Pokémon Invasion Marvel

"Damn it, even the candles have turned into spirits!"

Mad Dog was surprised and swears unconsciously.

When he spoke, Emerson also noticed him.

"Mad dog, take someone inside to clean it up."

Looking at Aning, Emerson arranged for Mad Dog to clean up in the slaughterhouse.

Anyone can do this job, but Emerson has his own goals.

Originally, he planned to let Mad Dog experience the power of elves, but now this situation is obviously unrealistic.

This is the only way to show him sideways.

Things were just as Emerson expected. After the mad dog led people into the slaughterhouse, they were all shocked by the scene in front of them.

At a glance, shriveled cow carcasses are everywhere.

They were all present when the herd was driven in.

Those strong and strong bulls are all in their eyes.

But right now, all of them have turned into beef jerky.

Emerson only cares about the result, not the process. As long as the mad dog sees the scene inside, his goal has been achieved.

He turned to look at Wilson, who was beside him, and asked.

"Wilson, has your elf hatched yet?"

"I think it's coming soon. Recently, there is a feeling that he is about to come out of his shell."

Hearing Emerson's inquiry, Wilson thought of the elf egg he had placed in a stove, and said hesitantly.

"It will be soon. You have signed a contract with the elf inside, and you will feel it."

Emerson nodded knowingly, but still instructed Wilson.

"Don't leave during this time, stay by the side of the elf egg, and wait for him to hatch."

"it is good."

Wilson has always been convinced of Emerson's words, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Old Jack, I'm sorry for what happened this time, and I will compensate for all losses.

You keep this token well, you can come to me if you need something in the future, if I can do it, I won't refuse. "

Finally, Emerson turned his attention to Old Jack who had been silently watching the slaughterhouse, and handed over a business card.

If Tony Stark were here, he would find that this business card was exactly the same as the one Emerson gave him.

Emerson's business card was actually reserved for Old Jack's son, and he knew that the other party would definitely use it.

Leaving Mad Dog and others to assist Old Jack in the follow-up work, Emerson and the others left first.

At this time, what happened here should have spread.

They who don't want to cause trouble, it's time to leave.

"I see, ok, I'll take care of it."

On the way, Wilson received a call from his partner.

Putting down the phone, he looked at Emerson.

"Is there a problem?"

Emerson was confused by what he saw, so he asked suspiciously.

"That subordinate of yours is really crazy!"

Wilson didn't say anything, just sighed with emotion.

"That guy, what good did he do again!"

Emerson didn't react, but Aning did, and immediately knew who Wilson was talking about, and asked in a bad tone.

"Five people were shot and killed in the downtown area, and they are now on the wanted warrant."

Wilson replied quietly.

He doesn't want to recruit this attractive man now.

This kind of behavior is no different from terrorists.

Although he is also a big shot in the dark world, even he would not do such a blatant thing.

You must know that the reason why darkness exists is that the light does not want to shine, not that it cannot.

Many people who used to be stronger than Wilson have disappeared without a trace.

In the city of New York, he can be said to be the oldest person.

Didn't he survive until now because he was cautious enough!

It's not that Wilson hasn't done anything that crossed the line, but he handles it well every time.

The means are rigorous and impeccable.

"Let him go with me, he can't stay in New York City anymore."

At this time, Emerson also understood the whole story and put forward his own opinion.

This matter has become a big problem, it is not their current strength, they can suppress it.

Although the mad dog killed a few punks and did all sorts of crimes on weekdays, he already deserved his death.

But the law does not have the status of lynching, and mad dogs have become a thorn in the eyes of the entire New York police.

"Emmerson, where are you going?"

Wilson didn't know Emerson's plan, and when he heard him suddenly say that he was leaving, he asked curiously.

"Antarctica!

I left this time for hunting training, and I happened to take Mad Dog with me and let him go outside to avoid the limelight. "

Emerson is not only answering Wilson's question, but also explaining to Aning.

Although he had mentioned this matter to Aning a long time ago, he did not say his destination.

Wilson saw his deep meaning, showed him a smile that I understood, and began to close his eyes and rest, giving them time to communicate.

Aning was more generous than Emerson had imagined. Instead of entangled in this issue, she began to help him organize the equipment he needed.

Emerson is not going on a trip this time, but will go deep into the polar regions. The equipment to be carried must be carefully prepared.

Chapter 57 The most beautiful place is also the most dangerous!

A week later, Ushuaia, Argentina.

Emerson was carrying something like a birdcage, followed by a mad dog doing nothing.

Two people stood in the lobby of the airport, waiting for the person to pick up the plane.

Their equipment has already been consigned here.

All they need to do is connect with the person Wilson is looking for, get the equipment they need, and they can set off.

During this week, the elves of Wilson and Felicia hatched one after another.

Emerson used this week to give the three of them a training session.

Let the three determine the development path of the elves, and teach them some skills training methods by the way.

Emerson didn't decide for them what skills to let the elves learn.

Instead, he told them all the skills the elves could learn.

Everyone has their own route, and the combination of skills is not static.

The elves of each of them have to be cultivated by themselves.

In this regard, Emerson will not interfere.

However, Emerson couldn't help laughing when he thought of the complicated expression on Wilson's face when he showed up with his elf.

Nuan Nuan Pig, a cute pig with bright colors.

To be honest, there is really a contrast between this cute thing and Wilson.

Fortunately, Wilson's temperament made him not care much about these things, but his face was not very good-looking, and there was no other performance.

Emerson didn't tell Wilson about his Nuannuan pig, the final evolved King Yanwu, about his mighty and domineering appearance.

However, he told Wilson that Nuannuanzhu is a very powerful elf, and its future strength is very promising.

After all, it is the fifth generation of Yusanjia, and it really cannot be underestimated.

When Wilson heard this, his mood suddenly improved a lot, and he didn't pay much attention to the appearance itself.

The reason why I was in a bad mood at first was because I felt that the appearance of this elf was only suitable for being a pet, not suitable for fighting.

After Emerson finished speaking, he realized that he was wrong. For mysterious things like elves, their body shape and appearance have little to do with their combat effectiveness.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of Emerson's Candle Spirit, which was insignificant in size but possessed terrifying abilities.

As for the little apprentice Felicia, an Eevee was hatched.

The appearance like a little fox and the cute appearance of Ibrahimovic instantly conquered the little girl.

I can't put it down in my arms every day, even when I sleep, I have to hold in my arms.

Ibrahimovic, an elf, Emerson doesn't even know how to guide Felicia.

The eight evolutionary forms make it impossible for people to control the future of Ibrahimovic.

If it is the first few evolutions, it is okay to say, as long as there is a matching evolution stone, it can evolve smoothly.

But if it is the latter form, the conditions will become more and more stringent.

Anyway, since Felicia didn't need to fight, Emerson taught her some basic skills, and let her explore the rest by herself.

As for Ibrahimovic's evolution, we have to wait for him to reach the limit and see what the little apprentice thinks before making a decision.

"Excuse me, are they Mr. Emerson Joe and Mr. Doug Crazy?"

While Emerson was deep in thought, a man in a suit and leather shoes came to him and asked tentatively.

"That's right, it's us."

As soon as he approached, Emerson reacted, and when he finished speaking, he answered his words.

Doug Crazy is the new name for the Mad Dog thing.

He is now a well-known wanted criminal in the United States, and his original portraits are hung all over the cities.

But the amazing thing is that Mad Dog used to be slovenly, but now that he is dressed like this, he really looks like a different person.

It's no wonder that this man didn't dare to admit it. All the information he got had photos, but now he only found one, so he was naturally suspicious.

"Hello, I am the consultant of the travel agency entrusted by Mr. Wilson, please follow me."

The man smiled politely, first introduced himself, and then turned sideways as a gesture of invitation.

Emerson smiled at him, indicating that he understood, and the two of them followed the consultant to the vehicle waiting outside.

It is worth mentioning that after a week of training, Emerson's candle spirit can already control his abilities.

Otherwise, if this man got so close, he would have been sucked into a fuck.

Now the candle spirit is in the cage that Emerson is carrying.

This little guy is very sticky. From birth to now, he has only scored a poke ball once.

But that time I went in, I ran out quickly, and I never went in again after that.

Emerson had no choice but to customize such a throne for him.

Otherwise, if you put it on your shoulder every day, it will be inconvenient to go out.

Candle Spirit is quite acceptable to such an arrangement.

As long as you don't let him get into the Poke Ball, everything else is fine.

At the request of Emerson, the consultant man did not take them to the hotel where they rested, but went directly to the departure point.