This elf world is a bit strange

Without the strongest Nancy, everyone's eyes were fixed on Firion with a mixture of anger and expectation, waiting for the words of this young man who led the way in annihilating the thugs.

"..."

Looking at the enthusiastic people and wounded who were gradually gathering together, Filio swallowed silently. He knew how people felt at the moment, and he himself felt the same way, but he also knew that simple anger and venting could not solve the problem.

He put his hands in front of him and made eye contact with the burly boss standing in the front. After a silent exchange, he spoke loudly: "I know how you feel, but we can't take these people's lives right now. Because we need to know who they are and where they come from, and we also need to know which fool planned such an attack!"

"Planning?!" The crepe boss exclaimed at the right time, looked at Firion in disbelief, and asked in a slightly exaggerated voice, "Is there someone behind them?!"

Firio walked up to his boss, patted his muscular arms, and continued, "Although I'm not completely sure, judging by their number, division of labor, and coordination, this must not be a simple incident. We must investigate it thoroughly so that we can catch the mastermind behind the scenes and avenge ourselves. As for them... my superpowers will squeeze out the last bit of their value, and then send them to meet those accomplices who were lucky enough to leave first."

As he spoke, he gently raised his right hand, the crystal blue super power was condensed in the palm of his hand, his calm eyes swept over everyone, wherever he passed, even the excited people gradually calmed down and lowered their heads slightly.

"I understand, little brother. Let's do as you say!" The crepe boss nodded vigorously in understanding and raised his arm, "Now those who still have the strength to follow me, go and rescue the wounded!"

The boss, whose strength was not so unexpected and who had a generous face, attracted a lot of responses. The "onlookers" who had gradually calmed down immediately followed him and walked towards the shrine where the fire was gradually dying out.

Along the way, injured citizens were helped to a slightly cleaner rest area one after another. Suppressed cries of pain and crying continued. Thick smoke floated in the air and was then carried down by the rain. The smell of blood, dust and burnt food mixed together, making people feel nauseous.

Firio was alone, guarded by Emperor Nabo and Heart Scale, standing beside the dead or injured attackers, with a grim look in his eyes, waiting for the police reinforcements that were about to arrive.

Nancy's figure has appeared at the end of her sight, and the person next to her also looks familiar.

It is a configuration that makes people feel at ease.

-----------------

"Ugh!—"

Sharp screams rang out from the interrogation room of the Alliance branch, and even the heavy iron door could not completely block them out.

Outside the door of the interrogation room, Filio, holding a lunch box, didn't care at all. He ate with relish, even eating a little more than usual.

"Filio, you have a really good mental state. Even after such a big incident, you can still eat while listening to this..."

Ma Xiu sat beside him a little nervously. She always had a good appetite, but this time she couldn't eat any more after just a little.

"If you were like me and Nancy, and cooperated with Alakazam to use super powers to search the brains of ten people in a row, you would definitely eat more than me. No, even if you did nothing, you would definitely eat more than me." After wolfing down the second lunch and putting the empty box down, Firion picked up the third box and replied with a smile, "Besides, it's especially at times like this that you need to eat well to keep your strength. If you only eat this little, how can you have the energy to do anything later?"

"Well... you're right." Ma Xiu touched her flat belly anxiously and nodded hesitantly, "Then I'll eat a little more... Today is really thanks to you and Nazi. If you weren't there... I really can't imagine how big a disaster would have happened."

"It's just my job. No matter who it is, seeing this group of crazy guys, as long as they have the ability, they will not stand idly by." Firio took big mouthfuls of the food in the lunch box, frowning slightly, "It's a pity that we didn't find many clues. These Flare Team are really haunting... Forget it, let's not talk about this. I'll go in to replace Nancy. Please help me keep an eye on her and let her eat more. I didn't eat much in the morning. I was planning to have a big meal at noon, but now it's ruined. The food in the Aromatherapy Branch really needs to be improved. It's really disgusting!"

As he spoke, he opened the large iron door of the interrogation room and gently closed it.

After a while, the screams coming from inside became more miserable and prolonged.

......

......

Firio and Naz's interrogation ended quickly, within an hour or two, the dozen people who were still breathing when they were arrested were left with only unconscious twitching, breathing out but not breathing in.

The simple and crude superpower strangulation completely destroyed their spiritual world and plundered all their memories.

As expected, they are the destruction team under Team Flare, but they are not the core elite force. Instead, they are former members who recently returned to Team Flare after receiving the news that [Fladali was rescued from prison].

Although this team, which was obviously cannon fodder, was quite powerful, they did not have any useful information. Apart from their respective missions, they only knew one mission code: Burning Earth.

And the slogan from the top of the organization: To bring a boiling boil to this decadent and old-fashioned continent that only knows how to wait for destruction in pleasure.

......

......

This is not the end. While the two were busy interrogating the prisoners, bad news came back from the alliance headquarters one after another.

Just this morning and noon, when the Aromatherapy Branch and the Aromatherapy Gym Alliance reported the attacks, attacks similar to those in Aromatherapy City were occurring everywhere in the Carlos Alliance, from several major towns to a considerable number of small and medium-sized towns.

The Carlos Power Plant, the Balfam Incense Temple, the Ancient Incense Town Fossil Research Institute...all places suffered damage from the Flash Team to varying degrees.

The identities of high-level undercover agents hidden within the alliance were exposed one after another, and the combination of internal and external forces caused huge losses, making the gym masters and alliance branches in various places overwhelmed.

Countless members of the Flash Team dressed in various costumes appeared like locusts from nowhere. Although the scale was far less than that of the year, it also greatly exceeded the alliance's expectations. Even the Miare TV station in the center of Miare was briefly occupied.

Although the Flare Team that occupied the TV station was quickly annihilated by the Miare Gym Leader Citron, in just half an hour they had announced through various media the news that Vladali had returned to the Flare Team and raised the flag again in his name.

The entire Kalos region experienced an unprecedented public opinion earthquake.

Unintentionally or not, the entire alliance was in a state of panic and became like ants on the hot pan.

The powerful but clumsy behemoth is in Ming, unrivaled but rigid and slow.

The cunning venomous snake is in the dark, weak but vicious.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, countless Flare Teams actively or passively practiced their crazy "ideals" in a nearly suicidal manner.

For a time, smoke of war spread everywhere, and the Carlos Alliance was caught off guard.

-----------------

At o'clock, aromatherapy branch, meeting room.

Attacks of all sizes are still taking place throughout Aromatherapy City. Although the scale of the attacks cannot be compared with the large-scale attacks outside the Ancient Wood Shrine, the police force of the Alliance branch and the gym trainers of Aromatherapy Gym are busy dealing with them.

The crazy guys from the Flash Team who shot and ran were like slippery loaches. Even with the experienced Miss Junsha leading the team, it was not possible to stop and defeat them every time.

The prosperous historical city fell into unprecedented chaos and everyone was in danger.

There were only four people left in the huge room. Besides Firio and Naz, there were Maxiu and the local alliance branch chief Arik, an old man with gray hair who was about to retire.

The years have mercilessly taken away his physical strength, thinking and will. Faced with the sudden attack, this old man who has worked in the Carlos League all his life was at a loss. He could only pin his hopes on Junsha, who was out to maintain order, and Maxiu, who was in a tense discussion in front of him.

"Department stores, Pokémon clubs, Furuki Shrine...these are all landmark buildings in the city, which shows that Team Flare must be destroying while diverting attention, giving the alliance strength but not knowing where to use it... ...cough cough cough!"

Pointing at the red circles on the city map, Firio analyzed calmly, but before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his chest, which blocked the rest of his words. He coughed continuously and felt a little better after drinking a large glass of warm water handed to him by Nancy.

"I'm going to catch those hiding mice."

Seeing that Firion's chest injury was not serious but affected his body to a certain extent, Nancy's face turned cold. She stood up and was about to go out to fight the Flare Team to the death.

"Wait a minute, Nancy. This is not a good idea." Firio, who had recovered his breath, gently pulled her back, pointed at the map, and said in a deep voice, "Based on my understanding of Team Flare, they are an expert at obtaining intelligence and information. Since we have already eliminated the strongest group among them, the remaining ones will definitely take us into consideration."

Nazi frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that they will try to lure us out and attack us in various parts of the city to create opportunities for their subsequent plans."

Firio's voice was full of confidence as he punched the Aromatherapy Gym.

"You mean... the ancient tree?!" Ma Xiu was horrified and stood up in an instant, "That's the symbol of Aromatherapy City! How dare they...!"

Firio's eyes were like water, and he asked calmly, "They even dared to set fire to the Ancient Wood Shrine. After the rain stops, why don't they dare to try the empty Aromatherapy Gym? But..."

Ma Xiu asked anxiously, "But what?"

Firio shook his head: "But it doesn't have to be an ancient tree. In Aromatherapy, there is another important place, which is as important as the Kalos Power Plant and the Balfam Incense Temple, or even more important."

"The Poké Ball Factory." Nancy nodded in understanding, holding Firion's shoulders and letting him sit down to rest, then continued, "That is an important industrial production base for the entire Kalos. It not only produces Poké Balls, but also various training and combat props that are directly supplied to the Kalos Alliance. If that place is destroyed, the situation will probably be..."

"That's it!" The panicked branch chief Arik slammed the table and stood up, his voice trembling slightly, "Not only the gym, but the entire branch will be held accountable by the headquarters! I..."

"You only care about your pitiful responsibilities and pension, old man." Nancy looked at him with disdain, her cold eyes piercing the old man's chest like a sharp knife, "The fact that such a mediocre team like the Flare Team can get to where it is today is inseparable from incompetent and cowardly guys like you..."

"Okay, Naz." Filio held Naz's hand. Not only the old man was directly ridiculed, but Maxiu's embarrassment was beyond words. Naz's words also made her feel ashamed. Seeing this, Filio shook his head slightly and said softly, "Naz is also a little anxious. Don't worry, Maxiu, Minister Arik. But the current situation is indeed not optimistic. We can only..."

"Ding Dong"

As he was speaking, there was a slight beep from the phone that Filio had placed on the table.

He picked up his phone and looked at it, a hint of joy appeared on his face. Pointing at the map on the table, Filio thought of a plan and told it slowly.

-----------------

At 4 p.m., in an abandoned factory in the northern suburbs of Aromatherapy City.

The abandoned factory building, which was empty with only a few pieces of garbage left, was now full of people. A small half of them were wearing the combat uniforms of the Flare Team and were lined up in an orderly manner, while most of them were dressed in various clothes and were scattered everywhere under the leadership of a hunchbacked middle-aged man in black.

"Damir, the last time we met on the screen was several years ago, right? Back then, you were the dashing Eagle, but now you have become like this in the hands of your own traitors. It's really sad."

The hunchbacked middle-aged man sighed, but his frivolous tone and gloating expression showed that he not only did not feel regretful, but felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

Damir's eyes were cold and he replied in a hoarse voice: "Gavert, if you want to shut that mouth forever, I can help you. Without you Black Cloud bastards, we can still complete the mission."

"Don't be so gloomy, Damir." Seeing that Damir was about to go berserk, the hunchbacked middle-aged man named Gavert immediately laughed. "Although I don't believe you can achieve your goal without me, at least we are heading in the same direction. I want money, and you want destruction. So, there is no reason for us to terminate this cooperation, right?"

"...Hmph." With a cold snort, Damir said no more, tacitly agreeing with the other party's words, and the tense atmosphere gradually eased.

Gavert nodded with satisfaction. "That's right. Let's talk about the arrangements. The alliance's arrangement is pretty much as expected, spread out everywhere, with loopholes everywhere."

Damir frowned: "Are you sure those two people have no impact?"

"As long as your Lady Bara can remember what a feint is and isn't stupid enough to fight to the death, it won't have any impact. One of the two men didn't dare to go anywhere in the Aromatherapy Gym, and the other did show up, but he's not in good condition. I heard he coughed up blood."

Gavert spread his hands indifferently, not paying any attention to the murderous looks from Damir and the Flare Team behind him.

"As for us..." His hunched back gradually straightened up, his eyes, which were always lazy, gleamed with brilliance, "Let's go now. We'll try to deal with those good-for-nothings within 30 minutes when we get there. You complete your mission, and I make my fortune. We won't delay either of us."

As he said this, he waved his hand and walked out of the factory first.

The subordinates who were scattered everywhere immediately followed him like a pack of wolves setting out to hunt.

"...We will also set off, but proceed with caution." After a moment's silence, Damir looked coldly at Gavert's back and gave an order in a deep voice, "Also, inform Lady Bala that the brat is very cunning, so be careful."

-----------------

Nameless Wilderness, headquarters of the remnants of Team Flash.

As the organization has lost a lot of backbone members in recent days, many middle-level managers have been promoted temporarily and are much younger than before.

Yuuto, who had worked as secretary and assistant to Claire, the current de facto leader of the organization, for quite some time, was naturally among them.

Although he was always regarded as not very smart by Claire, he was her trusted subordinate after all. After the previous cadre in charge of internal material management of the base disappeared inexplicably, he took over naturally.

At this moment, he was busy in the office, arranging his work in an orderly manner.

"Give me the list of materials needed to build the perimeter security and defense facilities of the base by 8 o'clock tonight. Lady Akobi is in a hurry."

"The pollution situation is quite serious. Many of our companions will be returning soon. Please check the anti-pollution and healing medicine reserves again. Submit a written explanation before ten o'clock."

"All resources needed for the Eternal Continent Project must be completed within five days. All machines in the base must be kept running, and those produced in the outlying bases must be transported as soon as possible."

"Okay, let's go get things done."

After casually sending away a few of his subordinates, Youdou looked a little tired, with his hands on the table, supporting his shaking head.

After a long time, he flipped through the drawer and muttered to himself in frustration: "Ah... I'd better go get some more coffee. I've finished it again..."

......

......

"Good afternoon, Minister Yuto!"

"Master Yuto!"

In the corridor, the members of Team Flare who were coming and going stopped and bowed slightly when they saw him. He smiled and responded one by one, but his face was full of fatigue.

When he turned a corner, an unexpected figure appeared before him.

"Hey, Yuuto, you can't be this sleepy."

It’s the carefree Akobi.

Yuto smiled bitterly and nodded, "Good afternoon, Master Akebiri. I don't want to either. I haven't slept much in the past few days. I've finished my coffee. Shouldn't I go get some more?"

"You're working so hard, you look a bit like Claire. Don't get exhausted."

"Thank you for your appreciation, Lady Claire. I am clumsy, so how dare I not try my best?"

"…If only everyone could be like you. Come on, I have to get busy too. Take care of yourself, it's only a few days away."

Akebee patted Yuto's shoulder with some sympathy in her eyes, but in the end she didn't say much and passed him by.

......

......

"I want seven bags... no, five bags of coffee. Five bags should be enough."

"Okay, Director Yuto! You've been drinking a lot of coffee lately. This is already the third time this week, right?"

"Well, three times. Seven bags once, nine bags once, five bags this time."

"Understood. Here's your coffee, please. Next time if you want coffee or anything else, just give me a call and I'll bring it to you."

"Thank you very much."

......