An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 46 Code Name: Uzi (Seeking monthly votes)

The Lower City District, an underground club.

A group of scantily clad men and women were dancing wildly like demons, their bodies swaying in the glow of a disco ball.

Just a wall away, in a secluded cubicle, a purple-haired woman in a red dress was carefully wiping her M4A1.

The M4A1 is an improved version of the M4 carbine developed by Colt. It features long range, high lethality, and high rate of fire, making it an essential tool for home use, travel, murder, and robbery in the United States.

The woman wiping her M4A1 exuded a chilling aura that didn't match her beauty, just like the gun in her hand, displaying a decisive and efficient spirit.

Snap——

The hidden door of the cubicle suddenly opened, and after a flurry of hurried footsteps, a disheveled black man with tattered clothes knelt before the woman.

The woman frowned, her sharp eyebrows furrowing, and said in a low voice, her voice filled with disgust.

"What's wrong, Thomson? Another territorial dispute with the other squad leaders? I'm very busy lately. The Poison Smoke Squad is infiltrating the lower city with their new product. I don't have time to deal with your petty business..."

Sensing the displeasure in the other person's words, Thomson quickly offered his explanation.

"No, no, no, Lord Carbin! There's an outsider causing trouble on our turf. That guy is really tough and doesn't take our Quick Guns team seriously at all. Our entire squad is no match for him..."

"Oh, I see……"

The next moment, Carbin swiftly turned his gun on Thomson, roaring furiously.

"You shameless, useless rapper, how dare you even show your face to me? After all these years, this is all you've got? I really want to fire you!"

Faced with the dark muzzle of a gun, Thomson immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He felt like he'd heard those lines somewhere before...

However, at this critical moment of life and death, he had no time to think about such trivial matters.

He gesticulated wildly, trying his best to shift the blame onto Mo Zhen.

"Ah god! Sir... it's really not that I'm incompetent, that kid is really powerful. Even those guys who manage the other streets are no match for him. Only you in the entire Ninth District can handle that guy..."

Cabin frowned, looking extremely impatient.

"Are you an idiot?! We're at a critical juncture in our battle against the Poison Smoke Team. Where am I supposed to find that guy all over the world?"

In her view, characters like Mo Zhen are crazy people who pull off a quick heist and run away; they wouldn't obediently wait for her to settle accounts.

Just then, one of Cabin's confidants stepped forward and whispered something in her ear.

Carbin's eyes showed surprise and suspicion, then his brows slowly relaxed, revealing a hint of amusement...

……

"Huh?! Are we really not going to run away, Mr. Mo Zhen? This is the Quick Gun Squad's territory. If those guys get serious, it's no joke..."

Gong Ping, who had originally planned to flee to the ends of the earth with Mo Zhen, couldn't help but frantically start gesturing when he saw Mo Zhen sitting in the chair, looking as if he were fishing.

He had absolutely no idea what Mo Zhen was thinking.

To be honest, he had never understood any of the man's actions, but he had a mysterious awe of him.

Although Gongping, who grew up in the lower city, really wanted to tell Mo Zhen just how terrifying the Quick Gun Squad was.

But when he saw the words on the tip of his tongue, he swallowed them back down when he looked at Mo Zhen's eyes, which held a hint of determination beneath their nonchalant air.

Because in Gongping's heart, a voice suddenly rang out.

This man is definitely right; there's no need to criticize him.

This is the conclusion that Gong Ping reached after reviewing everything that happened between him and Mo Zhenxiang.

of course……

Aside from Mo Zhenrui's comments about Miss Liuli, that's the only exception...

Meanwhile, the elves, who knew very little about human society, were completely unaware of any crisis and were exchanging ideas in a harmonious atmosphere.

Xiao Huolong looked down at the skinny otter and unconsciously gestured to his own plump belly.

"Gah!"

It's so tiny, about the same size as me when I first started living on the streets.

Luca, however, revealed a resolute look in his eyes and said coldly.

"Luca!"

It is too weak and needs to be trained immediately. Only through constant training and fighting against evil can it become strong; otherwise, it will only be oppressed by evil forces!
Looking at the two older men, Ah Shui's freckled face showed fear, and he timidly wanted to hide under the bed.

Just then, Xiao Huolong pulled out a Leba fruit from somewhere and handed it to the water otter.

Sniff--

Ah Shui's nose twitched as he smelled the wonderful aroma emanating from the tree fruit.

After making eye contact with Xiao Huolong, it hurriedly reached out its paw, picked up the tree fruit, and began to gnaw on it with relish.

These are bitter tree fruits carefully selected by Xiao Huolong!

Perhaps because Ah Shui could only eat leftovers every day, it shed tears of emotion as it tasted the tree fruit.

"Gah!"

You enjoy hardship too? That's wonderful! I look forward to your guidance in the future!
Looking at this new junior, Luca recalled his own encounter with Admiral Red Dragon. The past flashed before his eyes, giving him a sense of the passage of time, and even his resolute gaze seemed prematurely aged.

"Luca!"

Don't worry, everyone in our navy is your best big brother. If you don't understand anything, you can ask us, and we will kindly guide you!
Seeing these two kind-hearted elder brothers, Ah Shui felt the warmth of home for the first time in a long time, and tears welled up in his eyes like a spring.

The friendship between elves is so pure...

【Caw! Lord Mo Zhen, they're here!】

While the elves were playing house, Xiao Mengzi, the lookout who was floating on the street, hurriedly rushed into the room to inform Mo Zhen.

Mo Zhen's lips curled into a smirk, revealing a smile that suggested she had everything under control.

"Heh heh, the big fish has taken the bait..."

Outside the brothel, a group of gang members dressed in red and black uniforms blocked off the entire street.

People on the street looked on in awe and moved aside.

"Ah...it's that sir!"

"My God, so many team members have been mobilized, are they going to have a bloody battle?!"

"Run! Run! Getting caught up in this kind of battle is no joke!"

Inside the rented room, sensing the commotion on the street, the landlord, Old Deng, who had been lost in his sorrow, hurriedly gathered his clothes and rushed out to greet them.

Upon opening the door and seeing the woman with flowing purple hair and a heroic bearing, he immediately prostrated himself on the ground, wailing and lamenting.

"Quack! Lord Carbin, you must do me justice! I've always been diligent and never late paying my protection money, and now a vicious and ruthless bandit has come..."

"Shut up and get out of here."

Carbin's voice was icy, and he didn't even glance at Old Deng, his gaze fixed on the figure inside the room.

"Cuck!!"

Old Deng, kicked aside by a player behind Carbin, rolled to the side of the road like a broken sack.

He followed Cabin's sharp gaze.

A dashing young man in a red suit sat alone in the only intact chair in the room, confronting Carbin across the noisy dust and tense atmosphere.

"Wow, they're coming on strong. Is this the mark of the Quick-Gun Team? They've got real style. Looks like I had a good eye!"

Carbin raised a sharp eyebrow, slightly lifting the M4A1 in his hand and pointing it steadily at Mo Zhen.

"You have some time to say your last words!"

Faced with this display of strength, Mo Zhen chuckled softly and adjusted her posture to relax further.

"Last words? Too early, beautiful lady. I came here specifically to find myself a burial plot; I came to join the Quick-Gun team."

As everyone knows, the fastest way to obtain legal status is to join an illegal organization!
Mo Zhen desperately needs a legitimate alias to carry out her subsequent plans.

Carbin chuckled, his eyes growing increasingly dangerous.

"Join? Join with the 'sincerity' of injuring my men and wrecking my place? We're at a critical juncture in our battle against Team Poison, and Quickdraw doesn't need strangers of unknown origin. Who knows if you're a spy sent by Team Poison, or a mole planted by some other force? In the Lower City, trust is more valuable than a Poké Ball."

Mo Zhen nodded, as if she had anticipated her reaction.

“I understand, I completely understand. Caution is a virtue, especially at times like this. But I’m sure there’s a way to make you believe me.”

Cabin stared at Mo Zhen for a few seconds, seemingly assessing his value and risks.

Mo Zhen remained seated in her chair, as steady as a fisherman.

He already knew the current situation of the Quick Gun Team and the Smoke Team. The Quick Gun Team seemed to have been entrenched in the lower city for many years, like a tyrant. In reality, the Smoke Team rose up rapidly and occupied the market with new products, making it difficult for the Quick Gun Team to cope.

The opposing team has run out of cards; they desperately need someone to break the deadlock.

Cabin took a couple of steps, the hem of his red dress brushing against the cold ground.

She slowly lowered the M4A1 she had been holding, but her finger did not leave the trigger guard.

"Here's what we'll do. The Poison Smoke Team has a deal coming up. I'll tell you the details later. Go and sabotage that deal and bring the goods back to me."

She paused, a cold smile curving her lips.

"If you succeed, I'll consider you to have passed the test, and you'll be a member of our quick-draw team from now on. Of course, if you die, it's your own fault, and it'll save me the trouble of cleaning up the mess."

Yes, a classic pledge of allegiance.

Mo Zhen's smile widened, without the slightest hesitation.

"make a deal."

Looking at his relaxed demeanor, as if he had just accepted a picnic assignment, Cabin felt a slight doubt rise in his heart, but he was more interested in the other party's confidence.

"Very good. Before you go to your death or prove yourself, as one of our reserves, you should also give yourself a code name. The Quickdraw Squad uses the names of their guns. What will you call yourself?"

Mo Zhen didn't hesitate at all when choosing a codename, and directly and forcefully said the name that represented the ultimate output.

"Uzi!"

(End of this chapter)