Pokemon’s Fifth Elite

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Luther stood up, leaving Tropius to continue healing, and he came to Cynthia and the others.

“Zero is not dead.”

Luther’s words made Cynthia eyes shrank, and Elite Four looked at Luther with incredible eyes.

You should know that Taxus was “sacrificed to duty” by everyone, and the body was grayed out. Didn’t it die?

Cynthia understood immediately and asked urgently: “Who is number zero!”

There is a mansion on the outskirts of Sunnycore City, 30 kilometers away.

In the study room on the second floor of the mansion, an old man dressed in a suit and a thin body looked at the monitors near the hotel, got up slowly, and looked out the window without saying a word.

During the video call, his confidant was asking about the next step, but he didn’t get an answer.

“Don’t to act blindly without thinking for now, so be it.”

The old man’s words were successfully conveyed, and the video call was hung up.

Head Zero held the wine glass and sighed deeply. Sitting in the darkness, he smiled bitterly and drank it in one go.

There are no further plans.

The failure of this beheading operation already means that Alliance will be more vigilant, and there will be no such opportunities.

The 20-year plan, only for today, has failed.

Those who go out are all elites of Mob, and their confidants have failed to get things done, which means that their information has been leaked.

Although I don’t know which link has the problem, it doesn’t matter.

After all, he has no chance to remedy it.

Number Zero heard a few Pokemon roars and sky-splitting sound, smiled and stood up, as the host’s posture, came to the guardrail of the 2-Layer stairs and looked down at the mansion gate.

Luther, Cynthia, Flint, Aaron, Lucian, and Bertha walked into the hall under the protection of Pokemon.

Standing under the warm Yellow light of the crystal chandelier, everyone raised their heads and looked at the calm expression of Head Zero on the second floor.

“It’s so late, everyone from the Sinnoh Alliance is visiting together. It seems that things are not trivial.” Head Zero walked down the stairs slowly.

On the way here, neither Cynthia nor Elite Four could believe what Luther said.

They are more willing to believe that this is Evergreen clinging to death and wanting to bite people.

However, when Luther counted all the things, and used the computer to open the USB flash drive that Evergreen gave to Luther, everyone was horrified.

Until the moment they stepped into the door of the mansion, everyone still had doubts.

But seeing that person’s look and posture, everyone’s last doubt disappeared.

People have been searching for more than 20 years. The founder of Mob, who is hidden in the shadow of Kalos, Sinnoh, and Hoenn, turned out to be a well-known person.

For Interpol, he is highly respected.

He is a good lobbyist for each Region Alliance, and his eloquence contributed to the establishment of Interpol.

As far as Luther is concerned, he once gave Luther a piece of advice to stay away from Nerium because she is poisonous. Although this warning has become ridiculous because of Nerium’s gradual transformation, it is an old man’s best reminder to Junior.

Evergreen had only one thing to say to Luther.

Whoever advocates holding a high-level gathering of Sinnoh Alliance tonight is number zero.

The initiator and inviter of the gathering, Greste, one of the 9 Interpol Supervisors.

Greste pulled a chair from somewhere, sat on the middle of the stairs, and looked at Luther and the others with a scornful smile.

Cynthia held his forehead and suppressed his anger, and said, “When Luther told me that you were the zero leader, I used to think he was cracking a joke.”

“You are one of the 9 Supervisors of Interpol. Even if Interpol has long been out of your control, you still have high prestige, status, reputation, connections, everything you want, nothing lacks…”

“A person who lacks nothing will think about spending time with the dregs of the sewer when his brain is sick.”

Greste interrupted Cynthia, and lightly said, “I am the head of Mob.”

“Mob was established by me. It spans 20 years and penetrates Hoenn, Kalos, Sinnoh, and part of Unova Region.”

The last glimmer of the people’s illusion was directly shattered by Greste’s resolute words.

“Luther’s parents were designed by me to kill, Booster was funded by me for research, and the underground laboratory was blown up by me, this is the answer… are you satisfied?”

“why!”

Bertha roared.

“Just for those broken Boosters, do you want power so much?”

“Desire to by fair means or foul, eager to ignore the pain of those Pokemon, and must be in order to hurt them by that power!”

Luther had never seen Bertha show such a terrifying expression. Every time she saw Bertha, she was always serene, smiling kindly.

Bertha asked what everyone wanted to ask.

The position is as detached as Greste, what is the need to do such an angry thing.

How many Pokemon died due to the Mob experiment these years, it is impossible to count.

Just for Booster, just to fight Alliance?

Greste is one of the 9 Interpol Supervisors. Does he know how strong Alliance’s military force is?

Since the establishment of Alliance, the organization challenging the order of the Alliance has not appeared, but none of them can shake the Alliance.

Greste slowly got up from his chair, staring coldly at everyone.

“You want to know why, then I will tell you, I want to change the Alliance.”

“I want to open a new future, I want higher rights, realize my ambitions, and use the power of Pokemon to lead mankind forward instead of standing still.”

“Alliance blocked my footsteps, so I need him to disappear.”

“Not just the Sinnoh Alliance, but all the Autonomous Alliance of Regions, I want them to change!”

Greste’s deep voice made everyone have one’s hair stand on end.

This is his naked ambition, and his actions tonight have proved that he is implementing it.

“Your Boosters are just tattered ones. You don’t think those things can overthrow the Alliance, do you?”

Cynthia grinned back.

Greste also laughed.

“I’m not a idiot like Taxus who thinks he can challenge you after the appearance of Type 3 Booster. They don’t know how strong Alliance is, or how strong your group is, but I know very well.”

“Type 3 Booster?” Greste sneered. “Even the Type 30 Booster may fail in front of you. Military force is just the dumbest way to deal with Alliance.”

“And that correct route, I won’t tell you.” Greste waved his hand, “I will leave this opportunity to future generations so that you can’t defend it.”

Greste, who knew he was losing everything, laughed at everyone with his madness.

Luther watched coldly, sighed, shook the bottle of medicine in his hand, and took a step forward.

“Booster cannot overthrow the Alliance by military force, but it can sway the people inside the Alliance and cause them to disagree.”

“Booster is a ideological weapon, right?”

Greste’s laughter solidified, and he slowly looked sideways, watching Luther walk in front of everyone.

Luther looked up at Greste on the steps, but there was nothing but indifference and disdain in his eyes.

“You are not so pure. What leads progress and what leads humanity forward is also an excuse.”

“I’ll expose your face.”

Greste glared at Luther’s eyes with bloodshot eyes.

“Is immortality really so capable of Captivate for you?”