Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Exquisite, sturdy, and unshakeable.

At this moment, the cage was trembling violently in Sakaki's palm, emitting a sharp buzzing sound.

The red button on the surface of the sphere kept flashing, making it look like a mischievous bomb about to explode.

Sakaki looked puzzled as he carefully examined the Poké Ball.

What's wrong with me today?

Since the meeting started, the Poké Ball has been vibrating intermittently several times.

Although Mewtwo tries to break free of its restraints every day and does this every time, why is this time so intense?

As the vibration intensifies, the temperature of the sphere rises sharply.

Feeling the burning sensation, Sakaki finally frowned.

He was about to press the button to force a recall, but the moment his fingertip touched it—click!

A crack appeared on the surface of the Poké Ball.

"?!"

Then came the second and third rounds.

Cracks spread in all directions like a spider web, and the red light of the sphere shone through each crack, illuminating Sakagi's palms bright red.

boom--! ! !

205,14000605 possibilities!

A muffled thud.

As expected, Mewtwo's Poké Ball exploded in Giovanni's palm.

Its black shell, dark gold patterns, and intricate lines projected directly in all directions.

The conference room was completely silent, the stark white light illuminating every stiff face.

Even when hit by shards, everyone kept their eyes glued to Sakaki's outstretched palm.

No one dared to speak; even their breathing stopped. Almost everyone had the same thought flashing through their minds at the same time.

Mewtwo.

Their biggest asset, their most expensive ace, and their most irreplaceable ultimate weapon in recent years—

They've run away!

Yes, almost everyone, except for one senior official with an unconventional way of thinking.

His eyes widened, his pupils trembled violently, and shock overflowed from his eyes without any attempt to conceal it.

WC!

Boss, are you really going this far?! You've blown it up!

I can only say he truly lives up to his title as the boss!

Sakaki did not move.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the twisted metal fragments in his palm.

The wreckage was still hot, with a lingering warmth at the edges.

His fingers curled slightly, unconsciously contracting as if trying to grasp something, but only grasping at nothingness.

Ignoring his injured hand, Sakaki slowly raised his eyes.

There was no rage in those eyes, nor any loss of composure.

But those who know him well know this.

When this dark emperor is truly enraged, he is at his quietest!

At this moment, his eyes held only a bottomless, chilling gloom!

Looking around the conference room, everyone involuntarily lowered their eyes, completely unable to meet his gaze.

"Snapped!"

He flipped the shards from his palm onto the table.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

"Investigate for me."

Sakaki's voice was not loud, and could even be described as calm, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I need to know what happened within three minutes."

"Yes!" ×N-1, "Yes?"

The voice just fell.

The group of cadres stood up almost as if they had been ejected from their seats.

The chairs were knocked over and scattered all over the floor, and no one dared to pick them up.

They rushed toward the door to investigate this momentous event that would shake the Rockets.

"Is the boss trying to get consumer rights protection?"

Once outside, in the corridor, the cadre, still confused about the situation, slowed his pace, tilted his head, and asked in a low voice.

He reached up and touched his chin, looking deep in thought.

"Should we report this to the league, or what should we say?"

"By the way, which company makes the boss's toys? I've never seen them before."

The other cadres: "..."

The people walking in front stopped at the same time and turned to look at him.

No, are you out of your mind...?

Wait, this face.

This is the person who recruited that legendary three-person team!

The cadres exchanged glances, tacitly swallowing the curses that were about to spill from their mouths, and turned their heads back expressionlessly.

That's not surprising, um, that's not surprising.

......

The footsteps hurried away down the corridor, and the meeting room finally fell silent.

Only Sakaki remained.

He remained standing at the head of the long table, his hand still resting on the pile of wreckage.

Beneath my fingertips lay cooled metal shards, their edges digging into the wound in my palm, sending a faint sting through me.

He neither let go nor moved away.

The stark white light cast his long shadow, which loomed obliquely against the gray-white wall behind him, where he remained motionless.

He took a deep breath.

His chest rose slowly, his ribs stretched the fabric of his dark suit, and then slowly sank back down, as if trying to push all the churning irritability and anger in his chest into the depths of his lungs, to a place where it could never rise again.

His shoulders slumped slightly, his jawline tightened for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.

It's just a man-made Pokémon.

he thinks.

The thought swirled in my mind, like a hand slowly pressing down on the churning water.

If they've caught someone once, they can catch them a second time.

Moreover, the Rockets have grown from a team that started in the Kanto region to become a behemoth that spans various regions today. What storms haven't they weathered?

Every single time, I've gritted my teeth and gotten through it.

No matter how strong Mewtwo is, it is still just a product of a gene sequence.

It has power, consciousness, and that ridiculous obsession with proving its existence—but ultimately it was born from Team Rocket's test tube and grew in Team Rocket's petri dish.

If they can create it, they must have a way to limit it, take it back, or destroy it. Their Team Rocket technology is no joke!

As my thoughts swirled to this point, the tightness in my chest seemed to ease a little.

His other hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.

Giovanni, as the boss of Team Rocket, you must stay calm.

You must stay calm...!

Stay calm...!

........

Changqing City, Changqing Dojo.

Or rather... the former Evergreen Dojo, after all, now only ruins remain.

No, it's not even ruins.

Ruins should at least have broken walls, shattered bricks and tiles...

Looking around here, there are no standing walls or intact pillars, and you can't even find a slightly larger piece of gravel on the ground.

It's like an invisible giant hand holding an invisible spoon, swiftly and decisively scooping a large spoonful from the ice cream.

The once shabby dojo building has now vanished without a trace, leaving only a perfectly hemispherical depression.

The concave bottom was extremely smooth, and apart from the three people and the rat still there... there was practically nothing left.

"Cough, cough—!"

In the center of the depression, Xiao Zhi coughed violently.

He was bent over, his hands resting on his knees, and each cough affected all the muscles in his body.