Pokemon’s Fifth Elite

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While Luther and Miya slept, Greystone covered in mud came out of the woods near Mt. Coronet.

The night was silent, and the needles fell.

Half of Greystone’s face was muddy. He got rid of Interpol’s tracking not long ago, and this time, he can clearly perceive that the tail behind him has been completely thrown off.

Under the misty moonlight, Greystone saw the river glowing with Moonlight, took off his dirty clothes, released Pokemon in one breath, and threw his clothes into the river.

The water of the river in winter was chilly, but Greystone couldn’t feel it.

He just felt a fire burning all over his body, and that fire made Greystone hardly feel cold.

Mechanically scrubbing some tattered clothes in the water to wash away the dirt on his body, and then let each Pokemon take a shower. When he returned to the shore, when the cold wind blew, Greystone finally felt a deep chill.

The dead branches picked up by Heilujia were stacked on the Ground, Flamethrower lit them, Greystone, Strength, Ludicolo, and Magnezon surrounded the bonfire, looking at each other speechlessly.

It is estimated that my arrest warrant has been transmitted to various Alliances and transferred to the Region police station. My identity should have been linked to criminals.

Greystone gave a sorrowful laugh, and the fire in his heart suddenly surged up with the floating flames before his eyes, and He Lujia’s voice calmed him down a little.

Black Luga and Grumpig collected some Berry from nearby, and Greystone and Pokemon gobbled them up.

After the winter, the speed of finding food on his own became slower and slower, and there was very little Berry left in the place where the cold wind swept.

It was so hungry that Greystone conquered Grompig, hoping to find more food through him who inhabited this land.

This method has worked, every time in the most difficult time, Grumpig always surprises Greystone.

Seeing the Pokemon’s fierce eating, Greystone, a man who has been determined all his life, suddenly got a sore nose. He stood up, walked to the river, and yelled into the distance.

“You all can’t die!”

The wind took away Greystone’s anger and those irritable words. I don’t know if he felt Greystone’s anger. Nerium, who was sitting in the security department working overtime, shuddered.

She looked towards the dark window, stood up and stretched.

The hands of the clock on the wall point to two o’clock exactly.

Nerium returned to Interpol’s daily routine, which was no different from the past, processing work, viewing file content, and analyzing various possible connections.

She never told anyone that she had a recording of Karen in her hand. Karen’s conversation with Luther in the room became a secret between them.

There is a person in Interpol who can send messages to Karen. Considering the speed of each news leak, this person is definitely not simple.

The funding issue that Mob is not worried about at all makes Nerium keenly aware that this is not a group of rootless waters, they have taken root in secret.

Her sense of smell has always been good, and there should be only one or two insiders in Interpol.

Those who couldn’t hide their feet before have been sent to prison, but what still remains is definitely a big fish.

So she worked harder than before, because her time is running out.

It’s already November, and the Lily of the Valley Conference will be held in mid-July next year, and the permissions will be withdrawn 7 months in advance… I only have half a year.

He and Diantha left with them and went to the hospital for an examination after returning to their daily routine.

The doctor told her that this time, her body looked much better than before.

Nerium knows where his problem lies. He is overworked and sick. If he can rest for a period of time, his body will be much taller.

The half a month that Luther and them acted together was her most relaxed day in these years. Although she was stained with a little blood-reeking qi, she never felt comfortable and at ease.

This is a nostalgic and gentle gentleness that makes people fall. Nerium quickly abandoned this feeling and used the heavy work pressure to dispel the obsession that followed.

Now is not the time to rest, I must race against the clock to find out the interpol’s internal rapes before the Alliance, and then find Evergreen…

Even if I couldn’t find the rape before the deadline and didn’t bring Evergreen to justice, I could comfort myself, “I have worked hard,” and then start a new life.

Interpol has three names in life. Before entering, when taking office, and after leaving office, each name represents a new life.

Diantha persuaded herself that she should let go of Evergreen.

It’s time to let go, Diantha always makes sense, but not now… wait, wait another half a year.

Her future colleague, Diantha’s manager, Minami, has already customized her uniform. After trying it on, Minami looked at her face for a long time, which made Nerium a little flustered, thinking that she would not like the senior who works in the future.

Minami’s words are very tactful.

“I will give you the skin care and beauty products. Diantha will use it again. The effect is good. I heard Diantha said that you often stay up late. Staying up late is not good for your skin. Take care of it.”

After dreaming back at midnight, Nerium woke up from the nightmare looking in the mirror and finally discovered the cruel fact that she was no longer young.

At the age of 28 years old, how many people have already married, have their own children, and live happily every day.

After the silence, she would close the door and cry under her quilt for a while.

She didn’t want anyone to see her weakest side, even her own Pokemon, the appearance of such a scene would only worry the Pokemon.

When I was a child, I heard that many fairy tales, all of which allude to the truth, that all hardships come with willingness, and good people get rewarded.

Nerium didn’t think she was a good person, but she had suffered that many hardships herself, and she could catch the hand that Diantha stretched out in half a year.

This time she will never let go again.

She doesn’t know how much strength it takes to grasp her own happiness, but if she has to have a measurement unit, she is willing to give everything for herself.

She owed herself too much Pokemon.

She missed the moment when Metapod evolved Beedrill because of her work.

It took 3 days before Ninetales was sick at home to find out.

In order to wait for her who has not returned home for a long time, Haunter will guard by the door every night.

Since then, Nerium has always carried them.

She thought that putting them at home and giving them freedom of movement was what they wanted most, but then she realized that these Pokemon only wanted to be with herself.

I am so stupid to lead my life in a muddle-headed manner, I have to have them by my side, otherwise I can’t figure out what is wrong.

Lying on the chair, Ninetales’ big tail covered half of Nerium’s body, warm.

Haunter gently turned off the office light so that Nerium, who was suddenly sleepy, could rest well.

Beedrill was guarding in the darkness beside the elevator. His master needed a sense of security. No one gave her, only Beedrill.

Mantine lay down on Ground, arched, trying to correct Nerium’s posture to be more comfortable.

In the dream, Nerium could vaguely feel what the Pokemon were doing for her.

“This time… Give me a little more.”