An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 116 This handsome guy is unfathomable (Seeking monthly votes)

"You're fucking insane!"

Watching the handsome young man walk straight towards the stage, the dashing man let out a hoarse roar.

He originally thought that if the canned yellow peaches failed, the handsome young man would immediately make a strategic retreat and reconsider his options.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned into a self-destructing truck and charged towards the Poison Smoke Captain on the stage.

Hey, hey, hey, what on earth is he trying to do? Does he think he's some kind of absolute newbie?!
No rational Interpol agent would rush in at this moment, right? Can that guy even be considered human?!

"Hey, everyone, let's all attack together and take this kid down!"

The moment Mo Zhen appeared, several punk-dressed members of the Poison Smoke team immediately blocked his way, their eyes fierce and their hands already on the Poké Balls at their waists.

The handsome man's heart sank to the bottom of the Mariana Trench in an instant. His hand secretly reached for the old pistol at his waist, and he roared in despair!
Damn it, these damn privileged rich kids are all crazy troublemakers who just cause us a lot of trouble!
This is it, I'm completely finished. I'm really going to burn my last bit of life for that so-called noble mission, just like I swore!

In the instant the shadow of death loomed, the handsome man saw a revolving lantern before his eyes, quickly reviewing his ordinary yet extraordinary life.

Back then, I was so hot-blooded and thought I could punish evil and promote good. I was so incredibly foolish.

The “loyalty” that we shouted under the alliance flag on the day I joined the company now seems like a huge joke. What lofty mission? It was all PUA bullshit!
Lila's pretty face wore the smug look of someone who got promoted and received a raise because of a report I wrote; that bastard from Yulongdu patted me on the back and said, "I'm going to come to this godforsaken place to suffer."

The grueling life of a 007 agent, case after case, the credits always going to the boss, but the blame always sticks to him like a stubborn plaster...

He tragically discovered that his messed-up life was like being caught in the gears of the League's massive machine, crushed to pieces, leaving not even a decent trace.

The last bit of value it brings is probably just to accompany this reckless young man in his death, making him just another nameless number in Interpol's "dying in the line of duty" section.

but……

In the final moments of my life, to be able to have sex with Miss Lila three times in my dreams—I'll be straight for life!
In my memory, those three minutes, which encapsulated the essence of his entire life, were the ultimate reflection of the handsome man's lifelong struggle.

"What the hell are you doing? Get the hell out of my way!"

Just as tensions were running high and conflict was about to erupt, a woman's voice rang out, filled with surprise and disbelief!

"Hmph!" "Oh!" "Croak!"

In the center of the stage, the wild and unrestrained rock star swung his guitar fiercely, unleashing a powerful and sweeping attack.

Those fierce-looking elite thugs who stood in front of Mo Zhen were sent flying with screams, like garbage bags being swept away!

Homiga's eyes, adorned with smoky eye makeup, were fixed on Mo Zhen's handsome face.

A few seconds later, the rebellious and unruly expression on her face, like that of a rock singer, melted away like ice and snow, and was replaced by a sweet smile like that of a little girl meeting her idol!

"Director Mo?! Is it really you, Director Mo?!"

Homiga's voice rose eight octaves, completely disregarding her image as the Poison Smoke Captain, and she leaped off the high stage. She charged towards Mo Zhen like a cannonball, ignoring the groans of her subordinates and the handsome man who looked on high alert.

"My God! How could such a great artist as you come to see my performance?! I... I am so honored!"

She was so excited that she was incoherent, acting like a little fangirl meeting her idol, completely lacking the boss aura of the Poison Smoke Captain.

"What are you guys still doing here?! Get the hell out of here, don't interrupt my meeting with Director Mo! The concert ended early, this is my private meeting with Director Mo!"

The elite operators of the Poison Smoke team looked at each other, watching their leader instantly transform from a rock star into a mindless fangirl, and could only begin the clearing operation with a head full of question marks.

The handsome guy's expression now was a million times more astonished than when he was fighting fiercely against thin air in Meng Ziyan's illusion!
What the hell is going on?!

The top figure of the Poison Smoke Squad... the queen of Li Yong's underworld... the vicious source of Meng Ziyan... is actually a fangirl of the handsome guy?!

The handsome man held his forehead in disbelief as an absurd yet impactful thought arose in his mind.

Could it be that... this handsome young man... isn't some spoiled rich kid at all! He's already got everything under control?!
He sent me to investigate the narcotics squad... was he actually testing my abilities and resolve?!
Was the earlier charge involving canned yellow peaches also part of his plan?

Everything... was part of his plan?!
Boom!

The handsome man felt that his worldview, values, and all his stereotypes about Interpol's top brass were completely overturned and shattered at this moment.

A long-lost surge of passion suddenly erupted from the depths of the handsome man's heart, which had long been worn down and numb by reality!

This feeling is both strange and familiar, as if I have returned to the passionate youth who swore to punish evil and promote good in front of a recruitment poster!

I was wrong... I was so damn wrong!

It turns out that there really are such pillars of strength in Interpol!

It turns out that not all the high-ranking officials are scheming and useless cowards; the one in front of us is the real elite!

Damn it, this is what top Interpol elites should look like. That piece of trash, the Dodo, isn't even worthy of carrying this guy's shoes. Lila, that girl... well, Miss Lila is still very beautiful... but her abilities are worlds apart!
The handsome man's eyes instantly welled up with tears, not from fear, but from the excitement and reverence of something lost and then regained.

Looking at Mo Zhen's retreating figure, he seemed to see the beacon of his career, and the hope that had been rekindled!
This handsome guy is unfathomable!
The handsome man silently cried out in his heart, his awe and admiration for Mo Zhen surging like a raging river, unstoppable.

"Hmph ahh ...

Drinking ice for ten years, it's hard to cool blood!

Feeling the surge of hot blood coursing through his body, the handsome man could no longer contain his excitement and impulsively pulled the trigger, firing three shots in quick succession. The gun barrel spewed forth the most sincere gunfire, swearing allegiance to this great and handsome man!

You have to understand, even Lila, the woman he was obsessed with, only made him fire two shots. You can imagine how excited this handsome guy was for him!
Quack! Great and upright handsome sir, I, Interpol agent, will now follow you to the death!

(End of this chapter)