Pokémon, Inkaros, my starter Pokémon

"What are they going to do?!"

"I don't know! What happened?"

The crowd gasped in surprise, and the commotion intensified.

But the sharp-eyed Tokito, Satoshi, and the others immediately noticed the conspicuous letter representing evil on the uniforms of these men in black—

“R”!

"It's Team Rocket!"

Ash was the first to shout angrily; he was all too familiar with the symbol.

"Team Rockets?! What are they doing here?!" Xiaoxia's face paled instantly.

Xiao Gang: "This situation... looks very bad."

Unlike the usual minor skirmishes involving Jessie, Kojiro, and Meowth, this time they were confronted by dozens of expressionless, fierce-looking, and well-trained Team Rocket members. They stood solemnly and disciplinedly, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Team Rocket?! That evil organization that commits all sorts of heinous crimes in the Kanto region?"

"Why are they here?!"

"It's over...we're surrounded!"

When the name "Rockets" spread among the panicked crowd, panic spread like a plague.

In the eyes of the Kanto residents, Team Rocket is an evil organization that uses Pokémon from around the world for nefarious schemes to make money. They commit various misdeeds, such as stealing other people's Pokémon and harming Pokémon. The red "R" is their symbol.

"Seriously, I just wanted to have a peaceful vacation and this happened..."

Shi Dou sighed helplessly at the sudden turn of events, then subconsciously raised his phone and saw that the signal bars were empty.

"The signal was blocked. It was definitely the Rockets' doing."

At this moment, all the Team Rocket members had completed their encirclement. They threw out Poké Balls, all of them containing formidable Poison-type Pokémon such as Arbok, Weezing, and Zubat!

The hissing of venomous snakes, the sound of leaking gas, and the ultrasonic disturbances in the air intertwined to create a scene of utter despair.

The guests and trainers were forced to retreat, huddled together, their faces filled with fear. Some of their Pokémon cowered behind their trainers, too afraid to approach.

Just as the atmosphere of despair reached its peak, a clear, unhurried footstep came from the entrance of the hall.

The Team Rocket members in the encirclement automatically parted to make way for Lance, who, with his dark green hair and black executive uniform, and that signature... yet chilling smile, slowly walked to the front of the crowd.

"papapa~"

Lance clapped his hands lightly, drawing everyone's attention, and then began his opening remarks in a respectful but emotionless voice:

"Good evening, distinguished guests. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Lance, currently serving as an officer in Team Rocket. I sincerely apologize for interrupting your enjoyment of this wonderful sea voyage."

Lance's gaze slowly swept over the terrified crowd, as if admiring his prey.

"We have no intention of harming any of you here. Team Rocket's purpose has always been very simple: to 'collect' something of value. For example, those Pokémon around you with unlimited potential."

"Therefore, I humbly request that you all 'voluntarily' hand over all your Poké Balls and cooperate with us to complete this small 'collection' task. In this way, we guarantee that you can wait safely for rescue and continue your unfinished journey."

At this point, Langston paused, his smile deepening, but his eyes suddenly turned sharp and cold, and his voice lowered, carrying a blatant threat:

"Of course, if any of you... are unwilling to cooperate, or attempt some futile resistance, then I and my colleagues will probably have to resort to some... rather 'rough' methods to help you make the 'correct' choice. If this leads to any unpleasant consequences, that is not what I want."

"Now, please make your decision."

For a moment, all the people present looked at each other in bewilderment and remained silent.

However, at that moment, a richly dressed, pot-bellied businessman stepped forward, his face flushed with anger. Clearly, he was used to a life of luxury and could not tolerate such coercion.

"You lawless thugs, do you know who I am? How dare you run wild on the St. Anne! You are openly provoking the Pokémon League, and the League will never let you get away with this!"

The businessman pointed at Lance and condemned him vehemently, trying to intimidate him with his status and alliance.

However, what responded to him was the instantaneous disappearance of Lance's gentle smile.

The Rockets' manager's expression changed abruptly, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, turning cold and ferocious. He didn't even give an order, but simply tilted his head slightly.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As if receiving a silent command, the Arbok beside him suddenly darted out. Their target was not the entrepreneur himself, but the Growlithe that was trying to protect its owner!

"Woof-!"

Growlithe only had time to let out a short wail before it was hit by several Arbok using Poison Sting and Crunch simultaneously, instantly collapsing to the ground with an unhealthy purple aura appearing on its body, clearly indicating poisoning and severe injury!

"My Growlithe!"

The entrepreneur screamed in terror.

But that wasn't the end of it. Several ferocious Team Rocket soldiers rushed forward and, without saying a word, began punching and kicking the entrepreneur.

Chapter 54 Lance: Are you kidding me? The Elf from Space (2 words)

"what!"

"stop fighting!"

"Help!"

Screams and pleas for mercy rang out. Moments later, the entrepreneur who had been so righteous just moments before was lying on the ground, bruised and battered, groaning in pain, unable to utter another word.

The entire process was swift, ruthless, and precise, without the slightest hesitation, fully demonstrating the efficiency and cruelty of the Rockets' actions.

"what--!"

The surrounding crowd erupted in terrified screams, especially the women and children, who trembled with fear and retreated in a huddled mass. Any lingering hope or thought of resistance that had remained was utterly crushed in that instant.

The coldness on Lance's face vanished instantly, and he returned to his polite, gentlemanly demeanor. He even took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, as if he hadn't been the one who ordered the attack.

"Please don't be afraid. As long as you cooperate, we will not harm you."

Lance spoke gently, but his voice still carried that chilling politeness.

When he saw that some people were still trying to secretly make calls for help, he just smiled contemptuously and called out a warning:

"Oh, by the way, just a heads-up. To avoid unnecessary trouble, we've blocked all signals. And right now, the Saint Anne is sailing in uninhabited waters far from its course. Even if the Alliance receives the distress signal now, it will probably be a long time before they arrive."

"So, the rest is simple. All you need to do is hand over all your Poké Balls, cooperate with us, and wait for this to be over. It's better for everyone this way."

"Impossible! If we give you all the Poké Balls, we won't even be able to protect ourselves. Who knows what you might do..."

A young trainer shouted, his neck stiff.

However, before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed in Lance's eyes.

"Maniura".

A dark shadow darted out from behind Lance like a ghost!

It was a Mavila with fierce eyes and sharp, scythe-like claws.

This Weavile was incredibly fast. Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes. The trainer's Charizard didn't even have time to react before it was struck hard in a vital spot by the Weavile and sent flying, crashing to the ground and immediately losing its ability to battle.

Without pausing, Weavile appeared in front of the trainer in an instant, its gleaming claws already pressed lightly, yet with a deadly threat, against his throat!

The trainer froze instantly, his face turning deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down his face, and even his breathing stopped.

He could clearly feel the coldness and sharpness emanating from the claws.

Lance gave a wicked smile and said, "It seems there are still some people who don't understand our current situation. The claws of the Weavile are very sharp. If you dare to say 'no' again, I think it would be happy to help you... shut up forever."

The fear of death was like ice water poured over their heads, completely shattering everyone's last psychological defenses.

"I'll give it! I'll give it! Please don't hurt me!"

"Here are the Poké Balls, you can have them all!"

"Take it! Please, don't lay a hand on me!"

The crowd broke down, crying, screaming, and trembling.

"Hahaha, if you're all afraid of dying, then put all your Poké Balls into these bags."

The burly Rockets member at the head of the group burst into laughter.

Shi Dou looked closely and realized that the other party was the man who had fought with him earlier.

Upon seeing this outfit, Tokito finally remembered.

Tatsumi is a member of Team Rocket and the captain of the R Project execution unit.

The red Gyarados first appeared in the Lake of Rage event.

After Ash and his friends discovered the red Gyarados suffering from the Evolution Wave, Tatsumi declared that he would not let them leave and sent out a Pidgeotto to battle. However, Lance arrived in time, and the Pidgeotto was defeated by Lance's Dragonite.

Later, the Angry Lake branch base in Kagi Town was destroyed by the Dodo. Tatsumi sent two Finch to fight Lorikeet, who defeated him. Finally, Officer Jenny arrested him.

Tatsumi is a cunning person who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He provides Jessie, Kojiro, and Meowth with free food in exchange for their participation in the plan to capture the red Gyarados. In reality, he only wants the trio to lure the Gyarados to the lake, and he doesn't care what happens to his Pokémon.

did not expect……

The other party will disguise themselves as a guest of the St. Anne to attend the trainer banquet, presumably to select powerful Pokémon through battles and then plunder them.

The crowd rushed to throw their Poké Balls into the bag that Team Rocket's grunts had opened.

"That's right. You see, when we cooperate, things become much simpler, and everyone can stay safe and sound."

Seeing the Poké Balls surging in like a tide, Lance smiled with satisfaction and laughed heartily.

However, just as the crowd despairingly handed over their Poké Balls and the atmosphere reached its most oppressive point, a voice filled with indomitable will suddenly rang out:

"I will never allow you to steal other people's Pokémon like this. Pikachu, show them our power, Thunderbolt!"

It's Ash!

While the Team Rocket members were focused on collecting Poké Balls, Ash suddenly pointed at a Zubat hovering nearby!

"Pikachu!!!"

Pikachu attacked instantly, golden electricity erupting from its body and striking the Zubat precisely. The Zubat screamed and crashed to the ground, billowing black smoke.

"Ash!!"

Xiaoxia exclaimed, "What a hot-blooded idiot! The other side has more people and is stronger. It's too dangerous to fight them head-on now!"

But Ash had already made his move, there was no turning back! Misty gritted her teeth and immediately made a decision, "Staryu, Water Gun support!"

The brown starfish began spraying water, repelling a Radamanthys that attacked from the side.

Brock reacted just as quickly, throwing out a Poké Ball and shouting, "Grapple, use Rock Throw!"

A massive boulder crashed down from the void, striking several giant bats and gas bombs, rendering them incapable of fighting.

Inspired by Ash's courage, Sundae shouted:

"Gararar, attack! Use the bone boomerang!"

The spinning bone boomerang instantly hit several Arbok. Ground type is super effective against poison type, and the low-level Viper fell down and lost its ability to fight in an instant.

"We will absolutely not surrender our friends and partners!!!"

Ash shouted!

Seeing that some people, especially a few teenagers, were leading the resistance, some trainers in the crowd who still had a fighting spirit were also ignited. Protests and curses rang out again, and some even tried to snatch back their Poké Balls.

The situation, which had just stabilized, spiraled out of control in an instant.

Lance was so enraged that veins bulged on his forehead, his perfect gentlemanly mask shattered once more, and he growled through clenched teeth, "A bunch of stupid fools who don't know their own mortality! Since you're asking for death, then so be it! Everyone, attack! Take them all down!"

"Yes!"

Team Rocket members immediately commanded their respective Pokémon, such as Arbok, Weezing, and Zubat, to swarm forward!

In an instant, the lights of various moves flashed wildly in the hall, and the sounds of explosions, collisions, shouts, and Pokémon screams filled the air, plunging the place into a complete melee!

The most eye-catching of them all is Lance's Mavila!

Weavile was as fast as a ghost, turning into a black lightning bolt as it weaved through the crowd. Every time its sharp claws swung out, a Pokémon that tried to resist would fall down with a scream, almost always killing it with a single blow!

The existence of Weavile is like the scythe of death, ruthlessly reaping the power of resistance.

Lance's icy gaze instantly locked onto the boy who had led the rebellion and was commanding Pikachu. He roared angrily, "It's that brat, isn't it? Weavile, take care of that Pikachu first!"

Weavile's crimson eyes immediately turned to Ash and Pikachu, its figure flickered, and then it vanished from the spot as if it had teleported away.

"Pickup!!!"