Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Grassroots action team members, middle-level cadres, senior cadres, researchers, intelligence officers, logistics support personnel...

Each name was followed by a string of numbers, and the number in the summary column made his eyelids twitch.

The key point is that this still needs to be approved.

After all, they're in a dangerous business.

If even the wages for risking one's life cannot be paid on time, even the most solid organization will instantly fall apart.

Next came the "Application for Maintenance, Energy, and Security Upgrade Costs for Major Bases This Quarter," the "Request for Additional Funding for the Third Phase of the Special Equipment R&D Department," and the "List of Mission Losses and Supplements for the Operations Department Last Month"...

One serving, another, and yet another.

Every single one represents a significant outflow of real money.

The atmosphere in the office grew increasingly tense as Sakaki flipped through the pages.

money!

My money!

All of this money was earned through my painstaking efforts and at great risk!

Is there really not a single application that can be rejected?!

The secretary held her breath.

He could feel the invisible pressure emanating from the BOSS, who must be weighing some earth-shattering decision!

"Ok?"

Upon seeing the next report, Sakaki's hand suddenly paused.

The font sizes were inconsistent, the layout was chaotic, and there were even dirty paw prints as decorations.

The content was incoherent and rambling, but the core idea was clear: money.

He frowned.

Whose subordinate is this?

The writing style is so unprofessional!

"BOSS".

Noticing Giovanni's confusion, the Rocket Team elite, who was also his senior secretary, quickly spoke up.

"This is the report from the three-person team you personally selected: Musashi, Kojiro, and Nyanko."

Sakaki: "..."

The Rockets have a tight structure and usually operate on a single-line communication system to prevent a large number of people from being implicated if someone makes a mistake.

Special operations teams like this, which he directly knows and manages, are extremely rare.

The reason they were grouped together in the first place was because of their individual characteristics.

Musashi is quite capable and has strong action-oriented skills.

Kojiro comes from a prestigious family, is knowledgeable, and is skilled in mechanics.

Meowth is a unique Pokémon that can speak human language and has exceptional intelligence.

Taken individually, aren't they all excellent and promising talents?

But how come these three people, when they get together, create such a peculiar situation? The things they do and the reports they write always manage to push the limits of his imagination.

He remembered that the three of them had written a story about a Pokémon that could command a group of Pokémon and beat Arbok and Weezing.

After writing down the words "Not Approved," Sakaki tossed the awful report aside.

He then rubbed his temples and picked up the next serving.

"The Departure of the 37th Expedition of the St. Anne and Expected Revenue Calculation".

Sakaki paused almost imperceptibly.

He opened the document, which wasn't the thickest, and his gaze quickly swept over the key paragraphs.

"...All cargo has been accommodated in the reserved cabins...The VIP passenger list has been finalized, including 27 high-net-worth individuals from the Kanto region...The estimated revenue for this voyage is...Revenue from premium services and special experiences is projected to reach...The overall gross profit is expected to exceed that of the previous voyage by 15%..."

The furrowed brows that had been slightly furrowed finally began to relax at this moment.

"good."

He responded in a low voice.

He put the report down and tapped his knuckles lightly on the smooth tabletop.

After a pause, Sakaki's tone unusually carried a hint of appreciation.

"Over there in Kuroki... their logistics business is expanding quite well; it's a private operation."

Several years ago, it was Kuroki's suggestion that allowed him to withstand internal doubts about being "too flashy" and "too high-profile."

Through a complex web of offshore companies and front men, they secretly acquired control of this most prestigious luxury cruise ship in the Kanto region.

After all, how much money do poor people have?

The Rockets only target the rich!

A regular boat ticket is already incredibly expensive, but that's just the entry ticket.

The real profits are hidden in the layers of "premium services" and "unique experiences".

The Rockets have mastered the business world's "hunger marketing" and "tiered privileges" tactics, making each launch a meticulously planned harvest of wealth.

Now, the huge initial costs of this giant ship are about to be fully covered.

It began to generate substantial profits for the organization.

Looking at the satisfactory forecast in the report, Sakaki picked up the long-cold black coffee on the table and took a sip.

The bitter taste slid down my throat, but this time, it seemed to leave a slightly sweet aftertaste.

"Over in Kuye City."

Sakaki changed the subject, his eyes regaining their usual deep gaze.

"How's the recruitment of Ma Xueshi going? Any news?"

The trusted subordinate standing to the side bowed slightly and replied cautiously.

"We haven't received any clear news from the Leafy Gym yet."

"No?"

Sakaki's face remained expressionless, but his fingers stopped tapping.

The silence lasted for a few seconds.

“Never mind,” Sakaki said calmly, turning his gaze back to the pile of documents on the table. “Just a museum owner.”

He picked up his coffee cup and drank the last bit of the cold liquid, as if swallowing down the concern he had felt just moments before.

"The focus now is on the St. Anne."

He put down his cup, his voice steady and unquestionable.

"We're about to set sail. Tell Kuroki, and tell everyone else involved—"

He raised his eyes, his gaze landing squarely on his secretary.

I want it to go smoothly and without any mishaps.

64. People are better than others!

Two days later.

The three reunited at the Pokémon Center.

"Speaking of Xiaoxia..."

Xiao Zhi slung his backpack over his shoulder and thoughtfully looked at Xiao Xia, who was fiddling with the backpack straps.

"...Why have you been acting so mysteriously these past few days?"

"No, no!"

Xiaoxia instinctively covered her waist.

His gaze was unfocused.

"Now that you mention it, it's true."

Teacher Gang stroked his chin.

"These past two days, they've not only disappeared after meals, but they don't even rush into the kitchen anymore."

Something is wrong!

Something's definitely not right! It's a perfect 10 out of 10, or even 9 out of 10!

"I...I just..."

"...He just went for special training! Yes, special training!"

These words were spoken.

Not only Brock and Ash, but even Pikachu's eyes changed subtly.

Special training?

you?

This isn't how you lie, is it?

Xiaoxia felt her scalp tingle under the gazes of those three people and secretly thought to herself that something was wrong.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the backpack straps.

Special training is of course impossible.

She has always advocated for a fun and engaging approach to Pokémon education.

In fact, she unexpectedly caught a Pokémon that had fled from the sea while strolling along the beach these past two days.