Elf: Opening plan flashing golden monster

Chapter 1 Am I an Undercover Agent?

I... am an undercover agent?

Mingzheng stared blankly at the blacked-out computer screen in front of the desk, and his brain seemed to shut down as well.

I'm Mingzheng?

But it doesn't seem like that Mingzheng?

In his mind, the memories belonging to the original body were still flashing rapidly.

Played until he had just turned off the computer before it was over.

Join Team Rocket...

Show off your computer talent...

Become an intelligence officer...

Dispatch to the Sinnoh region...

Get the elf Caracalla?

Caracalla! ! !

Mingzheng subconsciously touched the back of his waist, and a spherical object the size of a pigeon egg was held in his hand.

Red at the top and white at the bottom, a black dividing line in the middle, and a white round button extending from it.

Very light, yet strong.

Poké Ball! ! !
His pupils dilated, and his right index finger subconsciously pressed the white round button.

The next moment, the elf ball suddenly became bigger, just enough to be held in one hand!
I am!

Mingzheng squeezed the poke ball tightly, but didn't dare to press the white round button again.

According to the memory of the original body, if you press it again, the elves in the elf ball will be released.

And in this elf ball, the inhabitant is the original body's only elf partner...

Caracalla!

So I'm time-traveling?Resurrect the dead?Or Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly?
Mingzheng has complicated complexion, just now, he seems to have become the Mingzheng of the elf world.

According to memory, he pressed and held the white round button on the poke ball for three seconds, and the poke ball returned to the size of a pigeon egg, and he was buckled back into his belt again.

For the time being, Mingzheng doesn't dare...or doesn't know how to face Caracalla.

Rubbing his swollen brain, Mingzheng began to re-observe the surrounding environment.

In the small and cluttered warehouse, a dim desk lamp shines on an ordinary computer.

But he now knew that by entering a special power-on password, this ordinary office computer could gain access to Team Rocket's independent system platform.

Rockets...

Mingzheng smacked his lips, as if his start was not very good.

Not a direct descendant of the Elf Alliance, let alone the initial elves of the Yusan Family.

Even if he joins the awesome Rockets team, he is just a low-level personnel who has just received Caracalla, which is almost equivalent to no combat power.

Moreover, the Poké Balls were not even hot, so they were dispatched to the Sinnoh area, and opened a family with the captain Yusaku...

Ramen shop?
Ming Zheng has a strange expression, and the memory of the original body overlaps with the reality. He is now in the warehouse of this ramen shop, conducting a login test of the independent system of the Rockets, so as to facilitate the transmission of information to the organization later.

dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door, and at the same time the voice of Captain Yuzuo came from outside the door.

"Have you finished debugging, Mingzheng?"

Mingzheng's heart tightened, but he was extremely thankful that he inherited the memory of his original body and knew who was outside the door.

The door was opened, and Mingzheng showed a respectful expression on his face at the right time.

"Captain, the system has been tested and can be used at any time!"

"Well, the efficiency is good. It was indeed right to apply to bring you here at that time!"

The ordinary-looking Xiongzuo patted Mingzheng on the shoulder with a look of relief.

Ming showed a humble expression on the front, but the memory of the original body flashed again in his mind.

The original Mingzheng is also hiding his clumsiness!
Just now in the warehouse, the original body only took 5 minutes to complete the system debugging, but still dawdled for 10 minutes.

Then he "appeared" by himself, and dawdled for a while.

As far as this is concerned, it is considered efficient in the eyes of Yusaku.

"Let's go, the ramen shop will open soon. Although you are not allowed to make ramen soup, you still have to do cleaning and moving goods at the beginning..."

Yusaku raised his eyebrows, and Mingzheng naturally understood what he meant.

Otherwise, it will be easy to expose.

"Well, I listen to the boss." Mingzheng changed his words accordingly.

"Hahahahaha, that's right, I'll call it that from now on!"

He is very satisfied with Ming Zheng's change in title, and secretly said that he is a clever subordinate.

When a new store opens, the most indispensable thing is all kinds of chores.

Mingzheng was working silently while digesting Yuan's memory.

He found a lot of important information, but he never found any memory related to the original work.

That is to say...

Stupid thing hasn't traveled yet?
All kinds of big events haven't started yet?
Isn't Qixi Blue Bird a traitor to the Dragon Clan?
Gulardo can't fly yet?

Of course, it is also possible that the elf world he is in is not the elf world in the original animation.

Time travel is available, and parallel worlds are not unacceptable.

Until dinner time, Mingzheng finally had a moment to rest.

"I worked hard today, and I will recruit people tomorrow.

You can do your own business after opening, now I will show you a hand! "

After the captain Yusaku finished speaking, he walked into the kitchen confidently.

Maybe it was because he was dispatched abroad, and there was only Mingzheng, a close friend, by his side.

Or to better adapt to the camouflage, Xiong Zuo doesn't have the captain's airs at all.

But Mingzheng looked at his eager eyes, and always felt that Yusaku simply wanted to be a ramen chef.

snort snort snort~
good to eat!

The mellow and delicious tonkotsu soup, the chewy and smooth ramen, Mingzheng eats so much that there is not even a soup base left, and even the fear of arriving here has subsided a lot.

"It's delicious! I think back then..."

Xiong Zuo looked at Ming Zheng cheerfully, as if he remembered something, but in the end he just shook his head and didn't say much.

"Big-mouthed bat, Lada, eat more, too."

Listening to Yusaku's words, Mingzheng subconsciously looked at the two elves beside him.

With a big mouth open, a big-mouthed bat that could swallow his head.

The front teeth flickered coldly, and the Lada who opened his mouth could bite his neck off.

At this moment, the two elves were staying beside Xiongzuo obediently, eating the energy cubes specially prepared for them.

"They're pretty good!" Yusaku said proudly.

He was able to become the squad leader and be sent back to his hometown, thanks to Lada and the big-mouthed bat.

"Well, the boss' elf is very powerful!"

Different from the original book, the original body's memory has a relatively clear rating and definition of the strength of elves.

Just born and unable to fight are juveniles.

Only after passing through the infancy period can one formally enter the scope of grade assessment.

Initial, excellent, senior, elite, owner, quasi-king, king, champion...

This is the recognized rating in the elf world.

The big-mouthed bat and Lada of the male works are both elite.

You must know that the average strength of the top 16 is only at the elite level in the league competition where each region can only participate in eight badges.

"Where's your Caracalla, won't you let it out for dinner?"

Mingzheng was taken aback, but under Yusaku's suspicious gaze, he silently took out the poke ball.

You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime.

After an afternoon of buffering, Mingzheng has slowly accepted the status quo, and there is even a little excitement in his heart that he has not noticed.

Double-tap the poke ball to open it.

A red light flashed, and a small Caracalla appeared in front of Ming Front.

Quiet, indifferent, lonely.

He was obviously still a child, but Caracalla seemed to have seen through the world of mortals, and his eyes did not waver.

Of course, he also ignored Ming Zheng who looked at him curiously.

Mingzheng was still observing Caracalla carefully, and the sense of unreality in his heart gradually fell.

It is only 20 centimeters tall, with a khaki body but a milky white belly, and a white skull that is too big for it, which looks uncoordinated.

The small bone stick in his hand is very small, but it is Caracalla's most advantageous weapon.

How should I put it...it's a little cute!

　Start again, please advise!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)