The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

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After almost three or four minutes, Banmu's deep and magnetic voice came from the receiver: "I'm so glad you can contact me. Jojo, are you planning to give up your position in the league to join my Rockets?

As before, the conditions remain unchanged. If you come, you can directly become my deputy. Under one person, over ten thousand people, all the resources of the Rockets can be used at will. "

"Oh, that sounds really good." Jon smiled, "I'm a little moved by what I said... But before that, I still have some work to do, about plasma?"

"As I expected, you still faced off with Team Plasma. How did it go? Are you satisfied with my plan?"

What Banmu said was meaningless.

But Jon understood somewhat.

He tentatively spoke: "So - the actions of Plasma Group were all within your expectations, or in other words, these actions were caused by you?"

Hearing this, Banmu sneered: "Quiqisi is a hypocrite. He usually preaches that humans should not own Pokémon, but he is greedier than anyone else. That guy has a paranoid pursuit of Pokémon, hypocrisy and double standards. . With such a person, it’s easy to fall into a trap with just a few words of provocation.”

Jon: "Let me guess... your purpose is to make the Alliance pay attention to the organization Plasma Group. Just like the Pokémon hunting group in the past, it is a good show of killing people with a borrowed knife."

"I didn't say you were a sword." Sakaki retorted.

After a pause, he chuckled again: "But you are indeed sharp enough."

Jon blinked: "Mr. Sakaki, Mr. Sakaki, you are belittling Quechis, but you are actually very afraid of him in your heart, right? I mean, do you already know that he controls the divine beast?" What happened?"

Qiaoqiao, I think you don’t understand at all...

Sakaki felt a subtle feeling in his heart, and he felt a sense of complacency that he couldn't suppress.

Isn't it a mythical beast?

I have it too.

And there are three of them!

But there was no way to show off this matter to Qiao Qiao, so he could only follow what the other party wanted: "You know it, but do you think he didn't pay any price? Subduing Kyurem almost cost him his life. After finally recuperating, he went back to the Real Dragon idea. Don’t think that just because Queqis is still active, it means he is healthy. It’s just that he doesn’t want others to notice the clues, so he grits his teeth and holds on.”

Is Quechis' life hanging by a thread?

normal.

Except for a pure idiot like Jon, how could a mythical beast become a human tool so easily?

In particular, first-level gods like Reshiram and Kyurem are even more difficult to control.

Queqis could suppress them for a while with the help of technological energy, but he was still mortal after all.

In other words, now is a good time to take down the plasma ball!

Jon's eyes lit up.

But then he thought that the mystery was still not completely solved.

The situation on the plasma group's side is pretty clear.

But what about Team Rocket?

And that big plan...

What role does Team Rocket play in this self-rescue script designed by Reshiram?

Don't work for a long time.

The Plasma Group was also destroyed, and the Unova Alliance was also destroyed.

In the end, Team Rocket picked the fruit.

If only that.

Jon can be depressed for quite some time.

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time."

After much deliberation and no answer, Qiao decided not to think about things that he couldn't figure out clearly.

The road must be taken step by step, and the meal must be eaten one bite at a time.

At this point, it would be better to kill Kuiqisi first and lift the ice in Shuangyong City.

As for the rest...

Such as board wood, and the so-called 'big plan'.

Not important, not important at all.

"Mr. Sakaki, Mr. Sakaki." Jon smiled: "Everything is really according to your imagination. Now I am going to beat up the leader of the plasma group. As an old acquaintance, should you give it to me?" Can I provide some help? For example, tell me the location of the Plasma Corps headquarters?"

"No problem!" Banmu was waiting for this and agreed very generously.

If it's profitable, why not do it?

He said: "Those guys are very cunning. The base is not established in a certain city. It is in a corner of the countryside. If you don't have some detailed information, it is really difficult to find it if you go there rashly."

While talking, Sakaki passed a piece of information to Jon.

Jon took a look.

Good guy, where is this?

Are you still in the Hezhong area?

I read it carefully twice and memorized the coordinates in my mind.

He said to Banmu: "Thank you, I'll contact you later."

"Qiaoqiao, I believe you can definitely kill Kuiqisi." Sakaki was in a good mood.

Qiao Qiao said calmly: "I accept your good words."

hang up the phone.

He looked back at Shuanglong City behind him.

I couldn't help but scratch my eyebrows: "Time is tight and the task is heavy."

Fortunately, Daiwu is very helpful.

As we hurried on with all our strength, we quickly met up with Jon.

Jon: "There's good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Dawu stared blankly in the direction of Shuangyong City and said in a difficult tone: "I'll hear the bad news first."

"The bad news is that we may have to face Quechis who has two divine beasts."

Daigo:? ? ?

No, now the mythical beasts are just like cabbage on the roadside. Who can get two if they want to?

Back then, Groudon and Kyogre, two troublesome creatures, almost destroyed Hoenn. Now you tell me that we have to fight legendary beasts, and we have to fight them in pairs. I don't like it, Sister Li!

"What about the good news?" Daigo asked again.

Hearing good news after hearing the bad news should bring some comfort to his fragile heart...

Jon spread his hands: "The good news is that there are two mythical beasts. Coincidentally, there are two of us."

A big question mark appeared above Dawu's head.

When this question mark appears to me, it’s not that I have a problem, but that you have a problem.

Dai Wu: "That's really good news. I should thank you for not telling me that the so-called good news is 'everyone is two yuan, everything is two yuan. You can't buy with two yuan and suffer a loss, and you can't be fooled with two yuan.'"

You see, this is what happens if you hang out with Mr. Qiao for a long time. Even a handsome young master from a wealthy family like Daigo will develop some unique sense of humor that does not belong to his class.

In other words.

Daigo started to play with abstraction.

Jon chuckled and looked at the coordinates on the Pokémon Navigator to Daigo: "I'm kidding, don't take it so seriously. The good news is that I have found the headquarters of the Plasma Corps.

The two of us acted like thunder, rushing over to kill gods and Buddhas when we met them.

All the way to Kuiqisi, he held his collar and asked, who has the final say in Hezhong?

How about it? Be excited. It's better to act than to have a heartbeat. If you are a brother, come and chop me up! "

Daigo: "Shut him or you?"

Jon: "Of course I'll kill him...Young man, your mind is a bit dangerous."

Hearing this, Daigo looked disappointed.

Time for joking is over.

The two discussed and made a plan.

Well, not really a plan.

This operation made it clear that he was going to be a lone hero.

Anyway, the people from the United Alliance are not reliable, and bringing them along might be more of a hindrance.

As for the issue of transportation.

Dawu has Metagross.

Jon had no choice but to let Gengar evolve and make do with it.

(Gengar: I feel like I have been living in the shadow of Gyarados/Lapras/Gladiosaurus/Warrior Eagle.)

What a long journey, flying from the far north to the far west.

All the way to the west...

Naturally, it is impossible to meet any beautiful women.

We met a lot of female Pokémon.

It's a pity that neither Dawu nor Qiaoen has the intention to conquer it.

Plasma Corps' headquarters is disguised as a factory.

In the middle of the process, Jon also took the time to check on the Internet. He was a large taxpayer and received awards from the United Union every year.

It belongs to the big hermit hidden in the city.

……

Quechis sat behind his desk, gently squeezing his eyebrows.

He still wore exaggerated robes and a special soft hat decorated with feathers on his head.

In the dim environment, the plasma boss closed his eyes tightly, seeming to be in great pain.

Sudden.

The heart beats violently.

Quechis showed a pained expression.

If there are outsiders present, they can see that his skin is cracked bit by bit, revealing the unusual flesh and blood inside...

For a long time.

The backlash finally passed.

Queqis took a long breath, and the terrifying cracks on the surface of his skin disappeared bit by bit.