An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 27 Land Disputes
Officer Jenny's sudden appearance was like a sharp blade, abruptly severing the plot that was about to reach a happy ending.

The joyful atmosphere froze instantly, because beside her, a ferocious giant dog, as big as a motorcycle, was staring menacingly at everyone.

Upon closer inspection, the Pokémon that Officer Jenny is paired with is none other than Hayok's evolved form—an imposing level 50 long-haired dog!

Its majestic gaze swept over everyone present, as if silently proclaiming its power.

So, the ultimate evolution of security guards is the police...

A level 50 long-haired dog is obviously no ordinary creature.

These Pokémon, which are more than ten levels higher than their final evolved form, are all professional battle Pokémon that have undergone rigorous training.

In their natural state, wild Pokémon typically do not grow to this level.

Even Pokémon bred by amateur trainers would find it difficult to reach such heights.

Only professional trainers who hone their skills with their Pokémon day and night can cultivate such powerful partners, whose combat strength is far superior to that of security Pokémon that merely serve as decorations.

As soon as Miss Officer Jenny got out of the car, she pointed at Xiao Huolong and looked at Mo Zhen, her voice carrying an unquestionable official authority.

"Are you the owner of this... mutated little fire dragon? You are now facing six charges, including breach of medical contract, damage to public property, and bringing an invasive species into the country. This is a fine; you have three days to pay it, or you will face more than ten years in prison!"

Faced with the United Police's strict enforcement, Mo Zhen smiled and scoffed.

The statistic of rank is meaningless; it cannot restrain his free-spirited mind.

At this moment, he felt a surge of pride—it was time to teach these United Cops a lesson and let them witness the great power of Eastern fantasy.

"Xiao Huolong, can you feel it? It's time to burn to the limit!"

In an instant, the winds of change rose again, and a cataclysmic battle seemed imminent.

However, reality is always cruel.

The poor endurance of a low-level Yellow Rank cultivation technique had already drained Xiao Huolong of all his energy.

At this moment, it lay prostrate on the ground, panting heavily, completely unable to fight anymore.

The once majestic orange-skinned lizard is now completely useless, a piece of wet firewood, unable to even ignite a spark.

Miss Officer Jenny coldly observed Mo Zhen's exaggerated facial expressions and nonsensical words, her brows gradually furrowing.

In her extensive law enforcement experience, this pattern of behavior often indicates that the other party may have mental health issues.

This made her wary, because it was common knowledge that in the Unova region, mental illness could stack up as a buff.

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you planning to pay the fine or accept legal punishment?"

Faced with Officer Jenny's ultimatum, Mo Zhen stood with his hands on his hips, full of heroic spirit, his posture resembling that of a revolutionary about to step onto the guillotine, yet still brimming with heroic spirit.

"Hahahaha, I have no money, but I'll take your life. Go to jail if you want, who cares?"

Compared to the hard labor on an 18th-century plantation, being imprisoned was like a vacation.

For someone who has nothing, all the rules and regulations of the law are completely meaningless.

He's already at the bottom of the valley; no matter which way he goes, it's upwards.

Moreover, prisons are supposed to be places of outstanding people and abundant resources, so there's a high chance that going in there will trigger the storyline of enlightenment in Longchang.

I could just take off from where I am and maybe even do something earth-shattering...

Seeing the other person's incoherent state, Miss Officer Jenny strongly suspected that he was acting with impunity because of the psychiatric evaluation report.

However, she couldn't care less about that now; she was only focused on enforcing the law, and she would let the judge deal with all the other messy stuff.

"Very good! I hope you'll be just as tough when you're undergoing labor reform at the railway crossing in West German Company!" (Railway crossing?)
At this moment, the world lines seemed to converge before Mo Zhen's eyes. After going around in circles, he finally comprehended the perfect Golden Spin.

It turns out that the end of United States was where they built the railway.

All signs have given a divine revelation, and Mo Zhen has now grasped the main storyline!

Just as Mo Zhen was about to receive the silver bracelet, a figure resolutely stepped forward and stopped Officer Jenny's enforcement actions.

"Hey! You can't take him away. He's my new laborer, and he still has to work here!"

Seeing the farmer Pigman step forward, Miss Officer Jenny maintained her professional ethics and attempted to uphold justice.

“You’re right, but…”

"But what a load of crap! I bought him from the Elf Center. You have no right to dispose of my labor property. By the way, have you dealt with the Native Americans on that piece of land I bought on Route 20?"

When the issue of Native Americans in that land was brought up, Miss Officer Jenny's expression immediately became complicated, as if there was a great mystery involved.

Her voice was noticeably lower, and her eyes began to wander.

"Oh, you mean the Native Americans on that piece of land... Well... there are some very complicated factors involved. In short, we are working hard to solve this problem, but it's not resolved anytime soon. However, don't worry, the United States Land Administration is actively discussing strategies to solve this problem, and we believe a solution will be available soon..."

After rambling on and on, Ms. Officer Jenny abruptly changed the subject, quickly gave a standard police salute, and began driving.

"Well... since this kid belongs to you, I won't bother you any longer. Have a nice day, goodbye!"

Seeing Officer Jenny ride off on her motorcycle, Pigman stood there, raging with impotence.

"Fuck, these good-for-nothing cops are always finding ways to issue tickets. We pay so much in taxes, and they can't even get rid of a few Native Americans!"

Seeing Leorio knocked to the ground, farmer Pigman took a proper look at this laborer he had just bought for the first time.

"Is this orange-skinned lizard a Pokémon you've bred?"

As a native Unova redneck, Pigman had never seen a little fire dragon, let alone a little fire dragon whose genes had mutated through training its fighting spirit.

"Alright, I admit you're quite capable. It's a bit of a waste to have you picking cotton. I have a task for you. If you can solve this problem, you and your little brother can leave!"

Although Mo Zhen felt that the other party didn't need to add the condition of taking Gou Hao away, he replied indifferently.

"This condition is very reasonable. I think we have established a new mutually beneficial cooperative relationship. However, before fulfilling the contract, could you provide me with some legal proof of your ownership of that land? As the saying goes, if the name is not correct, the words will not be proper; if the words are not proper, things will not be accomplished; if things are not accomplished, rites and music will not flourish..."

As Mo Zhen recounted the sages' teachings on rites and music, Mr. Pigman waved his hand in anguish.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Here you go. This is the land deed for the United States. I bought this land from the United States government through legal means. Those savage tribes must leave my new farm!"

We are currently in a period of great development for the United States. The vast continent of United States has large tracts of good land, and you can make money just by doing whatever you want.

Anyway, the government only cares about selling land and making money from land sales. As for whether wild Native Americans live on that land, they don't really know.

Looking at Haozai lying alone on the ground, Mo Zhen's excellent expression control prevented him from laughing out loud, and he said with a sorrowful expression.

"Don't worry, he's my brother. With him here, you can rest assured. How could I possibly abandon him and leave?"

There's always a magical dramatic effect when two people of different skin colors talk about being brothers.

"Oh, by the way, could you provide me with some information about these Native Americans?"

Pigman said casually.

"They're just a bunch of very primitive Native Americans, and their leader's name is something like Aldak... Anyway, these guys don't even know how to use a Poké Ball. You'd better go and take care of them!"

(End of this chapter)