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Chapter 95 The "Poison Gas Bomb" Incident Ends Perfectly

Time passed by, and each second felt like a year.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

The number of comments in the live stream also decreased significantly, and everyone was watching intently with bated breath.

About five minutes later, the ground covered by the sludge began to "sink" at a visible speed.

It wasn't a collapse, but rather the soil, along with its contents, seemed to be "dissolved" and "devoured" by an invisible force, gradually merging into the body of the stinky mud.

At the center of the sinking point, the outline of a rusty, elongated metal object can be vaguely seen, being slowly enveloped and pulled into the purple slime.

Three minutes later, when the metal object was completely encased in the slime and disappeared into its body, the "dissolving" of the ground stopped.

Muk's body undulated slightly, emitting a satisfied "Pee-pee~" sound, like someone who had just finished a meal. At the same time, the pungent odor that was already faintly present in the air seemed to have faded a little? No, to be precise, it had become more "concentrated" on Muk itself, and no longer spread wantonly into the surrounding environment.

The toxin levels on the monitoring instrument began to decrease slowly and steadily!

"It's a success! It really is absorbing and breaking down those toxic agents!" The chemical defense expert stared at the data in disbelief.

"The metal casing is also being corroded and digested—my God, the decomposition efficiency—" another expert murmured.

The entire process was eerily quiet. There was no explosion, no leakage. The sludge acted like an efficient and quiet biological processing plant, turning a poison gas bomb that had been buried for decades and could have caused serious casualties into part of its own "nutrients" in full view of everyone.

When monitoring data showed that the underground toxin residue had dropped below the safety standard and the air quality indicators had returned to normal, a long-suppressed cheer and applause erupted at the scene!

Zhang Xiaoling and her family hugged each other, weeping with joy.

Wang Cheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, plopped down on the ground, and let out a long sigh.

The live stream chat went completely wild, with comments like "Mulphur is awesome!" "Saved a family and even a community!" "So Mud is this useful!" and "I've gone from hating it to being a fan!" flooding the screen.

With the crisis resolved, the subsequent work went much more smoothly.

The response team began "post-disaster communication" with the sludge, mainly to confirm that its digestion process was stable and that it would not suddenly ruminate or expel harmful substances, as well as to explore possible "cooperation" in the future.

For example, whether they are willing to assist in the disposal of certain hazardous wastes.

However, during the communication, the members of the response team discovered that the sludge's attention did not seem to be entirely on them.

The black bean-shaped creature looked to the side, at Officer Wang Cheng, who had been keeping it company, feeding it, trying to talk to it, and even standing between it and the bomb disposal personnel to prevent it from being harmed.

The team leader, who was experienced, understood the situation immediately.

He walked over, patted Wang Cheng on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Officer Wang, it seems this hero has a good impression of you."

Wang Cheng paused, looking at Stinky Mud, then at the captain, somewhat uncertain: "What...what does the captain mean?"

"It seems to approve of you."

The captain pointed at Mud.

"We tried to communicate with it, asking if it would like to come with us, or accept our subjugation and arrangements, but it didn't respond much."

"But it reacts more noticeably whenever you're mentioned, or when you speak. It seems it prefers to follow you, an old acquaintance."

Wang Cheng was completely stunned, pointing at himself: "Me? But I—I didn't even pass the trainer exam, my son laughs at me—"

The captain burst into laughter.

"In our team, most of the official members didn't pass that theoretical exam back then! But we still led our partners on missions, didn't we? We learned as we went! Theory is important, but practice and teamwork with Pokémon are even more important."

"This Muk has done a great job. It has a gentle personality (except for the smell), and it's quite intelligent. It's a very good partner."

"How about it, are you interested? I can put in a word with your supervisor and make an exception. As for the trainer qualification, you can retake the exam later, or go through our internal evaluation channels."

At this moment, the captain handed over a Green Poké Ball. "How about it, Officer Wang? Ask this hero who rid us of evil spirits what he thinks?"

Wang Cheng looked at Chou Chou Mud, and Chou Chou Mud also "stared" at him, making an expectant "beep" sound.

Wang Cheng recalled the past few days together and Lin Dao's words, and a surge of emotion welled up in his heart.

He took the Poké Ball, took a deep breath, and walked up to Muk.

"Grimer, I—I might not be a great trainer, and I don't have any special skills. But if you don't mind, would you like to come with me? We can learn together and improve together. I promise, as long as I have something to eat, I'll never let you go hungry!"

Muk let out a cheerful cry and voluntarily bumped into the Poké Ball in Wang Cheng's hand.

A flash of red light, and the subjugation process went exceptionally smoothly.

The Poké Ball, after releasing a burst of steam to signal its success, landed completely still on the ground.

"Great!" After Wang Cheng picked up the Poké Ball, a round of applause broke out in the room.

Zhang Xiaoling and her family also stepped forward and sincerely thanked Wang Cheng and Chou Chou Ni, thanking them for not only solving their problem but also eliminating a fatal hidden danger.

The live broadcast ended in a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Lin Dao looked at the final frame on the screen—Wang Cheng holding a Poké Ball and smiling like a child—and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"It seems that tonight's video call not only solved a problem, but also fostered a wonderful connection."

Lin Dao summarized to the camera.

"A reminder to everyone: when encountering Pokémon-related issues, please be patient and understanding. Congratulations to Officer Wang Cheng—no, I should call him Trainer Wang Cheng now. We look forward to hearing more good news from you and Muk in the future."

"Alright, friends, it's really getting late."

That's all for tonight's live stream. We'll see you again tomorrow and the day after at 8 PM, barring any unforeseen circumstances. Goodnight everyone, get some rest.

This was not only a successful crisis intervention and science popularization live broadcast, but also a vivid and perfect demonstration of how humans and Pokémon can create win-win or even multi-win situations through understanding and cooperation.

Inside the conference room of the "Poké Ball Building" in New City, Lin Dao turned off the equipment and let out a soft sigh of relief.

Pikachu jumped onto the table, patted his arm, and barked "Pika pika," seemingly happy about the satisfactory resolution of the evening.

"Yes, it's a nice night." Lin Dao patted Pikachu's head and looked out the window at the peaceful night view of Xinyuan City.