapsed, revealing a hideous skeleton of greed, privilege, indifference and corruption underneath.