I'm an elf mayor in the real world

Chapter 207 Poaching gang target elves
Doesn’t this solve it?

Chen Xizhou tilted his head and glanced, but said nothing.

At this time, silence is better than sound, and the effect of silence is more significant.

At Fang Ling's signal, Niu Dazhong opened the door of the detention room and let his Kati dog pick out all six elf balls.

"Nevertheless, I would like to trouble you to stay here for a while." Fang Ling put away the elf ball and shouted to the dark crow in the detention room, "If you have any needs, you can ask us. If we have a way to meet them, we will I will try my best to satisfy you.”

Taking the initiative to return stolen property can result in a lighter punishment within the legal scope, and the current behavior of the three dark crows meets the requirements.

However, the specific sentencing will not proceed until the rest of the poachers and elves are brought to justice, the law enforcement agencies complete the investigation, and the relevant departments review and prosecute.

"Yeah dong——"

The honest voice sounded along with the red light released by the elf ball, and six pink elves appeared in front of Chen Xizhou and Fang Ling.

Chen Xizhou looked at the Slowpoke in front of him, and then at the Slow King next to him.

He's actually the same race as you!
However, the tails of these six Slowpoke beasts were all broken off!
Why was it broken?
Chen Xizhou suddenly remembered that in the entry introduction of Slowpoke, their long tails were often broken off. This kind of tail that would naturally break and fall off was an easy-to-obtain and very valuable ingredient.

It can be inferred that the other party should have done this because of Slowpoke's tail.

However, did it fall off naturally or was it cut off artificially?

Chen Xizhou looked at the broken marks on Slowpoke's tail, and it was obvious which method the opponent used.

Fortunately, Slowpoke is insensitive and doesn't feel pain even if its tail is eaten, and won't even notice that it grows a new tail.

King Slowpoke made a detailed inspection of the six Slowpoke beasts and confirmed that they were not affected by the docking of their tails. Then he felt relieved and told Chen Xizhou the results.

Chen Xizhou's hanging heart was relieved.

At this moment, an idea suddenly came to Chen Xizhou's mind.

If we can train a few more Dumb Kings who can speak human language, it will definitely greatly improve the work efficiency of law enforcement bureaus, research institutes, and tree fruit laboratories.

The only question is, does every Slow King have the ability to speak human language?
"I'll take these Slowpoke away first. If you still need help, come to me in the office."

Chen Xizhou explained, used the Poké Ball to put away the Slowpoke, and got on the special car back to the town. The follow-up of this case will of course be continued by the General Law Enforcement Administration.

……

at the same time.

At the foot of Yangui Mountain, a meandering river passes through the forest, with clear waves rippling along the river banks, and the sunlight casting mottled light and shadow through the branches and leaves.

By the river, four poachers wearing shabby cloth and holding shotguns were painstakingly repairing their guns in preparation for rescue work.

Although the river water is clear, both sides of the river bank are deserted and extremely quiet. Only the occasional call of crows can be heard, making the river even more mysterious.

Water sources are often the safest places in the entire jungle, and the shores of water sources are also places where conflicts are prohibited by default for all elves.

I don't know if this rule is unique to the jungle of Langqi Island, or if it exists in the entire world. The thieves don't care, because it doesn't prevent them from using this rule to stay safe.

There are not a few elves quenching their thirst by the stream, but even the elves at the top and bottom of the food chain are in a state of silence.

For this group of outsiders, the wild elves here pretended not to see them.

The poachers did not and did not dare to disturb these water-drinking elves. They exchanged information with each other.

Obviously, they had already discussed the rescue plan.

The poachers have given up on the two companions in the city hospital, because as long as all the dark crows in the elf detention center can be rescued, the poaching operation can continue.

Suddenly, a crow elf wearing a big gentleman's hat flew out of the woods. It smoothed the white feathers on its chest with its wings, looked coldly at the four poachers under the tree, and while making a strange cry, it took out a pink tail from under its wings.

It's Slowpoke's tail.

I saw the crow elf flicking Slowpoke's tail into the air, then opening its beak, waiting for Slowpoke's tail to fall into its mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Although he swallowed the jujube wholeheartedly, the sweet taste oozing out from the end still made the crow elf unable to stop.

No!

Gotta get one more!
The crow elf took out a Slowpoke tail from under the other wing and enjoyed the delicious food in the same way.

The only bald man wearing a red headband was the leader of the theft gang. He stood up and asked the other members: "How are you, are you all ready?"

"All right!"

"My cock is so horny!"

"Okay."

The headband leader nodded, glanced at the crow elf on the tree, waved his hand and ordered: "Then let's go!"

As the poaching gang left, the burping crow elf began to follow leisurely. Another dark crow flew out of the tree behind it and followed behind. That was its little brother.

The poachers relied on the river beside them to not disturb the creatures in the forest. There was no doubt that as long as they acted cautiously, they could successfully rescue the three dark crows.

When the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a night of murder and arson.

At this time, the setting sun has fallen into the sea, Yangui Mountain is shrouded in a dark atmosphere, and the pace of the poachers is getting faster and faster.

"Boss, you've gained something!"

One of the pathfinding thieves suddenly gave a signal.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that it was a pink elf with a fat body.

If not Slowpoke, what kind of elf could it be?

What should we do now?
Everyone and the elves looked towards the headband leader, who needed to make a decision.

What does your gang do?

Why go to the detention center to rescue three dark crows?
Are Slowpoke worth the money?

Three self-questions directly caused the leader to change his original plan, and the team stopped where they were and started to make a new plan.

The Slowpoke not far away was sleeping on a protruding rock by the river, unaware that any danger was approaching.

This can't be blamed on this silly little elf.

The rule of "conflicts when water sources are still" is deeply rooted in the hearts of every wild elf in this forest. It does not feel that any danger will happen to it on the shore.

The headband leader made a plan with the team members, and the crow elf and his younger brother Dark Crow also patrolled the woods under the moonlight.

As long as you move quickly enough, this Slowpoke can be easily captured.

What the poaching team didn't notice was that where Slowpoke slept, there was a black figure with scarlet eyes lurking in the stream.

Will the target of this black shadow be Slowpoke?

(End of this chapter)