I'm Really Not a Pokémon

"Stand still! What people?"

Two Pokémon Hunters standing in front of a camp gate stopped five guys in black cloaks.

One of the guards stepped forward and reached for the hood on his cloak. The other, on the other hand, grabbed the Pokéball at his waist, ready to fight.

Yet the other didn't give him a chance to remove his own hood.

For he removed his own cloak himself. Revealing a swarthy face, it was none other than whichever KalosPokémon Hunter was one of the four great men of the organization.

The guard's hand, which was raised and ready to lift his hood, was lowered, and he asked with a grim look on his face, "Who are you people?"

The big man waved his hand towards the back, whereupon three more people lifted their own hoods, and then said to the guard in a cold voice, "We are the people sent by Kalos Pokémon HunterLeague to assist you in this event."

As he spoke on his side, the guard slightly behind him was already calling for confirmation. When the guard in front turned back to yes, the guard in the back nodded to signal that it was indeed true.

After the guard in front nodded towards his companion, he turned his head again and pointed at the one who still hadn't taken off his hood and asked, "Why doesn't that guy show his face?"

The one who hadn't taken off his hood didn't make a sound, while the big man who was conversing with the guard, stared viciously at the guard, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

As soon as the words fell, the other three big men behind them also each put their hands on their waist Pokéballs, seemingly ready to fight.

The two guards once again looked at each other, and the guards in the back once again began their questioning.

This time it took significantly longer, but the guards were still given the order to allow the release, so the guards in front retreated to their positions.

"Five, please."

The big man grunted coldly and waved his hand once more, and the three big men behind him also withdrew their hands. The shorter cloaked man still didn't make any movements, just very calmly surrounded by the four big men then walked into this camp in the middle of the dense forest.

The four big men looked at the surrounding Guandu Pokémon Hunter full of malicious spying on them, quite a feeling of entering a dragon's den.

Only the man in the middle remained calm. Although he didn't show his face, it was clear from his head that he was looking at the entire camp. Rather than spying, he was more like admiring. One can't help but sigh that this guy is really bold. You have to know that the Pokémon Hunters are in a very sensitive state at this time, and any slight disturbance will cause them to attack violently. Although everyone has always been a little bit cautious, this kind of direct confrontation with the League is really the first time.

Given the danger and subsequent repercussions, the Pokémon Hunters involved in this matter either had great trust in this Pokémon Hunter leader, or were crazy enough to harbor great malice towards League.

These two kinds of people were not stable guys, and apart from these two kinds of people, basically no one who could still see the form would participate. Being on the Blacklist doesn't matter, Pokémon Hunter is basically a target of a severe crackdown. But being on the Most Wanted list is another matter.

Who wants to go out and be pointed out by others, "Look, this guy's head is worth a lot of money"? This wasn't the world of One Piece.

With the four big men escorting them, they soon arrived at the big tent where the leader of the Pokémon Hunter was located in the Kanto region.

The two guards at the door made another inquiry, and when asked about the identity of the man in the center, the four of them continued to make a gesture of "If you ask again, we'll fight". One of the guards made another inquiry, and after getting the consent of the chief inside the tent, the five of them were able to enter the tent after being searched for all of the Pokéballs on their bodies. The tent.

The tent was large but unadorned, and a lanky middle-aged man with centipede-shaped scars on his face sat on a chair woven from the vine skills of a grass-based Pokémon, looking at the four with a shadowy gaze.

"As I recall, Chief Delgado of the Kalos region said that only four people were given to me as aid, so... what's up with this fifth one?" The scar-faced man opened his mouth to inquire in a flat tone.

He didn't really care if there was one more person coming. He also knew that Delgado's biggest goal in sending four more people was actually to monitor whether or not there were actually benefits to be gained. Once it was determined that there were benefits, then Delgado would shake his fat tail fin like a shark that smelled blood and come here with his bloody mouth open to tear down his benefits.

But he did not care, a single goal really reached, then Delgado much dare to come, he dared to let Delgado much have no return. So the people in front of him were just a few corpses that could still move. It didn't matter who they were. As for it being someone from the League... that didn't occur to them. Because the secrecy of the whole thing was still guaranteed. They didn't realize that everyone in the Kalos region, had fallen into the net.

More importantly... he kind of wanted League to come in and knock down the camp...

As a mid-level cadre of Team Rocket, he also had a strong dislike for these unorganized and undisciplined Pokémon Hunters, not to mention that if the League sent strong men to knock down this camp, it would prove that the League hadn't found out about Nobuhide's existence... the plan could still go ahead, and it would be even more stealthy! .

The shorter black-robed man laughed softly before removing his hood, revealing a handsome face.

This man was, naturally, Rope.

"How do you do, Mr. Chief. My name is Holland, the Pokémon researcher who volunteered to assist."

The scar-faced man remained indifferent, "I haven't heard of you, and your existence is, well, suspicious..."

Rope smiled and shook his head, "The name of that pot is Prison Bottle, right? You seem to be, like, hiding something from us?"

When this live came out, it was like a bolt from the blue, shocking the scar-faced man.

How did he know about Prison Bottle, and what was he? Had that Delgado guy found out?

Looking at his expression, Rope relieved, "Chief, don't worry, that fat bastard Delgado doesn't know about this."

Upon hearing this, the scar-faced man looked at Rope more vigilantly and asked in a cold voice, "What do you want?"

"Hoopa's power is not controllable, Mr. Chief. I don't know how you know the relevant information about Prison Bottle, but as a Mythology researcher who has studied Hoopa for more than ten years. I consider myself to know more about it than an amateur like you. I am able to control Hoopa, or, let you control Hoopa."

Rope said in a sincere but compelling tone.

"Your... purpose..." the scar-faced man said, his face returning to a cold but no longer rejecting tone when he saw how well he was talking.

"All four here are my men... my purpose... the Pokémon Hunter leader of the Kalos region... how about that?"

Rope had a wide smile on his face, his eyes became two curved slits with a greedy glint running through them.