Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 556 If someone starts a group, naturally you have to join in.
This earth-shattering plea seemed to silence the previously noisy protest scene, plunging it into a deathly stillness.

The old woman was wailing and howling, and her voice was extremely loud.

Everyone heard the other person calling out to Joey.

Many protesters froze in mid-air, their hands holding placards clasped in mid-air, their expressions complex and indescribable.

The organizer on the platform opened his mouth, but could not utter any commands.

The media reporters, who were originally scattered around, suddenly turned their cameras towards this place like sharks that had smelled blood.

Not just Natsume, everyone was rendered speechless.

Even the Officer Jennys who were maintaining order nearby pursed their lips, unsure of what to say for a moment.

But the older woman didn't care about any of that.

She picked up the unconscious Teddy Bear, jumped out of the stroller, and rushed towards the Pokémon Center with a clear goal in mind.

"No, stop her!"

The leader turned green upon seeing this.

Isn't this a joke?

After the old lady's shout, almost all the reporters at the scene are now pointing their attention in this direction.

Clearly, this protest against Joey seems poised to end with "protesters seeking help from Joey."

The woman was large, and the group of people blocking her way couldn't stop her at all.

The leader gave a signal, and two strong men, their hoods pulled low so their expressions were obscured, went to meet them.

"Don't stop me!"

The dog in her arms twitched unconsciously, and the old woman felt a pang of heartache. So she ran even faster, her flesh trembling as if she were a small charging chariot.

Surrounded by cameras, the two burly men didn't lose the ball; instead, they quickly stepped forward, intending to intercept it with their bodies.

The two of them, an older woman who rarely exercises, could easily—"Ah!!!!"

As if hit by a cannonball, the two burly men were sent flying backward.

The woman was a little stunned. She felt a flash of golden light before her eyes, and then her body felt much lighter.

Never mind, let's go to the Pokémon Center first!
She gritted her teeth and rushed inside without looking back.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack—"

Countless flashes of light flooded the entrance to the Pokémon Center in Flying Cloud City.

Among the numerous reporters, Natsume concealed his golden telekinetic powers, a smile playing on his lips.

If someone starts a group buy, he'll naturally join immediately.

"Tsk!"

In the crowd, beneath a green baseball cap, a pair of amber eyes coldly observed everything before them.

"Mr. N, we..."

A person approached.

"We were very successful."

N glanced expressionlessly at Natsume, who was mingling in the crowd, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Although he failed in the organization's mission, he could still complete his personal mission.
N left without looking back, as if this place had nothing to do with him.

"Ahhhh!"

Another loud howl rang out, and the old woman rushed out, clutching Tutu the dog, her face streaked with tears.

Joey isn't here, Joey isn't here!

"Pokémon doctor? Where can I find a Pokémon doctor!?"

The woman rushed to the front of the group of doctors in white coats as if she had found a life-saving remedy.

If you want to accuse the Nurse Joy family of monopolizing Pokémon Centers, how can you leave out your competitors?
However, Natsume knew that the old lady's efforts were ultimately in vain.

"Pokémon Doctor, you're doctors, right?"

"Please, please save my TuTu dog!"

The older woman clung tightly to the white coats of several Pokémon doctors, making them turn pale.

What Pokémon doctor?!
They're just hired extras; there's no real doctor here!
"Click, click, click—"

Countless lights once again engulfed the group of indifferent doctors.

In the distance, the leader had just turned his gaze away from N when he saw this scene.

Suddenly, everything went black.

At this moment, the woman was already sitting on the ground crying and making a fuss, like a 200-pound child.

Those around felt a pang of pity and lowered their heads, a hint of self-reproach flashing across their faces.

Natsume watched from the crowd, then stuffed the last piece of cake in his hand into his mouth.

"Hmm, the taste is not bad."

Brushing the debris off his clothes, Natsume took out the Silavis Tablet and walked away.

However, before he could make a move...

"Almost a doll, use it to share the pain!"

A clear and firm voice pierced through the noise.

The sound came from the periphery of the crowd.

Miss Joey had returned sometime earlier, perhaps she had never truly gone away.

She strode quickly through the automatically parting crowd, and the almost-doll beside her stepped forward without hesitation, her hands radiating a gentle yet mysterious energy that softly enveloped the dying Tutu dog on the ground. Miss Joy's face showed no trace of schadenfreude or impatience, only the focused and urgent attention of a healer facing a patient.

She didn't even have time to straighten her slightly disheveled nurse's uniform. Without hesitation, she knelt on one knee on the dusty ground, not caring about the stains, and carefully checked Tutu's condition.

"Vascular signs are extremely weak, acute heart failure!" Joey made a quick and clear judgment.

"Immediate emergency stabilization is needed, followed by connection to life support at the center! Chansey, prepare cardiac stimulants and oxygen!"

Suddenly appearing out of nowhere, Chansey immediately handed over a small first-aid kit.

Joey's movements were extremely skillful; he precisely injected the medicine into Tutu and then put on a miniature oxygen mask.

The entire process was smooth and efficient, demonstrating undeniable professionalism.

"Hold on tight and come with me!" Joey looked up, her tone leaving no room for doubt, but her eyes held a reassuring strength.

Together with the older woman, she carefully lifted the Smeargle and rushed towards the Pokémon Center's entrance.

At this moment, no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Those who had been holding up banners and chanting slogans earlier mostly lowered their heads and silently made way for each other.

Only the flashbulbs of the media reporters went even more frantically, relentlessly capturing this highly dramatic and ironic scene.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The blinding white light almost formed a continuous sheet.

Natsume stood in the crowd, quietly watching everything.

His gaze swept over the flickering cameras, over the faces displaying a mix of emotions, and finally settled on Nurse Joy's retreating figure as he rushed headlong toward the Pokémon Center.

He didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes slightly, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

This farce should probably come to an end.

Actions can be more powerful than any eloquence, especially under the lens of countless cameras.

That's all for today!

Not far away, the leader realized that their protest in Feiyun City was about to be completely ruined.

Even protests throughout the region could be affected as a result.

Natsume's gaze locked onto the few figures that were slinking away almost instantly.

Why are you in such a hurry to leave?

Suddenly, a person with a kind and friendly smile on his face, rubbing his fists, descended from the sky.

"Who are you?"

The leaders felt extremely uneasy.

As they walked, they got into the car and immediately felt dizzy.

Soon they found themselves in a dead end.

At the end of the alley, there was a slightly thin figure.

The strangest thing is that their bodies are completely immobile!

"Do you recognize this?" Natsume took out the War Dragon Scale.

The three of them shook their heads blankly.

"Clap clap clap!"

Without exception, everyone received a large slap on their face.

At the same time, Natsume's disdainful voice could be heard:
"You don't even recognize this?"

Natsume turned his hand over and took out a piece of obsidian dragon scale.

Faced with Natsume's unfriendly gaze, the three of them nodded vigorously, their faces swollen on one side.

"Get to know them, get to know them, get to know them!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Quick, accurate, and ruthless—three more big slits.

"Why should we fight even though we know each other?"

The three were extremely puzzled.

Logically speaking, the person who could produce this item should be one of our "comrades"!

Natsume was a little annoyed.

These people don't recognize War Dragonscale; they're clearly small fry.

But he still asked some questions.

For example, the organization might encourage them to make as much noise as possible, attract enough attention from the league, and mobilize enough powerful trainers to control them.

"Does the Rainbow Rocket Team's dispersed forces mean they're planning a surprise attack somewhere?"

As Natsume pondered, he grew increasingly agitated.

"Clap clap clap!"

Three more big shots passed by.

"Is it vegetarian?"

"My hands are itching."

Without turning his head, Natsume pointed, and the three of them flew backward, landing in Officer Jenny's police car with the precision of a basketball shot.

(End of this chapter)